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To paraphrase a sure Dante: I am not even presupposed to play Hello-Fi Rush right this moment. That stated, this brightly coloured rhythm/motion sport, which hit Xbox Sequence X, Sequence S and PC on January twenty fifth (and is obtainable on Recreation Move) has discovered a spot in my routine after I ought to be doing extra. However the largest purpose all this surprises me is that I am not good at hi-fi rush.what are we enjoyingWelcome! This column is a part of a sequence the place Tom's Information workers members share what they're enjoying and having fun with proper now, with the objective of serving to you discover nice video games you've got missed. Make sure you try our earlier entry, the place we speak about Sonic Frontiers.And that signifies that a number of this complete fascination I've discovered with the hi-fi rush will be damaged down into one exhausting axiom: Do not hand over on issues you do not like. Simply because I've by no means loved a rhythm sport earlier than does not imply somebody goes to return alongside and alter my thoughts. Which Hello-Fi Rush will need to have.My shock additionally has one thing to do with the truth that I expressly forbade myself to pay for any extra video games till I've performed extra of the video games I've earned and given severe effort. However the hype for the hi-fi rush that has flooded my social media timeline, and phrase of mouth from pals, has hit a really delicate stress level: FOMO. Here is why I am glad it did.Hello-Fi Rush is an ideal cocktail of tantalizing substancesMy early glimpses at Hello-Fi Rush had been all nonetheless photographs, and I believe that is why I gave it an opportunity. I may see that it delivered the cell-shaded aesthetic of Jet Set Radio, and I heard that it did an incredible job of implementing music. Tunes are within the sport's DNA, as nicely, as protagonist Chai winds up embedding a music participant in his chest by a freak accident.The accident happens when Chai (a free boy), enters Vandelle Industries (loves a great Seinfeld reference) to be a topic for the corporate's revolutionary challenge Armstrong. And this secret initiative offers Armstrong a robotic arm, which makes use of magnets to tug metallic junk right into a guitar-like weapon he can play — which requires you to click on the Y and X buttons in a sure rhythm to do it appropriately. Test it out on this video under:Since I've performed Hello-Fi Rush, I've repeatedly felt that it is not my favourite style. Fortuitously, it is not an intense rhythm sport like Guitar Hero (you are not making an attempt to match 4 buttons), as a result of I am consistently getting dangerous rating playing cards. However for probably the most half I managed to get by, even when it was by the pores and skin of my enamel. I solely died as soon as, truly, so the sport is fairly forgiving, not less than within the early going.Despite the fact that I died, I felt nearly helpless to play through the first boss battle. My largest challenge with Hello-Fi Rush is with display screen motion, as I've hassle transferring across the depth axis. That stated, the boss battle was set to 9 Inch Nails' superior music "1,000,000", which had me laughing and failing.Hello-Fi Rush is making me take pleasure in each secondBetween its rhythmic components, stunning fashion, platformer sensibility and class, Hello-Fi Rush is the sport I did not know I wanted.Notably, Hello-Fi Rush is known as a brief sport, How Lengthy to Beat (opens in new tab) Claims its major story takes 11 hours to finish, 22.5 hours for completionists. This, arguably, is why I am okay with having issues with Hello-Fi Rush, as a result of I am in no rush to complete it (sorry).On high of that, all the things about Hello-Fi Rush's aesthetic and vibes speaks to me. It seems like a non secular successor to a Scott Pilgrim film, and all of the little issues (together with the cat that helps you early on) really feel like the proper contact.

Heck, try this well-stylized 'sport over' display screen, which appears to be like like a film poster.(Picture credit score: Tango Gameworks/Bethesda Softworks)All through, Hello-Fi Rush offers you room to discover and play in its platformer expertise. Many trinkets and upgrades are hidden in hard-to-get-to areas, reminding me of Mario video games in the easiest way. Hello-Fi Rush's rhythmic components additionally seem right here, as a result of in case you soar to the beat, you will transfer round its world higher.Outlook: Hello-Fi Rush defies the style to nice successEach time I believe I do know what Hello-Fi Rush is doing, it surprises me. Take, for instance, the second under, the place Chai — who's scrutinizing Vandale — asks "Anybody see the man who did this?" Alongside together with her red-and-yellow outfit, Chai pulls off a intelligent reference to I Suppose You Ought to Dwell (considered one of Netflix's greatest reveals) with Go well with Man's automobile accident.(Picture credit score: Tango Gameworks/Bethesda Softworks)Between its rhythmic components, stunning fashion, platformer sensibility, and attraction, Hello-Fi Rush is a sport I did not know I wanted — and I wager I will be hoping for DLC quickly. Heck, possibly it will train me to be good at rhythm video games.In the present day's greatest Microsoft Xbox Recreation Move Final offers

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Missin’ You

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Fix-It Fic)

Summary: You’d come back to your hometown from nursing school for one week. Just for spring break. It was one goddamn week. Why, oh why, did things always have to go to shit so quickly around here?

And why was Steve Harrington falling out of the ceiling with a body tied to his back?

Contents: Eddie/Reader, graphic gore/injuries, canon fix-it

Word Count: 3.8k

Song Inspiration: X

And it’s my heart that’s breakin’

Down this long-distance line tonight

I ain’t missing you at all

Since you’ve been gone, away

I ain’t missing you (missing you)

No matter what I might say

It had all fucked up so quickly. The turnaround must have been what, one, two days? And then your life had gone from lazing around, drinking milkshakes at the diner and burning through your savings, to sitting frozen in the town hall meeting while some blonde, square-jawed jock ranted all red-eyed about the devil in Hawkins. How it was inside one very, very familiar super-senior.

Worst part of all was when people actually started to get up to hunt him.

You weren’t blind. You knew what a lynch mob was. And now your aunt Claudia was staring across the town hall crowd at you with wet, horrified eyes, because your stupid, stupid baby cousin Dustin was in the photo of the satanic group being passed around like target flyers.

“You should stay with is, honey.” She said fearfully, fussing over your visage in a huddle of all the parents with kids in the Hellfire Club. “It would be safer, you know. If this... Munson boy is what they say he is, if he’s doing the things he’s doing. You’re all alone at that motel, and I just don’t-”

You put a hand on her shoulder. Her lower lip was trembling. “Auntie, auntie. Please. I’m fine, okay? Just... focus on finding Dustin, okay? I’m sure he’s fine.” When her lip wobbled again, you doubled down. “Auntie, he’s fine. All the stuff he’s been through already? This is small potatoes.” You raised your brows, heavily implying what only a handful of people in Hawkins knew: that Dustin and his mystery squad had been through more than a bit of satanic panic and come out unscathed.

She wiped her tears away, sniffling. Claudia was so sweet. So kind-hearted. She deserved the world. “Alright. Well. You need anything, just call. The motel is far too close to the trailer park for comfort.”

“Of course. I’ll call. I swear.”

You watched her leave, deep in worried conversation with the Sinclair parents, with a sinking pit in your stomach. Something just didn’t... feel right. And as you drove home in your clunky, piece-of-shit sedan, you stewed.

You knew Eddie Munson, at one point. It had been a year, now. How old would he be. Twenty? Your age? You’d both been seniors together.

He was nice, from what you remembered.

Well. More than nice.

Eddie was your dealer on weekends. He never extorted you, or twisted your arm about prices. Far from it: he always made you laugh, or blush, and ended up knocking a few bucks off of the total. He was lanky, and weird, but there was no malice to him. A weird sort of conflicted, pained shyness, sure. Some wound he was harboring deep under those layers of leather and denim.

But the Munson you knew went on long-winded tangents about how bullshit it was that a football player got away with dunking a kid’s backpack in the trash, and how when he helped them pull it out and brush the garbage off it, all he got was a wary, terrified look because of his appearance. The Munson you knew had a little silk pouch fall out of his backpack and cried ‘Deborah!’ in a horrified voice when it hit the floor: he’d dropped his favorite set of enameled game dice.

He was a geek. A freak. Not a killer. Right?

Maybe you were biased.

The week before you graduated, nerves buzzing high, you visited his trailer again. Sat on the edge of his bed while he hummed under his breath and dug around his messy room. “I can just have some of the regular stuff.” You assured him.

He paused, shooting you a look over his leather-clad shoulder. Those big chocolate-brown eyes screwed up in a smile. “Nah. That skunk-weed’s for normies. For you, princess? You get the primo shit.”

And he’d helped you roll a joint on the cover of one of his hardback D&D guidebooks, and his fingers had been warm and strong, and he looked up at you through that curtain of hair with his tongue trapped between his lips, and god help your stupid impulsive self, you kissed him.

And then you left. And you never, ever saw him again.

You pulled into the motel parking lot and parked, running hands down your face. Ugh. Damn Eddie Munson. Damn your bias. Damn this fucking town and it’s stupid science bullshit and the stupid fucking upside-down or whatever the hell Dustin had offhandedly mentioned once or twice in passing. You just wanted to smoke.

So you did.

Time blurred a bit, sunrises and sunsets, glued to your shitty motel television set, watching the local news. Seeing Eddie’s face over and over again, next to blurred photos of snapped limbs and contorted forms. Speculations about satanism.

You remembered what Eddie had said to you, once, about a year ago. You and him sitting on the back bumper of his van, taking some quick hits to make the spring pep rallies a bit more tolerable.

He had gestured to the Satanic cross on his jacket. “You know what the best part of this patch is?”

“No. What?”

He broke into giggles. “I’m fucking catholic, man.”

You dissolved into laughter alongside him.

Now, looking at that satanic logo up on the TV screen next to his grinning face, you felt sick. You punched the power button, fumbled with your jacket, and grabbed your pack of smokes. The night air was a welcome relief to the stuffy, dusty motel room. Stars glittered above you. Wind wafted through the far-off black forest in a low hum.

Funny how little the world looked like it had changed, when everything felt so different.

You lit a cigarette, taking a draw. Fuck the curfew. You needed to walk-process. Your feet were carrying you somewhere: you let them. Across the janky neon-lit parking lot, down the narrow two-lane street lined with forest. Smoke puffed from your mouth. Calming. Centering.

It wasn’t until you were a quarter mile down the road, turning off into the dirt, coming face to face with rows of trailers, that you realized exactly where you were. Night cast the trailer park in a soft, moonlit glow. All the lights in the residential houses were off.

Something chilled in your stomach. All lights were off... but one. And you knew that trailer.

So now your brain couldn’t help but pose the question: why the hell were the home lights in the Munson residence on? Why was the front door wide open? And why, oh why, did you feel like you wanted to walk towards it instead of jogging back to the motel and calling the police like a good little citizen?

You took a long, agonizing drag of your cigarette, nearly hitting filter. Dropping it, putting it out under your foot. Jesus. Jesus, you needed to go. So you turned to leave.

And then you stopped when the unmistakable voice of your shithead baby cousin was screaming “Eddie!” at the top of his little freshly post-pubescent lungs, word ricocheting out of the trailer, and dammit, dammit, dammit, your feet were pounding against the ground and your heart was racing in your ears and you were running towards what could only be fucking trouble.

Your fingers wrenched open the loose screen door and you were balking, gasping, staring wide-eyed at the absolutely nightmarish fleshy, viney portal in the ceiling of the trailer: huh. So. Dustin had been telling the truth. Your cousin whipped around, tears in his big eyes, looking absolutely panicked and weirdly militaristic.

That wasn’t what caught your attention.

Steve fucking Harrington was easing himself out of the portal, flipping around with an iron grip on a heavy power chord that hung through the thing like some sort of op-art piece. Strapped to his back, limp and dirty, was Eddie Munson’s lank body.

Steve thumped to the floor, breathing heavily, nearly falling over before Dustin steadied him. Your cousin was whimpering, untying Eddie from Steve’s straps with shaking hands.

“...What the fuck?” You said blankly.

Dustin and Steve froze, looking at you.

“Who the hell are you?” Harrington demanded. God, he looked like shit: all roughed up and grimey, with a tight red circle pinched around his throat.

“...That’s my cousin.” Dustin breathed, eyes wide. “...My... shit, my nursing cousin. Come here.” When you stayed locked in place, because portal, and Steve Harrington in war gear, and dimensional portal, Dustin screeched. “Come here, please, christ!”

His plea snapped you into action. Dustin was hiccuping through tears, the water cutting tracks through the dirt on his face. He tenderly laid Eddie out on the trailer floor.

God. He was barely recognizable. His olive vest was almost black with blood that oozed from fleshy, meaty wounds half-hidden by his shirt, and his throat and neck were mottled and bruised. Crimson smeared across his face. Oozing out of the side of his mouth. It was almost enough to freeze you up again.

You fell to your knees beside him. Dustin’s endless barrage of is he okay and is he alive and please help him faded to background noise. You numbly brushed wet, limp, frizzy hair away from Eddie’s neck and pressed fingers against the long, pale, damaged column of flesh. And waited.

bambambambambam-

“He’s alive.” You said. Dustin looked like he could collapse. “But his pulse is thready. Dustin, he’s- jesus christ, he’s losing blood. He’s going to go into arrest.”

“So fucking fix it!”

“I’m trying!” You hissed back. Okay. You squeezed your eyes shut. Okay. Okay. Remember your training. Remember the pale, bloodless corpses in medical school: you weren’t emotionally attached. You were objective. Rational. This was a series of scientific problems. Problems with solutions.

Find the solutions.

You opened your eyes.

“Knife.” You demanded at Harrington. After a moment’s hesitation, he unstrapped the one at his belt and handed it to you. As you cut away at Eddie’s shirt, exposing torso and graphic, oozing, deep bites, you talked. “I need bandages. And some iodine, who fucking knows what bacteria are on him. I need a needle, and suture thread, and-” You allowed yourself a moment of weakness, running a hand down your face, “-Christ. I need my kit.”

“Your kit?” Steve asked tightly.

“My fucking kit, Harrington, my medical kit I keep in the back of my fucking car but that’s back at the Motel Six and if I leave I- I can’t leave. He won’t...” You kept steady pressure on Eddie’s abdomen. Even under the tension, hot blood was still leaking out. Every drop was precious to him, now.

Maybe you were wrong about Steve. When you last knew him he was a selfish, self-absorbed prick: but now, all he needed was to get your keys thrown at him across the room and he was off, grabbing Eddie’s bike from outside and taking off into the darkness to the motel.

The trailer got very quiet. Eddie’s breathing rattled. Each one he took sounded like his last.

“How did this happen?” You asked softly to Dustin, who was pacing back and forth, looking like a little trench soldier in his camo getup.

He stopped pacing. “He was brave. He... he didn’t run. The, uh... the demobats... we needed to distract them from Vecna’s lair so the others could get him, kind of like a lich phylactery, you know, and Eddie knew they needed more time so he... he...” His face crumpled.

You didn’t understand any of that, but you got the gist. “He was trying to help?”

“Yeah. Yeah, he was just... he just wanted to help.”

Eddie’s face was so wrecked. Scratched, pale, bloodless. Eyes shut, lashes wet. He was so pretty. It was a stupid thing to be thinking, now, but you were thinking it anyway, heart twisting. God. He had always been pretty: pretty enough to make you blush when he did his comedy routine while selling to you. Pretty enough that you risked pressing your mouth to his for a brief second.

Huh. That happened down the hall, a year ago.

Steve was back in record time, chest heaving, holding up the big-ass white box he had pilfered from your trunk. The damn thing might as well have been glowing with holy light, because it screamed savior, rescue, an actual fucking chance in hell.

You got to work. Steve and Dustin watched over your shoulder like nervous birds. You wiped with iodine, and threw everything you had at the deep, nightmarish lacerations: QuikClot and Celox, pressure bandages for the arterial injuries. Putting his head into recovery position and checking down his throat for an injured or obstructed windpipe. Eddie’s pulse was jackhammering rabbit-fast. Skipping the occasional beat, now.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You muttered to yourself, pulling out a double-tubed needle that ran through a catch-bag and valve. “Ohhh, fuck me, I am not ready for this.”

“What is that? What are you doing?” Dustin demanded.

“I...” You said with cynical, terrified levity, biting the tube and rolling up your sleeve. Ripping Eddie’s own sleeve off his arm with the knife. “...am going to try something I’ve only heard my professor talk about once. And it was a talk about why you should never, ever do it.”

“So why the hell are you doing it?” Steve said, shaking his head, matted hair bobbing.

“Because if I don’t, he’ll probably fucking die.” You tightened the rubber strap you wrapped on your upper arm and gave the inside of your elbow a few good thumps to encourage the veins to the surface. “And I’m a universal donor. God, I fucking hate needles.”

Before either of them could protest you were gritting your teeth and easing the cold metal into your arm, hissing at the sharp ache. Red, bright, vitality-carrying blood raced up the clear tubing into the catch bag: you leaned over and hunted down Eddie’s vein as soon as you saw it. It took a few stabs. You apologized mentally in your mind.

No bubbling, no reflux, please universe, please, you chanted to yourself silently. “Hold this up.” You slapped the catch-bag into Steve’s hand and he dutifully clutched it as you fumbled with the dial. Turning it to on. And then o-negative was racing downwards, down, down, down, and into Eddie.

A live transfusion. God, this was stupid. But what choice was there? You’d risk averse transfusion reaction over sudden death any day.

You sat there. Sat, and waited. Steve and Dustin were conferring over your head, and you couldn’t hear it. Didn’t have the energy to tune in to it. All you could do was focus on Eddie’s pale form. He looked so small, laid out like this. All quiet. Eddie Munson was never quiet. And the vermillion smears across his face made it kind of hard to pretend he was just asleep.

You knew why you had bolted, after you had kissed him. It was because you knew there was more there. God help you, you always knew. Knew it from the first time you had smoked together. The truth was, you had it bad for the town hooligan. Totally hooked by that smile, those chuckles. The unapologetic way he lived. Him and his stupid guitar.

Dustin had left, at some point. Probably to go save the world, or some shit. Steve was antsy, too, glancing around, holding the blood. Fuck him. He wasn’t excused. Not until Eddie was a little more stable.

The ground rumbled. And all at once an earthquake was hitting Hawkins like a fucking bus, and the power went out, and the cups were rattling and smashing and shit was falling to the ground, so with your non-needled arm you leaned over Eddie’s prone body protectively, nose tickling his. Something hit your back, hard. You grunted but held firm.

After twenty seconds, it stopped. “Jesus.” Steve breathed. “Jesus, I... look, man, I gotta go. No way that was coincidence. Not after what we’ve just been through.”

“Fine. Fine, you can go. But you need to do one last thing for me.”

Steve heaved an exasperated, stressed sigh, looking like he wanted to protest. You gaze was hard. A little dizzy from the blood loss.

He conceded.

Six minutes and a lot of sneaking through the forest and skirting streetlights later, you fumbled with your room lock and Steve dumped Eddie’s body out on your motel bed. He was gone before you could even say thanks. He took the car keys. And the car. You couldn’t really fault him for that.

Now it was just you, and the freak, and the warm lights of the nightstand lamp.

And you would put him back together. You could do it.

It was six-forty AM. You had been taking care of Eddie for five hours. Sitting through more transfusion time, for as long as you could bear before your own heart started stuttering. Easing him out of the grimy, contagion-covered clothes: he was staining and dirtying the bedsheets like nobody’s business, but that didn’t fucking matter. Keeping his lesser wounds tightly wrapped. Suturing the bigger ones with bloody, buzzing fingers. Wiping his face clean of the soot and the unnatural ash and the crusting blood. Probably with more tenderness than you’d like to admit.

You were putting iodine on the tinier cuts and scrapes on his hands when Eddie gasped and jolted under you. Your hands flew to hold him down. “Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.”

His bruise-ringed, big bambi eyes were open and wide and wild, panicked and cornered like a hunted animal. You considered yourself lucky he was so weak right now: if he wasn’t, he could have tossed you across the room like a pissed bull.

But he was alive. He was alive. Something warm and bright light fireworks exploded in your chest.

“Eddie, Eddie!” You said loudly over his high, panicked, pained noises. “It’s okay. You’re safe, you’re safe. You’re at the Motel Six, you’re safe. I swear. Relax.” You readjusted your soft grip on his shoulders, pressing him gently back against the pillows. “But you’re hurt. Really, really bad. So I need you to stay still, okay?”

His face was contorted in pain. Oh, man. You almost wished he had stayed under. The amount of agony he must be in, feeling those lacerations, deep down into his muscles and tendons... torturous was the only word for it. A fine sheen of sweat was already covering his waxy face.

“...Am I dead?” Was the first thing he croaked out in a ruined, wobbling voice.

You laughed softly. Gallows humor. “Jesus, I hope not. I worked my ass off to stop that.”

“Dustin...” He slurred out. Eddie grabbed at the fabric of your shirt, hard. “Dustin, he... and H-Harrington, Wheeler. Buckley. Are they-”

“Dustin and Steve are fine.” You soothed, pulling those tight, strong fingers off of you one by one. “Steve just left. They’re alive, Eddie. I don’t... I don’t know what you did, it worked. It helped. You helped.” His eyes were hazy, glazed over in agony: he was shifting his body, blood soaking through his white bandages.

Oh god. The pain. That’s right. “I have, uh... here.” You rummaged through your kit for emergency opioids, and found the orange, rattling bottle. “It’s morphine, okay? It’s for your pain. I can’t give you a high dose, Eddie, I’m sorry, I just- you should be in a hospital. I don’t know what your iron is, or your blood pressure, or your fluid percentage- I just...” God. There were tears in your eyes.

You had saved his fucking life. Why, now, when he was awake, did you feel so helpless?

He swallowed them dry, coughing, making a wet noise of pain in the back of his throat. You clutched his hand tightly. He held yours back, strong fingers sweating under your smaller ones.

“It takes thirty minutes. I’m sorry, Eddie, I’m so sorry. You’ll have to wait.” Fuck nursing mode. Fuck objectivity. Your heart was squeezing in your chest: you brushed your free hand across his forehead, aching inside. Tender and soft.

Time ticked by. Agonizing minute by agonizing minute. You held his hand the entire way.

Eddie was out of it. He refocused his gaze on your with glassy black-brown eyes. “...Why aren’t you scared of me, man?” He smiled and it was so forced and weak and watery you wanted to cry. “Shouldn’t you be, like. Holding a cross up at me or something?”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “What good would that do, Munson? I happen to know you’re catholic.”

Something clicked behind his hazy eyes.

“Oh, shit. It’s you.”

“It’s me.”

“You’re at college.”

“I was. I’m here now.”

“...You kissed me.”

You paled, going still. “Uh...” You eked out. Your hand laced with his felt incriminating. But he didn’t let go. “Yeah. I uh. I sort of did. Sorry about that. It was, uh. Rude of me. Impulsive. I mean, Jesus, I didn’t even ask-”

“Were you crushing on me?”

When you looked back down at him, there was a trace of a shit-eating grin on his broad face. A spark, a hint of the normally sarcastic, energetic, trouble-making man he was.

You flushed. Opened and closed your mouth a few times.

“Holy shit, you totally were.” He pressed his lips together for a few seconds, the pain overwhelming him. Fighting against it. When he spoke again his voice trembled. “Miss... fuckin’... high and mighty, straight As, medical school. Big old crush on the local freak. That’s... christ, that’s rich.”

“Eddie, I sorry, I didn’t...”

He talked over you. His eyelids were fluttering. Twenty-seven minutes passed: he’d be under any second now. “Nah, man. Don’t. M’just wishin’... you know... that you hadn’t run.”

“...After I kissed you?” You whispered out. Afraid of moving a single muscle.

“Yeah. Didn’t even let me kiss you back.”

And then Eddie was out like a light, face going soft and slack and free of pain. Bandaged chest rising and falling evenly. Peacefully, for the first time in ages.

You wanted to laugh. Wanted to cry. God, of course, of course life would end up like this. Alternate dimensions were real. You were harboring an innocent wanted criminal. And you were pretty sure you were straight back to being in love with Eddie goddamn Munson.

With a huff of air, you pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of his veiny, scratched-up hand, and laid down next to him from where you had sat on the edge of the bed. Just a second, you promised yourself, head on the pillow by his. Looking at his soft lashes, his soft lips. Just a second to rest. I’ll get up in a second.

You fell asleep to the sound of Eddie Munson’s breathing, his soft, warm hand tangled with yours.

#(buzz lightyear voice) I don't believe that woman has ever been to medical school #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 #my writing

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spencersstrawberryjello · 4 years ago

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Treat People With Kindness (The BAU)

Summary: Garcia gets Reid into Harry Styles and everyone subsequently loses their minds over it.

Content: Honestly just funny I’m not sure what to call it

MC’s name/pronouns: No alternate main character, just Spencer.

Word Count: 1706

A/N: This whole fic was inspired by the fact that a fan gave Matthew Gray Gubler a Treat People With Kindness pin, which then sparked my friend Emily and I to theorize that Spencer Reid would absolutely be a Harry Styles stan. So yeah, this is literally just the product of one fan interaction lmao

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“I got a good feelin’.”

“... What’s he doing?” Emily leaned over and whispered to JJ, who just shook her head.

“I’m just takin’ it all in.”

“Ok, what happened to Reid?” Morgan joined them, and they both shrugged, watching Spencer walk through the doors of the office.

“Floatin’ up and dreamin’.”

“You know, maybe I need to add him to my drug test list too.” Hotch had stepped out of his office, trying to hide his grin as they saw Spencer making his way to his desk, headphones in and practically dancing over to his seat, mouthing every word of the song he was listening to. He plopped down in it with a little spin, opening a file on his desk without ever taking his headphones out.

“Try ‘Dancing with the Stars,’” Emily laughed, and JJ broke away from their group, heading over to his desk.

“Hey Spence,” She rested her arms on the divide between his desk and Emily’s, tapping on it to get his attention.

“Maybe we can find a place to feel good.”

“Spence!” She tapped his arm this time, and he practically jumped out of his skin, turning to face her.

“And we can treat -”

He quickly tore the headphones out of his ears, setting them down on his desk and looking up at her, clearing his throat.

“Sorry. I was listening to something.” He gestured to the headphones still connected to his phone, as if that wasn’t already obvious.

“Yeah, I noticed,” JJ laughed.

“Do we have a case?”

“Nothing yet, you’re good.” She tried fruitlessly to hide her grin, and he gave her a strange look.

“Ok…”

“So,” She plopped down in Emily’s chair, rolling it over to sit near him, “What were you listening to?”

“Oh!” His face lit up, and he grabbed his phone, holding it out for her to see. She put the headphones in her ears, hearing the final moments of the song he’d been jamming to.

“And we can treat people with kindness, find a place to feel good.”

“Harry Styles?” JJ laughed incredulously, handing him back his phone.

“You’ve heard of him?” He asked, taking the phone and sitting it back on his desk and turning back to her.

“I’m pretty sure most people have heard of him, Spence.”

“Ok, well, I hadn’t. But on Saturday I was speaking at the University of Mary Washington with Rossi, and one of the girls gave me this, after the lecture,” He grabbed his bag off the back of the chair, pointing to a round pin clipped on the strap. It was enamel, with light pink on the inside and a red rose in the center, encircled by the phrase “Treat People With Kindness” in black lettering. “And you know, naturally I thought it was a good message so I put it on my bag and I thought that was all it was. But then I ran into Garcia.”

“Oh god.”

“I was walking in yesterday and she saw it and kind of freaked out a little bit, and pulled me into her office and played me the song - the one you just listened to - and it was amazing and so I told her I thought it was amazing, which made her freak out even more and then you called with a case so I left, only to receive a a YouTube playlist a few hours later that she told me I had to watch every video on or she’d stop printing the case files for me.”

“You know she loves you too much to actually do that, right?”

“I mean, the odds were low, but I wasn’t going to risk it. Either way, I sort of listened to every single song on Fine Line and Self-Titled in one night and also a whole bunch of interviews that she sent me and he’s really funny and his music is great and the moral of the story is I kind of love him.”

JJ sent back in her chair, dumbfounded. “Dude… you mean to tell me Garcia made you a Harry Styles fan?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“I - Penelope!” JJ left without another word, making her way into Garcia’s office. Spencer just shrugged, returning to the file he was looking at - and his music - as Garcia spun to face JJ.

“Jennifer, my love, to what do I owe the pleasure? New case?” She asked. JJ just shook her head.

“You broke Reid.”

“I did not break Reid!” She defended with a grin. “I merely helped him reach his true form.”

“He willingly used technology, and he came into the office today practically dancing to Treat People With Kindness. So yes, you did break Reid.”

“JJ, dear,” Garcia got up from her chair, taking JJ’s hands in the doorway, “Do you remember when Reid got that adorable little shaggy haircut?”

“Despite the fact that he changes his hair like every month, yes, I do.”

“And do you remember what Hotch said?”

She thought for a moment, then her eyes widened in shock. “You did all of this… because of the boyband joke?”

“Like I said: true form.” Garcia returned to her chair, spinning around with a laugh. “In my defense, I didn’t know he was going to get a Harry Styles pin. I just took advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself. I already failed at teaching him to worship Lady Gaga, I could not miss another chance to try and pull him out of the dark ages.”

“You are ridiculous, you know that?”

“That’s why you love me!”

JJ laughed, leaving Garcia’s office and heading up to hers, ruffling Spencer’s hair on her way by.

“You should grow your hair out again.”

“You think so?” He reached up and fussed with his hair, just as Garcia emerged into the main room.

“Spencer Reid, my beautiful boy genius, did you do what I asked?”

“Garcia, I figured out how to download music to my phone because of you. So yes, I did what you asked.”

“You are officially my new favorite person.”

“Hang on, what is this all about?” Emily asked. Garcia grinned, hardly able to contain her excitement.

“I’m finally bringing the lovely Dr. Reid here into the 21st Century.”

“Penelope,” Emily raised an eyebrow at her, “What did you do?”

“Garcia thinks she did something revolutionary by getting me into Harry Styles’ music,” Spencer clarified. Emily immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, about to respond before Derek piped up from his desk.

“Oh, she converted you too?”

“‘Too’ - you mean to tell me that you, Derek Morgan, are a Harry Styles fan?” Emily was looking between the three of them now, practically in shock. Derek just laughed, holding up his hands.

“What can I say, the guy’s got an incredible voice.”

“And the make up of his songs is so interesting as well; I mean, when you look at the music he’s produced in the last few years in comparison to what he performed while he was a part of One Direction -”

“Oh my god please tell me you’ve also listened to One Direction,” Emily said, laughing when Spencer nodded.

“I don’t understand why you guys are making such a big deal out of this. He’s a singer, it’s not like he doesn’t have fans,” He defended.

“Reid, two months ago you didn’t even know who Lady Gaga was. This is kind of a big deal.”

“Conference room in five,” JJ walked through the group, heading upstairs as everyone else got up to follow her.

“Do not think I am dropping this,” Emily pointed at Derek and Spencer before jogging to catch up with JJ. Derek laughed, falling in step with Reid.

“So, what all did Garcia make you watch?”

“Oh, just a bunch of interviews. I did some of my own reading though -”

“Of course you did.”

“- and what I found really interesting was One Direction’s actual rise to fame. Because the thing is, they didn’t even win X-Factor. They came in third, and yet they became the most famous group to come from that season of the show. In Forever Young - their book - they talked about their time on X-Factor, but it was so strange to me because their first album - Up All Night, that came out not even a full year after they finished the X-Factor live tour - sold 4.5 million copies within the first year. And they just kept growing… Morgan why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry,” They’d walked into the conference room by now, sitting down next to each other at the table while Derek tried to stop himself from laughing, looking at Reid in disbelief, “You read their book?”

“And their Wikipedia page - I told you I did my own reading!”

“You said you did some of your own reading, you didn’t say you’d memorized everything about their career!”

“Eidetic memory, remember?” He tapped his forehead, and Derek rolled his eyes.

“You never let me forget. I’m assuming you know everything about their solo careers as well?”

“Well I got into Harry’s stuff first, but I ended up reading all of theirs since I didn’t have anything else to do last night. It’s just so interesting to think about what One Direction’s situation reveals about human nature and celebrity culture. I mean, a lot of their fans are dictionary definition erotomaniacs, and yet -”

“I shouldn’t even be surprised that you read this all in one night.”

“Like I said: didn’t have anything else to do.”

“As much as I’m glad you boys are bonding, we have more important things to worry about than Reid’s newfound love for a British boy band,” JJ interrupted.

“Niall Horan’s actually Irish -”

“Spence. The case.” She pulled up the photos on the screen, and Spencer nodded, opening the case file in front of him as JJ began to review everything they needed to know. She finally closed out, and Hotch grabbed his tablet and rose from the table.

“Alright, wheels up in thirty.”

Everyone nodded, gathering up their things and vacating the room. Spencer and Derek trailed out after everyone, Spencer picking up the conversation as soon as JJ finished.

“You know, I’m considering learning how to knit - there’s this cardigan that Harry wore...”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #bau #bau headcanon #spencer reid headcanon #criminal minds headcanon #bau fanfiction #fanfiction #reid #dr reid #dr spencer reid #writing #harry styles #treat people with kindness #hs #styles

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untaemedqueen · 5 years ago

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Bentley Rides

Mafia!Yoongi x Reader

WordCount: 1k

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Mafia!AU

Warnings: A Mention Of A Gun

Drabble Prompt: “You make me want to be a better person.”

It was midnight on the coldest day of the year when you had seen him. Your feet crunched on the fresh layer of snow underfoot as you walked toward your apartment. The wind was harsh, shoving you back and halting your progression towards the building only a few blocks away. You folded your arms, keeping your limbs closer to your body as if it was going to instantly warm you. The frigid cold licked at your face and neck, nose turning pink and eyes watering at the cold you try to power through. The streets were quiet, just the breeze sang through small cracks and alleys between buildings.

You pushed through the cold, slowly starting to freeze into a popsicle before the snow in the street began to brighten from lights. Snow crutched from car tires and even through the frigid temperatures you turned your head to the only car on the street. The car slowed down, giving you the perfect opportunity to catch the Bentley hood ornament. The window rolled down at a slow pace. Grey hair caught your attention first, you barely registered how your teeth began to clack together. Small but sharp eyes came next, they seemed to be surveying you. His mouth was revealed shortly after, his lips quirked into a smirk as he tilted his head.

“Chilly, princess?” Your mouth opened at his audacity before quickly closing as the bitter chill invades the enamel of your teeth freezing you to the bone.

“I could give you a ride if you want. Dangerous out here for a pretty girl like you.” You rolled your eyes before you began to trudge down the street home. The car rolled along with you at a slow pace.

“I’m Yoongi.” You didn’t reply to him that night. You were too cold and too freaked out by the handsome man sitting in the expensive car to let your mouth run freely.

“No name, princess it is then.”

The car came back everyday for months after that encounter. Yoongi had accompanied you in the rain, sleet, snow, hail; anything type of weather you could possibly imagine. You had become accustomed to seeing him, somehow finding it comforting that he watched over you on your way home. You had eventually told him your name but he continued to call you princess, anyway. He called your name for months, always calm and collected. Then, one day, it was short and high pitched and he used your real name.

“Y/N. I need you to get in the car, please.” You had stopped, eyes flickered to him before looking around nervously. The car stopped, the door flew open and you could do nothing at that time before swallowing and climbing in without a word. You never knew what he did until that day. He was always patient and kind from the small conversations you had had on your walks home, you always had just assumed he owned a business that did really well. To be fair, he does. He does own a business that does well, just not a legal one.

He had begged you not to get scared when he pulled out his gun. When he threw his toothpick out of the window and slid down in his seat before hooking his hands under your knees and pulling you with him. He begged you not to be even more scared when the car had driven right past your apartment building. And, the final time he begged you not to get scared was when he pulled up to a mansion that was securely guarded with high gates, three doberman pinschers and five rottweilers.

He explained to you what he did, what he sold and how he made his money. You just nodded, a very big alcoholic drink in hand. But, when he talked about his job, you didn’t really care about what he did. You cared that he was sweet and gentle with you, you cared about how human he was despite doing what he does. Then, he asked you if he could still take you home from work, a nervous energy emitted from him and it made your heart swell. So, you told him yes.

You climb into the car, purse getting flung into the seat next to Yoongi as you slide in. He smiles at you, the gummy smile that still makes your stomach do flips and makes your palms sweaty. He fixes his suit jacket, perfectly tailored with pinstripes only a mafia boss would wear, before slinging his arm over your shoulders. His soft lips press into your cheek before running the tip of his nose over your jaw bone.

“Let’s go home.”

Your dinner was delicious as always, Mrs. Moon always does a fantastic job. You climb into bed, awaiting your beloved boyfriend before hearing screaming outside of the bedroom door. You sit up, not anxious or nervous, but curiously. You never felt fear anymore, as if the emotion had been scrubbed clean from your brain. There was no need to be nervous with Yoongi, he would always keep you safe.

Glass breaks, you could hear things getting kicked around and before long, your boyfriend enters the bedroom. His tongue licks at his lips as he runs his hands through his now black hair before sighing gently. You watch his pink from anger neck return to the milky white color it naturally is before patting the spot in bed beside you. He nibbles at his bottom lip, eyes trailing over your shielded form before taking off his wrinkled dress shirt and discarding it to the floor for Mrs. Moon to pick up tomorrow.

He crawls in beside you with a groan. His cheek lands on your breast before intertwining your fingers together. He kisses each knuckles before running his lips over the back of your hand gently.

“Princess.” He whispers, voice distraught. You hum to him, angling your face to see all of him.

“Do you love me?” You raise an eyebrow before running your free hand through his thick hair.

“Of course I do. You know that.” He closes his eyes, bringing your hand to his lips once more.

“When I first saw you, I just thought you were a pretty little thing-” You snort through your nose, a breathy exhale that makes him smirk, “But then, the more I saw you...The better of a person I wanted to become for you. I wanted to be worthy of your love and your praise. You...You make me want to be a better person.”

Your lips press to his hairline, a gentle sigh emitting from him due to your action. “You’re Min Yoongi. You’re the best person I know. No matter what you do. How you do it. Your passion is unrivaled. You burn brighter than any hot flame. You are the best person I’ve ever known, Yoongs.”

He lifts his head only to connect his forehead to yours. “You mean it?”

You hum in agreement before running your thumb over his cheekbone, “You’re the best person I know, Yoongi.”

#bentley rides #drabble #yoongi #mafia!yoongi #mafia!bts #mafia!au #bts #btswriterscorner #btscreatorscorner #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader

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wtf-triassic · 5 years ago

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Odontochelys semitestacea

By @alphynix

Etymology: Toothed Turtle

First Described By: Lie et al., 2008

Classification: Biota, Archaea, Proteoarchaeota, Asgardarchaeota, Eukaryota, Neokaryota, Scotokaryota, Opimoda, Podiata, Amorphea, Obazoa, Opisthokonta, Holozoa, Filozoa, Choanozoa, Animalia, Eumetazoa, Parahoxozoa, Bilateria, Nephrozoa, Deuterostomia, Chordata, Olfactores, Vertebrata, Craniata, Gnathostomata, Eugnathostomata, Osteichthyes, Sarcopterygii, Rhipidistia, Tetrapodomorpha, Eotetrapodiformes, Elpistostegalia, Stegocephalia, Tetrapoda, Reptiliomorpha, Amniota, Sauropsida, Eureptilia, Romeriida, Diapsida, Neodiapsida, Sauria, Archosauromorpha?, Archelosauria, Pantestudines, Odontochelyidae

Time and Place: Around 232 million years ago, in the Carnian age of the Late Triassic

Odontochelys is known from the Lower Member of the Xiaowa Formation of China, commonly known as the Guanling Fauna

Physical Description: Odontochelys is one of the earliest known turtles - preceded by one, possibly two, precursors other than stem members of the family group - and it showcases how this extremely unique group managed to evolve in the chaos that was the Triassic Explosion. It was simultaneously similar to and very different from living turtles, a true transitional organism. Like other reptiles, it had teeth embedded in its jaws, rather than the toothless beak found in turtle mouths. Like turtles, it had the lower plastron extending from its ribs, but unlike living turtles it had no upper shell - instead, it just had widened ribs and no bony shell around its body. The ribs and the vertebrae were put together differently from modern turtles as well, and its skull was more stretched out compared to its living relatives. It didn’t have fused tail bones, and its scapulae were very different from living turtles. It had short limbs and long, thick fingers, as well as a decently sized shell. It was about forty centimeters long from snout to tail tip.

Diet: The diet of Odontochelys is fairly uncertain, despite us having its teeth; though they are small and peg like, we can’t really extrapolate a function since we don’t actually know its precise ecology! They may have been used for stripping plants, but it’s also possible they were used to chipp up algae and other aquatic water plants, or even invertebrates! So, more research there is clearly needed.

Behavior: The life history of Odontochelys is actually a big mystery. It was found in a marine environment, leading initial studies to indicate it was marine. However, it had the hands of a fresh water organism, including fresh water turtles today. Furthermore, studies of other early turtles indicate that turtles first arose on the land, rather than in the water, and later groups would adapt to water life; the limbs of Odontochelys share similarities with tortoises and support a terrestrial lifestyle. So, the ecology of Odontochelys has been a constant battle. That said, there is some evidence that it was actually marine - and may represent an early experiment in ocean life by turtles. One fossil of Odontochelys indicates that it had completely messed up shoulder bones, likely due to a problem in life rather than destruction of the fossil. This pattern resembles decompression sickness, aka the bends, aka the condition caused by a diving animal coming up much too fast from a lower depth. Modern turtles have complex behavioral adaptations to avoid the bends, so Odontochelys may be an early experiment in marine life in a group mostly adapted for terrestrial life. In this transition to ocean life, it not only lacked better physical adaptations for the ocean, but also better behavioral ones, and was stricken with the bends on its trip back to the surface. So, as we try to determine its ecology and behavior, these clued paint a rich tapestry of the world’s most transitional turtle. A pioneer!

Ecosystem: Odontochelys was found in - and thus, the null hypothesis is that it lived in - an ocean environment near the coast of the Tethys sea. This was a deep, open ocean - pelagic, hence the bends and problems Odontochelys faced trying to deal with the ocean. It was a very fertile ecosystem as well, with a variety of Triassic marine animals showcasing the rapid evolution of these groups. Among the invertebrates, there were many different types of Ammonites, plenty of bivalves, brachiopods, and crinoids & sea cucumbers as well. Still, the fascinating part of the ecosystem was the sheer number of marine reptiles. There were Thalattosaurs such as Anshusaurus and Xinpusaurus; Placodonts like Psephochelys and Sinocyamodus; and Ichthyosaurs like Qianicthyosaurus, Guizhouichthyosaurus, Guanlingsaurus, and Callawayia. One of many beautiful deposits of marine animals from this Period - and the many Ichthyosaurs would have been major predators of the relative n00b Odontochelys.

Other: Odontochelys also just looks really weird because it basically looks like your usual turtle except it doesn’t have a freaking shell so here we are with this oddity. It’s transitional in shape, transitional in ecology, transitional in behavior, and just. What the heck. What the heck, Odontochelys. If you need more proof for evolution despite knowing about the dinosaur - bird transition, have I got a friend for you.

~ By Meig Dickson

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watchilove · 2 years ago

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Ulysse Nardin Freak X Enamel Blue

The Freak, first launched in 2001 completely changing the face of watchmaking, continues to push the boundaries. With no dial and no hands, the movement is king as it tells the time. Indeed, it was the first time that a movement was deconstructed to express time on its own. With the new Freak X Enamel Blue, Ulysse Nardin’s independent integrated manufacture merges ancient métiers d’art and…

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promise-of-a-lifetime · 4 years ago

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4am anxious rambling

i’m really anxious and having a bit of an existential crisis right now so i’m just gonna vent here a little bit wlejnfwlejw hello to everyone who decides to read this ! i’m egg !! i’m trying to figure out what to do but i’m really struggling TwT i don’t have any direction and i’m lost after graduating high school, i did like 2 semesters of first year college before stopping to take a year break to figure out what i want to do. fast forward to now, i’m 24, 6 years post grad, and i’ve been working part-time at fast food for 5 years. i’m trying to look into getting back to school (programs, degrees, etc) but the further i read into this stuff, the more i wanna d word honestly i can’t find anything i want to do, anything that interests me, or anything that i’d be able to succeed in (i truly think there’s nothing i’m good at) i keep thinking to myself, if i just pursued some type of bachelor’s degree when i got right out of high school, i would be searching for a professional job at this point x v x it’s all in the past now, it can’t be changed and i can only mourn for those lost years of opportunity---but i still can’t help but think that if i started early, i would have made something of myself by now what have i been doing? i’ve wasted so much time, i feel like a disappointment to my parents, and i’m having so many regrets and having a crisis about it wlejfnwlejfw

i do understand that it’s never too late to start ! i also know that i shouldn’t pursue a degree just to achieve, that i should do it if i want to, if it will be meaningful to me in the long run since degrees don’t guarantee anything either

what do i like and what makes me happy? i like art but my drawings aren’t worth...anything really. never been commissioned before in my life. i want to try making stickers and enamel pins but i don’t think my art is good enough. so many younger ppl are so much more skilled and i feel like i can’t catch up to them. i regret not making myself learn the fundamentals like anatomy/colour/shade back in hs and now i have to backtrack so much i like to write, as in roleplaying. it’s fun to write out characters and kinda---live vicariously through them? ; v ; i like animals but a vet job is not for me. maybe there’s something i can do in digital media? idk about that either---i thought about animation too, but i don’t think i can do that bc i’m not good at art wlejfnwlj since working at my fast food job, ppl have told me i have a nice voice so i wonder if i’d be able to do something with it? like narrating? could i ever be a voice actor? lol i think my hands look nice...i wondered about being a hand model. i also thought about doing something with video games? but i don’t think i’m smart enough i thought about writing a book about the heartbreak i went through in my teenage years (that is still ongoing now tbh). but would anyone read it? anime makes me happy T v T so i like haikyuu a lot right? and my mind just went on a tangent, ‘what if you started playing volleyball when you were younger?’ and like---not that i ever wanted to be a pro sports player or anything but my mind was like ‘what if you did that and pursued it, you could’ve become a professional athlete but now it’s too late’ i guess it freaks me out thinking about stuff like that---of an opportunity squashed and out of reach forever bc i didn’t start early enough. but i’m also here squashing my self-worth and my capabilities. i fear failure so much. i keep thinking i’ll fail when i haven’t even tried yet. so yeah i’m going through a crisis aha wlejfnlwejfw i just...want to be happy TwwT want to make my parents proud. want to be successful and doing something i enjoy. i want to make myself proud but i’ve always felt like i’m worthless wahhh i’m so, so sorry for wasting your time if you read this far ;ww; but if you did, thank you so much for listening to me for a little while. if anyone has any advice to offer, pls IM me !! i could use all the help i can get qwq

#i'm sorry don't mind me ;W;#life is hard TwT #so i'm just rambling about all my worries #Egg talks

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mesmusae · 3 years ago

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i . alias, name. Lily

ii . birthday. January 28

iii . zodiac sign. Aquarius

iv . height. 5′5″

v . hobbies. writing, reading, video games, crochet

vi . favourite colour. red and black

vii . favourite book(s). alright here we go: The diviners, Sarah J Maas books, Harry Potter, The Sisters Grimm, A series of Unfortunate Events, The Gemma Doyle Trilogy, The Dresden Files, Outlander, The Fever Series, The Rockton Novels, The darkness rising and darkest powers trilogies

ix . last film / show. Supernatural

x . recent reads. Voyager (outlander 3)

xi . inspiration. Ummmmmmmm....idk...

xii . story behind url. I was trying to translate many muses into latin. And then I made a typo and skipped an n.

xiii . fun fact about me. I collect enamel pins. Mice don’t freak me out but bugs do.

tagged by. @storiesofthenight and @paradiseturnedhell

tagging. whoever

#[out of character mess]

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waekey · 5 years ago

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Hotel Del Luna IU suggestion | PSD: Ripped Slim Fit Jeans | Pin suggestion | Other

@sugachock submitted: IU's Hotel Del Luna Outfits!

Okay so, I personally think that IU’s outfits in Hotel Del Luna are GORGEROUS, and I thought that maybe you could enjoy yourself in doing some of these.

There are SO many, they’re rich of details and I think thery’re just all so freaking pretty,, you choose! I thought you could get some inspiration from this, I gave you a bunch of pictures so you cloud see some of them, but you can also google yourself some more; for example, some of my favorites are the red coat one, the light blue one, the one where she wears the white suit with the silver purse, the white one with the huge white hat and the ligh blue silky dress.

(also, I apologize for any mistake, english isn’t my first language so-)

Hope you’re doing good, have a nice day! x

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No need to apologize and thank you so much for all the references! The outfits are so pretty! QwQ You may want to check out this post! ^^ Many of the outfits have already been made, but I also have something in mind that I consider making myself. ;)

Anonymous said:

do you have a psd for your ripped slim fit jeans? have you ever considered just making a psd archive? lol

Yep. I’ve uploaded it here. ;)

The reason I haven’t made one is because I actually go through each file and clean up a bit before I upload (although my files are so messy that it probably doesn’t look like I have. XD). So... if people aren’t going to use a file anyway, I can’t be bothered to go through it. QwQ

Anonymous said: may i suggest cute enamel pins or clay pins for clothes like the ones someone did for bt21 in the sims 4? it's an small acc that lets you put the 'pin' on any clothes you want

I am not sure how to do this and make it work with as many items as possible since clothes have such different fits. ^^”

Anonymous said: Not brag or anything...but you are one of the few cc creators who are willing to make good cc for our male sims and do a fantastic job doing it love your creations 💕

Aaaw! I’m happy you do! I do feel like male CC is less popular so I am happy you like it! QwQ

#replies #psd #IU suggestion

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imyoursugarbunny · 5 years ago

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All the yandere asks, haha, suck it, nerd (and tag possessive-prey when you do it bby)

❤️ - How many people have you fallen in love with?

Hmmm let's see... Six, I think? I get crushes really easy but love is different.

🧡 - Are you REALLY willing to kill somebody for love or is it just an exxageration?

Hmmm not for love, but I definitely almost killed some people who were hurting someone I cared about and only was stopped bc they weren't within walking distance lmao. I blacked out in a rage and everything.

💛 - Are you a real yandere or is it just for aesthetics?

Hmmm depends on your definition of yandere. I'm not the kill for my love kind but I am definitely obsessed with being around my loved ones and my emotions can get really chaotic.

💚 - How far would you go to change for your beloved?

Hmmm idk. I'd definitely do anything I could to make a relationship work and I definitely want to be healthy in my relationships, but I do not like being tied down and having to hide parts of myself from people so I have no interest in putting on airs or saying things I don't mean. I also do not like being told what to do so if someone demanded too much from me than I wanted to give I'd definitely put up a fight.

💙 - What is your favourite video game?

Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door!! 😍

💜 - Ever think about getting a seifuku? If so, what colour?

Not that I'd look good in one but something pale pink or purple or space themed! Or like cotton candy!

🖤 - Are you more of a 🌸Pastel🌸 yandere or a 🕷Dark🕷 yandere?

Pastel for lovey stuff, Dark for idk when my mood gets dangerous.

💔 - How have you dealt with heartbreak?

Hmmm no idea. Usually i cry a LOT and get super depressed and kind of just...freak out around ppl all the time. There was one person that I very much became suicidal afterwards, tho I was luckily in a good place at the time so i coped pretty well. No idea how I got over that person tbh. But like we stayed friends for a long time after so that was good.

❣️- Can people truly be forgiven for being around your beloved, even if they don’t interact at all with them?

Yeah. LMAO I love the idea of keeping my beloved locked up and completely dependent on me but I also value ppl's freedom and joy so like. Also that'd trigger the HELL out of him so. It's literally just a fun idea I think about from time to time.

💕 - Are you in a relationship?

Yes!!!! I am in a relationship with the best man in the world!!! He is the perfect balance of stinky and sweet nwn!!! We have been dating for pretty much a year now! Our anniversary is June 8th~ 😍😍😍

💞 - Do you have a crush?

I do!!! I have more than one!! My Main Crush is called Dessert. 😜 The others aren't things I really wanna act on er well one of them is but they're like. Not a good option lmao bc it'd be REALLY BAD if something happened bc they are in multiple positions of social authority over me. e___e I just like the idea of giving them flowers lmao. They're called Wendi. (It's a full term but i dont want it showing up in the tag bc they might see it even tho they're like never on tumblr.)

💓 - What does your ideal senpai look like(if you aren’t in a relationship)?

LOOK LIKE? Hm this is hard bc I'm really just. OK. Tall, big frame (like fat or stocky, at least), big squeezing arms, dark hair, facial hair, and that's pretty much it. Like that's like my ideal aesthetic that I'm drawn to. 😗

💗 - Fave piece if weaponry?

Knives are a classic but. >:) I prefer messiness over precision. I ain't interested in drawing it out. Any kind of bludgeoning weapon whether it be a mace or just a bat with nails hammered into it is my weapon of choice.

💖 - What colour best describes your mood around your beloved?

Hmmm depends! Gentle, soothing green, yellow, pale cream, muted grey, royal blue. =w= All of these will collapse into pink if I'm soft.

💘 - Favourite yandere character?

Ren Yamai from Komi-san Has a Social Disorder! (i think thats the title.) Here are some highlights:

💝 - What gifts does your senpai like the most/ do you like the most?

Hmmm idk I haven't been able to buy presents for anyone lately and I don't like getting things for ppl they haven't mentioned they want first, either, so it depends on what they like. Sweet things! Stuffies and shit like that. Enamel pins and anime figures and minifigs. Vocaloid merch. Paint. Stickers and pens and journals.

🏳️‍🌈 - are you an LGBT+ yandere?

As for me I like shit that's cute. I like bug plushes a lot. I have some beetles and there's a large isopod plush i have wanted for YEARS. Also I collect furbys and interestingly shaped bottles and Sanrio and San-X plushes. I'm not too picky tbh.

I'm aro-spec and ace and nonbinary baybee!!

#ask meme #lemonade lyric #possessive-prey

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