#I might get a particular thing over with today but I'll not talk about that here it's a bit personal ehehe...

[shoyudon]

𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 .ᐟ

them forgetting a date night.

starring. gojo, sukuna, toji x fem! reader

heads up. cursing, no fluff, sukuna can use a phone (bcs u taught him lol /j), sukuna calling u "woman"

note. haiii, how are you guys doing? make sure to take care of yourself!! i'm feeling a bit angsty today, so i'm gonna write a bit of angst. i miss gojo, like so much u guys :( i might make a part two for this btw hehe

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

the one thing you hated more than people being late was people who don't keep their promises — your boyfriend wasn't an exception to it. gojo's a busy man, you get it. for months you haven't been able to see him because he was so caught up in the jujutsu world; he saves people dan and night from lingering curses that it broke you a bit.

the jujutsu world treats him like a weapon; and you never liked it. despite your constant battering on him, trying to get him to quit and just settled in for a quiet life, he tells you that he can't. that people needed him, and you felt selfish.

but isn't it fine to be selfish sometimes?

clutching onto your phone, you'd tried dialing gojo's number at least six times before he answers. his voice groggy and slow, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, "huh . . . hello?"

you wanted to yell at him, especially because he was the one who has been reminding you about this particular date night — and he was the one to forget about it, "good sleep?" you ended up asking him, voice hard.

"y/n . . . why did you—"

"why did i call? oh, i don't know. maybe because my boyfriend stood me up for an hour and a half. i look like an idiot sitting here, satoru," you mutter out in embarrassment, avoiding the lingering gazes from both waiters and waitresses around you.

for the past hour, you've lost count of how many times you'd ask them to refill your glass of tea — embarrassing. then telling them you were waiting for someone when they tried to ask you if you were going to order anything since there were people waiting for a table, just for the said person not showing up.

"what time is— oh, fuck. baby, i'm so sorry, i fell asleep when i was work—"

before he could finish his words, you finished it for him, "working. i get it, you're always working. clearly, you don't have time for anything else, right?" you ask him, signaling the waiter nearby for the bill.

"baby, i know. i'm so sorry, i'm on my way, okay? please," he whispers. you could hear a few shuffling on the background; along with a few curses he muttered under his breath as he stumble over his feet, mind hazy from all the sudden movements he was doing despite just waking up.

"no need. i'm leaving the place," you mutter, walking out of the restaurant — heels clacking on the pavement, "and 'm leaving you, because clearly you're not ready for a relationship, so bye."

gojo yells out, "what? no, baby. i swear — i'll make it up to you, please. don't leave me . . ." he rambled on the same words over and over again, "where are you? i'm picking you up. please, can we talk about this? i'm sorry, i know i should've—"

"bye, satoru," and with that you ended the call.

──────〃★ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

you fiddled the hem of your dress as you sat inside the almost closed restaurant, the last speck of hope you had on your boyfriend —sukuna— dissipating into hopelessness. standing up you walked over to the cashier, taking out your card to pay for the one glass of shrimp cocktail and one glass of white wine.

the cashier shot you a sympathetic look, and you didn't dare to look her into her eyes. face hard from embarrassment and shame, "thank you for coming, come again next time, ma'am . . ." she bids you goodbye as she returns your card.

walking out of the restaurant that now had the 'closed' sign flipped made your stomach churn in mixed feelings: anger, embarrassment, shame, sadness, everything all at once.

sinking your nails onto the palm of your hand, you muttered out strings of curses. you knew being in a relationship with someone who had no understanding to the concept of love was a hard thing — but honestly, you thought you got a hang of it. all this time you had been nothing but patient with sukuna, but maybe even that wasn't enough for him.

three hours. you sat alone inside the restaurant you booked for the both of you for three hours — each hour depleting your hope even more. and sukuna just managed to fuck it up even after he said he'd try. well, you should've underlined the keyword there: he said he'd try not that he'd come.

maybe you saw it coming yet it still disappointed you anyways.

your phone rang. even before you see who it was — you knew it's none other than sukuna. your heart screamed at you to answer his phone call, but your mind told you to leave it ringing because you were in no mood to talk to him. yet, at the end — you still pressed the answer button.

"what?"

"where are you?" his rough voice echoed through the line as you walked down the nearly empty street, holding onto your purse, "place's closed."

scoffing, you answered, "'f course it's closed, it's almost ten. i've been waiting for three hours, ryo. three hours."

you could hear him inhale sharply, "i was caught up with something, woman. where are you now?" he questioned. hearing a few car honking behind on the background, "where are you? answer me."

"doesn't matter, i left. and i'm leaving you, i was wrong thinking maybe i could've changed you — turns out, i couldn't. good luck to you," you mutter out sternly.

sukuna raised a brow, "y're kidding."

you weren't, and all he could hear next was the loud dial tune of the other line hanging up — now did he realize that this was all serious and you were actually leaving him for good.

──────〃★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

you sighed, dialing toji for the first time of the night when he said that he was going to pick you up for a date, the phone rung for a while before going into voicemail. grumbling under your breath, you tried dialing him again for the second time, which ended up the same way.

all these time spent on makeup and picking out the best outfit — all for nothing as your boyfriend, toji failed to show up on time. angry, you tried calling him again for the third time, only for it to end up in voicemail yet again. this time you decided to leave a message for him.

"hey, you forgot. didn't you? hope you're happy with yourself, cause 'm not."

dating toji wasn't the easiest — but you love him, no matter what he was like. and it was stupid of you to do so, all this time you've defended his name against your friends' malice towards him, saying how he wasn't treating you well enough and that you deserved so much better.

despite all that, you love him. disregarding their words, retorting back to how toji treats you well, which he does — except for the times he tended to forget about everything, even you. maybe it was time to open your eyes and actually break up; because you did deserve better than this.

it would be a shame to let all this makeup go to waste, and so you hailed a cab and decided to go out for a treat. and made the best out of everything, that is until toji decided it would be the most convenient time to call you back amidst your little "me time".

wiping your hand on the napkin, you answered him, "huh, you're alive," you muttered out, huffing.

he sighs, "i forgot, sorry." you couldn't see him, but toji actually looked remorseful, already on his way out of his apartment to yours, "i'm on my way."

you chuckled, "doesn't matter. i left my house," you informed, taking a bite out of the crab meat, "so don't bother coming — and i don't think i don't deserve this kind of treatment from anyone, even you, toji. i'm breaking up with you because clearly you don't take this relationship as seriously as i am."

toji furrowed his brows, "i forgot, i fucked up, i can make it up. where are you right now?" he asks, his voice still as calm as cucumber. but the look on his face contradicted the tone of his voice.

"bye, toji. good luck."

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[sasaranurude]

Okay. I've been playing Tokyo Debunker today, since the release happened to catch me on a day when all I'd planned to do was write fanfiction. I just finished reading the game story prologue (it was longer than expected!), so here's a review type post. If you're reading this post not having seen a single thing about this game: it's a story-based joseimuke gacha mobile game that just released globally today. It's about a girl who suddenly finds herself attending a magic school and mingling with elite, superhuman students known as ghouls. If you look in the tumblr tag for the game you'll see what appears to be a completely different game from 2019 or so: they retooled it completely midway through development, changing just about everything about it due to "escalating competition within the gaming industry."

I'll talk about how this looks like a blatant twst clone at the end.

Starting with the positive: The story is charming. I enjoyed it thoroughly the entire time and am excited to read more. The mix between visual novel segments and motion comics was really nice--it broke things up and added a lot of oomph to the action or atmospheric scenes that visual novels generally lack. I like the art in the comic parts a lot. the live2d in the visual novel parts is... passable. Tone-wise, I think the story was a little bit all over the place and would like to see more of the horror that it opened on, but I didn't mind the comedic direction it went in either. The translation is completely seamless. The characters so far all have unique voices and are just super fun and cute. Of the ones who've had larger roles in the story so far, there's not a single one I dislike. It's all fully voiced in Japanese and the acting is solid. (I don't recognize any voices, and can't seem to find any seiyuu credits, so it seems they're not big names, but they deliver nonetheless.) Kaito in particular I found I was laughing at his lines a ton, both the voicing and the writing.

He's looking for a girlfriend btw. Spreading the word.

The problem is like. The gameplay is the worst dark-pattern microtransaction-riddled bullshit I've ever seen. Hundred passive timers going at all times. Fifty different item-currencies. Trying to get you to spend absurd amounts of real world money at every turn. There's like five different indicators that take you to various real-money shop items that I don't know how to dismiss the indicator, I guess you just have to spend money, wtaf. Bajillion different interlocking systems mean you have zero sense of relative value of all the different item-currencies. I did over the course of the day get enough diamonds for one ten-pull, which I haven't used yet. Buying enough diamonds for a ten-pull costs a bit under $60 (presumably USD, but there's a chance the interface is automatically making that CAD for me--not gonna spend the money to check lmfao), with an SSR rate of 1%. BULLSHIIIIIT.

There's like a goddamn thousand-word essay explaining the dozen different types of character upgrades and equippables and equippables for the equippables!! Bad! Bad game design! That's just overcomplicating bullshit to trick people into thinking they're doing something other than clicking button to make number go up! That is not gameplay!

In terms of the actual gameplay, there is none. The battle system is full auto. There might be teambuilding, but from what I've seen so far, most of that consists of hoping you pull good cards from gacha and then clicking button to make number go up. There's occasional rhythm segments but there's no original music, it's just remixes of public domain classical music lmao. I'd describe the rhythm gameplay as "at least more engaging than twisted wonderland's," which is not a high bar

At least there's a cat in the rhythm bit.

And like, ok, I gotta remark on how derivative it is. Like I mentioned in my post earlier, this game is unabashedly aping twisted wonderland's setting and aesthetic. (That said, most of the stuff it steals from twst is magic school stuff that twst also basically stole from Harry Potter, so...?) However, it isn't exactly like twst: in this one, the characters say fuck a lot and bleed all over the place and do violence. Basically, the tone is a fair bit more adult than twst's kid-friendly vibe. (Not, like, adult adult, and I probably wouldn't even call it dark--it's still rated Teen lol. Just more adult than twst.)

Rather than just being students at magic school, the ghouls also go out into the mundane world to go on missions where they fight and investigate monsters and cryptids. Honestly, the magic school setting feels pretty tacked-on. The things that are enjoyable about this would've been just as enjoyable in about any other setting--you can tell this whole aspect was a late trend-chasing addition, lmao. So, yeah, it's blatantly copying twst to try to steal some players, but... Eh, I found myself not caring that much. Someone more (or less) into twst than me may find it grating.

Character-wise, eh, sure, yeah, they're a bit derivative in that aspect too, but it's a joseimuke game, the characters are always derivative. Thus far the writing & execution has been solid enough that I didn't care if they were tropey. If I were to compare it to something else, I'd say the relationship between the protagonist and the ghouls feels more like that of the sage and wizards in mahoyaku than anything from twst. There's some mystery in exactly what "ghouls" are and their place in this world that has me intrigued and wanting to know more about this setting and how each of the characters feels about it. I have a bad habit of getting my hopes up for stories that put big ideas on the table and then being disappointed when they don't follow through in a way that lives up to my expectations, though.

So, my final verdict: I kind of just hope someone uploads all the story segments right onto youtube so nobody has to deal with the dogshit predatory game to get the genuinely decent story lol. Give it a play just for the story if you have faith in your ability to resist dark patterns. Avoid at all costs if you know you're vulnerable to gacha, microtransactions, or timesinks.

[moirindeclermont]

@hugmeter06 requests an "All the Polín first times we didn't see" about a certain willow tree. Perhaps it's the first time Colin makes Pen release without even touching her core, at least directly.

They are promenading, and upon seeing the willow tree Colin is struck with a very wicked idea. He watches his adorable wife, who is watching him, rolling her eyes. "Colin, no! It's broad daylight and everyone could be watching us".

Colin pouts but then looks at her.

"What if we don't need to get naked at all. I just need you to sit in front of me while we enjoy the shade under the tree."

Pen knows her husband has something in mind, but she can't fake a thrill going through her as she think of what he might be up too. He always has the best idea, she has to recognize that...

They put a blanket over the grass, and they sat comfortably, Colin behind Pen. Slightly inappropriate but not scandalous. Not yet.

"I think we need better memories about this spot."

"Colin..."

"If I can make you release without touching, what would be my reward?"

They exchange a brief kiss, very chaste.

"If you can manage that, you can tie me when we get home".

The look Colin has in his eyes informs her he doesn't want to lose. She should remember that a challenge is the last thing a Bridgerton needs.

The next several minutes passes with Pen trying to resist from moaning and whimpering as Colin begins to whisper in detail what he plans to do once he ties her up later.

"I think I want for you to wear the silky nightgown, the red one that I love so dearly,"

She wants to reply, but Colin is faster.

"Nah, I don't think so. Your job is to listen today, okay?" In that deep, deep voice that makes her tremble.

"After, I would tied you up using the light belt that keeps together your robe. Only your hands. And I'd leave your mouth open, I want to hear all of your sound.

I'd love to kiss you all over. First with my hand, and then with my mouth"

All Pen can hear is his voice, the ton and everyone's else is in the background, while she's trying her best to not mount him right there..

"I think for tonight I want to discovering how many times I can make you release. I think we arrived at three, but I would love to know if you arrive at six... Or more.

And while every release can be on my fingers or my tongue or my cock, every time you'll tell me one of your dirtiest fantasy."

Pen gulps, her breath accelerated and her hand sweaty as she feels her core getting wetter and wetter.

"I know about your fantasy of doing it in the middle of a ball, watched by everyone. I know about your fantasy of me tupping you in my coat, pretending I'm a pirate. I know about your fantasy of me taking my pleasure while you read and write."

She can't move a muscle or she would release. Her core is asking desperately for something to fill her and her nipples are hard against her bodice.

"I'll make you confess some more. Like how much you like when I say I have a wanton wife. A harlot."

She does moan now, but it's very quiet.

"I know you're close. Such a nice naughty wife I have. If the Ton knew you are so naughty, making your husband make you release in the garden... What would they say?"

She is close. He didn't touch her and she is close.

"I don't know what they would say, but I'd answer them that you're my harlot. Say it Pen"

"Say I'm your harlot while you find your pleasure."

"I'm a harlot," and luckily she is not screaming it, as she comes hard, right in the middle of the garden, under the willow tree that saw a particular awkward conversations months ago.

"You're amazing. And mine. Let's both rest 10 minutes before going home. We have much stuff to do."

And she smiles. Her husband wants to wait because he is not presentable either. They wait and exchange soft and chaste kisses, until they take their leave.

They're not seen for two whole days after that afternoon.

I accept request! Dm me or send me an ask with your favorite first time you want me to talk about.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

CYOA C57 Sneak Peak

Since I took a not-so-brief break from writing and it still might be another few days before I can post the next chapter, have a sneak peak of the beginning of the chapter below the cut.

Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Wednesday 16th March, 2022, 01:37 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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Lily Evans: <image attachment> You're hopefully asleep but look at what I've got!

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Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Wednesday 16th March, 2022, 07:11 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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James Potter: omg it's my face mug

Lily Evans: Yep! Plus my tea, which really got me through the morning since I came in an hour early to get a site report finished. I employed cunning stealth tactics to manoeuvre it out of Pip's desk drawer yesterday.

James Potter: what did you do?

Lily Evans: I said, "Pip, can I have James's face mug?" and that worked.

James Potter: truly you are machiavellian in your endeavours also are you wearing bright pink in that photo?

Lily Evans: I am. Felt slightly daunted about it this morning because of the stupid old adage about redheads, but I mean, I BOUGHT the outfit on Monday because I loved how it looked on, so chickening out would have been a waste of my money.

James Potter: what's the old adage about redheads?

Lily Evans: There are MANY and they're all equally ridiculous because being redheaded is great actually, but this one in particular dictates that we "shouldn't wear pink," presumably because it looks terrible on us.

James Potter: that IS stupid you look so pretty

Lily Evans: Thank you! <image attachment> This is the full fit. I love Sirius's selfie mirror. What d'you think?

James Potter: christ you really do have phenomenal legs warn me next time, would you? i'm trying to drink my morning coffee in peace here, and you spring this on me

Lily Evans: Lollll you saw my legs on my Instagram yesterday.

James Potter: yesterday you had big tall boots on today you do not

Lily Evans: Forget about my legs for a second.

James Potter: i physically CAN'T

Lily Evans: The jacket is a CAPE, James. I own a CAPE. I am MAKING MY OWN DREAM (of owning a cape) COME TRUE. Do you have any idea how many crop tops I bought on Monday? LOADS. And I've been scared of crop tops my whole life. I still kind of am scared, but I'm going to be brave and wear them anyway, Bea says that if I carry myself with confidence on purpose I'll eventually start to carry myself with confidence because that's genuinely how I feel, and you know what she's right because I've had more compliments from other women in the office over the last day and a half than I've had in the year since I started working here. If you can't tell, I'm very excited about my new clothes.

James Potter: i can tell

Lily Evans: It's probably a very boring topic so I'll stop.

James Potter: no you don't have to stop i think it's brilliant and not just because i get to see more of your legs, which is a huge win for me

Lily Evans: Lolllllllll

James Potter: a week ago you were calling yourself a frump, so it makes me happy to see you talking like this instead if new clothes make you feel good about yourself then i want to hear about them

Lily Evans: I do feel more like ME in them, if that makes any sense at all. And there's no going back now because I've bagged up a load of my old clothes and Bea and Remus are going to help me lug them to the charity shop before we all head off to the train station on Saturday. I bought A LOT of new things. Like, so much I felt a bit obscene every time it came to pay. But I couldn't have done that if you hadn't spared me from paying rent for the next few months, so thank you so much for being a bottomless well of kindness, even though I should be saving that money for a deposit on a new flat and have had no common sense in my approach to this.

James Potter: don't worry about it, you deserve bottomless wells of kindness and of every good thing in life are you going to leicester with remus and beatrice this weekend?

Lily Evans: No, although I'm going the Saturday after for a pre-Mother's Day lunch with my mum and Petunia. I'm heading to Stockport to spend the night at Emily's, it just so happens that Bea and I both need to leave from Euston. Actually, first I'm getting my hair done, then I'm donating my clothes, THEN I'm going to Stockport to see Em. Then I'm going wall climbing with her and her mum and sister.

James Potter: oh cool! i love climbing, have you ever done it before?

Lily Evans: I went to a climbing centre once for a friend's birthday party years ago, I was twelve and I got my first period while I was actively on the wall, so I spent quite a lot of the day running into the toilet to check that nobody could see it even though I was wearing black shorts and Carina's mum had given me a pad. So the short answer is: not really, but I'm not worried, none of them are expecting me to be any good at it even though they're all basically professionals. Em and her sister also go cycling every Sunday morning so I have been informed that a loaner bike and safety gear is available if I want to join them.

James Potter: do you think you will go?

Lily Evans: Yeah! I haven't cycled in a few years but I do cardio every day so I reckon I can manage the exercise even if I wind up extremely saddle-sore afterwards. Plus this all means I get to bring and wear some of my new workout clothes, and honestly I'll take any excuse.

James Potter: if you put some chamois cream on before you cycle you'll save yourself a lot of discomfort little tip from my mum that i flagrantly ignored in my youth

Lily Evans: Why did you ignore it?

James Potter: because i was A MAN who didn't NEED to smear cream on my groin to train for a triathlon except it turns out i did also i was only about sixteen, who the fuck did i think i was, cat noir?

Lily Evans: I'm going to skim past the fact that you know who Cat Noir is because then I'll need to explain why I know who he is and it's probably the same reason.

James Potter: it's definitely the same reason

Lily Evans: God, we're both such dweebs. I mean, you're much cooler than I am, but still.

James Potter: not true at all, i'm a massive dork, i just happen to play a lot of sports, so people who don't know me well don't spot it straight away

Lily Evans: And you're stupidly attractive, which isn't often expected of massive dorks because we live in a society that unfairly pigeonholes people into boxes based upon their perceived attractiveness. This I say as I shop for makeup online. I know I'm part of the problem.

James Potter: what does "stupidly" attractive mean? i'd love a definition

Lily Evans: You already defined it yourself. Weeks ago, actually.

James Potter: what??? when?

Lily Evans: "And now," gasped Theo, in a ruggedly handsome but also charmingly boyish but also sexy but also dorky way that seems really impossible for a real human man to accomplish, "I will kiss you at last!" See? Defined. As per you. Also important to note: this kind of attractiveness makes people who fancy you act and feel like blushing, giggling idiots. Hence, "stupidly" attractive.

James Potter: well

Lily Evans: Your brother, on the other hand, is NOT stupidly attractive. He's inaccessibly attractive. Which is very different. Science.

James Potter: noooo don't talk about sirius! talk about me again!

Lily Evans: I just did. At length.

James Potter: talk about me more who am i making blush and giggle?

Lily Evans: How quickly you forget that I still field emails from Jessalyn et al.

James Potter: oh it's JESSALYN, is it?

Lily Evans: Et al.

James Potter: i think you should elaborate on et al

Lily Evans: I'd love to but I have to jump into a meeting.

James Potter: no you don't!

Lily Evans: Yes I do!

James Potter: a meeting with who?

Lily Evans: With Agnes from Julia Murphy.

James Potter: who is agnes from julia murphy

Lily Evans: Julia Murphy is a skincare company, one of our brand partners, and it's in my calendar, see?? <image attachment> I'm not trying to get out of telling you I think you're cute.

James Potter: two minutes ago i was ruggedly handsome and charmingly boyish and sexy now i'm merely cute?

Lily Evans: And dorky. Don't forget dorky.

James Potter: i haven't forgotten anything, thank you very much

Lily Evans: James, you are ruggedly handsome and charmingly boyish and sexy. Are you happy now?

James Potter: that reply will do, but only because you're busy you're off the hook for now but i expect you to revisit this subject later

Lily Evans: God, who even are you, my owner?

James Potter: that's an interesting choice of words, lil

Lily Evans: DON'T YOU DARE ANSWER THAT QUESTION

[bruciemilf]

Do you have any head cannons about the batkids absolutely loving and adoring Batman/Bruce? I'm obsessed with the idea of them being like "I beg your pardon, but he is our Father™? Our provider? We require his attention and affection at all times pls do not distract him."

omg gonna take the chance to talk abt the batkids & their love languages bc <3333

Dick's is quality time; I can imagine him being downright territoial over his and Bruce's "watching bad Gray Ghost reboots just to laugh at Dad getting mad" time, because it's his absolute favourite.

He gets to lay his tired head on Bruce's lap and sigh pleasantly when his hair is groomed. If you make Bruce tea -- no you don't. That is illegal. Dick does.

And he's just enough of a bitch to be passive agressive about it because "It's our thing; Would you take the mic from Lady Gaga at a concert? No? Then outta my tea!"

Jason's is physical affection!!! And I say that with my whole chest!! This Frankenstein Baby is touch starved and requires all tactillness, always. It's a form of self-reassurance, AND an olive branch; It's his way of saying "I'll always want my father's love" and "You didn't come back wrong; You're not made to be handled roughly. I need to know you're here and alive and content"

and he might play tough guy, might sigh as if this is a favour, but everyone sees him melt. Bonus, the image of Jason's 6'5 ass clinging to Bruce while the poor guy tries making lunch because he CAN, ALFRED, is so cute. Jason for the son who has to lean down to get his hair ruffled like a german shephard.

Tim's is acts of service and gift giving; He's vigilant, observant, pays attention to Bruce with a hawk's eye. Especially those interests he has too little time for. Give me Tim who doesn't know a loving father but when he gets him, he's super attentive. Give me Tim who seeks Bruce's company on his own free will.

Give me Tim who'll bring puzzles home and solve them with Bruce for hours, and who'll listen to mouthpiece after mouthpiece about mechanics and cars, who doesn't like getting dirty but will stay with bruce in his workshop just to watch him work. Give me Tim who gets Bruce gifts despite his dad giving him dissaproving looks. "You shouldn't waste money."

"You're not a waste."

Damian's is words of affirmation -- PLEASE. THIS BABY IS SO READY TO YELL "Batman is actually the best superhero, actually, here's a 30 slide PP presentation as to why. Number one- because I said so" it's very inetresting for Damian; Because if he got anything from Bruce, (Please, please, he begs no one in particular, let me have something from him) is a crushing amount of insecurity.

Bruce is just downright allergic to compliements; He spits them out like a rotten meal, in fact, as if his body just can't hold them down. Damian just. Won't stand for it. "Baba, you look very pretty today. "

"...Thank you, Damian. That's very kind of you to say."

"I recently learned you won't accept compliments to your character, so this will have to do. " Does he give up? Of course not. He's a Robin. They never learned what that is.

Cass, like Dick, loves to spend time with Bruce, -- but what's surprising to the Batdad? Cass is wraith made of warmth and softness. She's stealthy and moves smoothly like wind and punches like ten men. But her love is loud.

Bruce is her only father and she's not timid about saying it. Wordlessly, sure, but no less impactful, with no small amount of passion. Give me Cass who holds hands with Bruce while on the street, and shows him funny videos on her phone, and who texts with him regularly, and who has him as her wallpaper.

That is her father and she carries him lovingly.

[hazza-bear-care]

Friday Night Grind

Eddie and Y/N have a weekly ritual. Every Friday, they eat, drink, smoke, and watch TV. What happens when their ritual adds another aspect?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, grinding, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex, oral (f receiving) marijuana usage, swearing, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, aftercare, daddy kink, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything!

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October had blown in with a flurry of leaves, the anticipation of Halloween wrapping the town of Hawkins, Indiana in an air of excitement. The Hawkins High football team was hosting their yearly Fall Tailgate, attempting to rouse some hope of their impending victory against their rival team. The smell of hot apple cider enveloped students and staff alike, as cheers and ringing bells echoed around the guests playing games and winning prizes.

Manning her Home Economics booth, Y/N was responsible for dishing up freshly baked goods her class had work tirelessly to prepare for this tailgate.

"One cinnamon roll, please! And one for the pretty lady behind the booth." Eddie Munson stood on the other side of the table, left hand shoved into the pocket on his denim Dio vest, right extended with two crumpled up dollar bills. Y/N took his money with a smile, wrapping up a cinnamon roll in some parchment paper and passing it off to Eddie before taking one for herself.

"Thank you, Eddie. I haven't eaten very much today and these cinnamon rolls have been calling my name since they came out of the oven yesterday in class." With a shared smile, Y/N bit into her sweet confection and moaned at the flavor bursting over her tongue.

"May I steal you, or are you too busy to walk with me?" Eddie asked, tucking his own cinnamon roll into the pocket of his vest.

"Um, Elizabeth, could you take over please? I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Take your time, Y/N! The cinnamon rolls are the last of what we have, and with how busy we've been, we might close early. I can't wait, that apple cider has been beckoning since they started up!" Elizabeth quickly shooed Y/N out from behind the booth, Eddie holding out his arm for her to take as they strolled by booths overflowing with goodies, games, and friends.

"Well, that was easy. Are we still on for tonight?" Eddie mused, stealing a glance at the girl on his arm. Y/N took another bite of her cinnamon roll, returning Eddie's gaze.

"What, you don't want to cheer on this school's dumb football team to another dumb victory?" Y/N asked sarcastically, already knowing Eddie's answer.

"You know what? I really don't. It seems like you don't either." Eddie responded with a chuckle.

"No, I don't. I volunteered to run the booth for Home Ec, that's about it. So, I'd say yes, Eddie. We're still on for tonight. Anything in particular you want to do, or is it the same Friday night grind?" Yet another bite was shoved in her mouth as she and Eddie stopped to watch Mike's little sister, Holly, attempted the ring toss. Three rings later, everyone cheered as Holly was given a stuffed tiger as her prize. Eddie nodded to Nancy and patted Mike on the back as he and Y/N continued walking.

"I was thinking the same thing we usually do; weed, pizza, movie. What do you say to a horror movie marathon?" Y/N pondered the question as she chewed the last of her cinnamon roll, the smell of apple cider growing stronger as the pair approached the booth.

"Sounds like a plan, Munson. Anything I need to bring? Two, please." Y/N asked, ordering a cider for both her and Eddie. With a playful smack to her hand, Eddie silently told Y/N to put her money away as he pulled out two more crumpled bills from his pocket, paying for the cider.

"Since your booth would likely be closed by the time we get back, would you mind picking up some tapes?" Eddie asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure! No worries, Eds. Just know that there will be no bitching or complaining about the movies I bring, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Eddie said with a mock salute and a smile. The pair sipped on the cider as they approached the haphazard hay bale maze the school had set up. They were only able to afford enough for a small maze, the walls only two bales high. With a knowing look, Eddie and Y/N entered, the way out easily seen by Eddie's tall stature. They were out in a record five minutes, escorting a few lost elementary school students along the way.

True to Elizabeth's word, the booth was closed by the time Eddie and Y/N had made their way back to it. Y/N had convinced Eddie to help tear down the table and sign, delicately balancing trays and the table as they walked towards the school to put everything away.

"Eddie, the least I can do is carry the trays. You're going to break something." Y/N offered once again, giggling to herself as Eddie shook her off.

"No. A lady should never carry anything when a gentleman is present. I will, however, allow you to open the door." Eddie argued, propping the table up against his leg for a break as Y/N opened the door.

"Wow, such responsibility you give me, Sir Munson."

"Don't get used to it, Princess. I'll be your chivalrous knight again soon."

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Eight o'clock rolled around quickly after Eddie dropped Y/N off at home after the tailgate. After a brief dinner with her family, she sped quickly to Family Video to rent some movies for her and Eddie to mock.

She grabbed as many horror movies as she could carry before plopping them on the counter in front of Steve and Robin.

"You and Eddie having another movie night, this week?" Robin asked as she began typing the titles of the movies under Y/N's account.

"Indeed, we are." Y/N replied, smiling at the questioning look Steve shot at her from over Robin's shoulder while he glanced at the throng of movies Y/N was renting.

"You're going to force Eddie to sit through 'Little Shop of Horrors'?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Steve. Do you have a problem with that?"

"He's going to hate it." Steve remarked with a shrug.

"That's the plan, Harrington." The smile on Y/N's face was bright and hopeful as Robin returned the sentiment, banging on the computer keyboard as she finished typing in the movies.

"$30 even. Have you ever, I don't know, thought about inviting Steve and me to these little get togethers you and Eddie have every week?" Robin asked, a slightly sour tone to her voice as she bagged up the movies.

"Oh. Well, Eddie and I have our traditions, of course. I'll ask him about it for next week, okay?" Y/N promised, zipping out of Family Video before her other friends could protest.

"They're never going to invite us. Eddie's been crushing on Y/N forever." Steve told Robin before turning his attention back to 'Fast Times' playing on the small TV on the counter.

"I know." Robin ceded.

The trip to Eddie's trailer was one Y/N knew like the back of her hand. She could almost drive there with her eyes closed, if it were possible.

Eddie was standing on the porch as Y/N pulled up, hurrying to open her car door and retrieve the bag of movies she had brought before escorting her inside the warmth of his trailer.

"Hey, what would you say to Steve and Robin joining us next week?" Y/N asked as she made herself comfortable on Eddie's couch, popping open a can of New Coke and taking a swig as Eddie fished through the stack of tapes.

"I'd say let me think about it. I like having these moments with you. Away from freshman and Gareth, ya know?" Eddie scoffed at the sight of "Little Shop of Horrors" before turning around and popping it into the VCR under the TV.

"I understand. Robin asked, so I figured I'd relay the question."

"She doesn't spend enough time with Harrington at work that she needs to drag him out here?" Eddie asked, making himself comfortable next to Y/N as the credits started rolling for the movie.

"I think she was asking because she's our friend and wants to be included. Your point could stand for us as well: we don't spend enough time together playing Dungeons & Dragons? We needed to start a movie night?"

"I can't believe you like that shit." Eddie said, gesturing to the can of Coke perched dangerously on the arm of the sofa. "Old Coke tastes so much better and you know it."

"I agree, but you can't find anything else in the stores anymore. New Coke is all the rage, Eds. Lucas likes it." Y/N countered, hoping the fact that Lucas liking the new formula would help prove her point.

"Sinclair likes shooting balls into laundry baskets, Y/N. He's not exactly a trustworthy source." Rick Moranis' voice flowed around them as he sang about the dreary atmosphere of living on Skid Row, the argument lost to the tone of melancholy in his voice.

"I wonder if this is where Skid Row got their name." Y/N thought out loud, almost spitting Coke out of her nose at the horrified look on Eddie's face.

"The town, I would imagine, not this cheesy ass song."

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Hours later, almost every movie Y/N had brought over had been watched, the pair rounding off their night with "Ghostbusters" and a few joints.

"Seriously, Y/N how many times have you watched this movie? You know everything Bill Murray is going to say before he says it!" Eddie whined, puffing on the roach of his joint before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

"What can I say, Munson, I know a good movie when I see one." Y/N coughed on her roach, the smoke burning her throat as she inhaled before passing it off to Eddie to finish. He took the joint with a chuckled as he finished the joint with one final hint, once again reaching for the ashtray in front of him.

As Peter Venkman ran away from the slime ghost chasing him through the hallway of a hotel, Eddie's attention was only on Y/N, memorizing her face as if he'd never see her again. Her face lit up as she laughed at Ray's reaction to Venkman getting slimed, the creases in her eyes prominent. The dimple on her cheek sunk deep into her face, and Eddie couldn't resist poking it.

Y/N shot Eddie a look, which caused him to lean back in surrender. Once more he snuck a look at Y/N, trailing his hand across her shoulders and down her arm, smirking at the goosebumps that popped up on her skin. A suddenly evil idea popped into Eddie's head as he jabbed a finger into Y/N's ribs, a squeal leaving her as she jumped in surprise. In a flash, Eddie had pinned Y/N to the couch, tickling her with no mercy as she screamed for him to stop.

"How can I stop when your laugh is so pretty?" Eddie asked, puppy dog eyes staring deeply into hers. While he was distracted by her beauty, Y/N took advantage and pushed Eddie up, straddling his lap and tickling his sides in return. Eddie released a high-pitched squeal of his own as Y/N poked him in a particularly ticklish spot, the girl on his lap laughing hard at the noise.

"What was that? Is the big, bad, Eddie Munson ticklish?" Y/N teased, pushing her fingers into the same spot, once more emitting a girlish scream from Eddie. She continued her assault for another minute, laughing along with Eddie at his reactions before her hands were abruptly ripped away and locked against Eddie's chest.

"Yes, the big, bad, Eddie is ticklish. That was a low blow, Princess." Eddie argued, still holding Y/N's hands in his against his chest.

"You started it!" Y/N countered, eyes hazy with the weed coursing through her veins.

"Yeah, well I'm finishing it." Eddie finalized, taking a better look at the girl perched in his lap. His brown eyes traced her features, and Y/N started to feel self-conscious under Eddie's scrutinizing gaze. A beat passed of them just staring at each other, before Eddie once again took advantage of Y/N and started tickling her again, ignoring her pleas to stop.

The position Y/N was sitting in made it hard for Eddie to keep his cool as she squirmed in his lap, his fingers continuing to jab into her ribs to keep the peals of laughter coming from her chest. One particular poke made Y/N jump, the sudden feeling of Eddie's erection digging into her clothed core. The pair paused, both breathless due to how much they were laughing just a few seconds earlier.

"Eddie.... Is that a lighter in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Y/N ground down onto his dick once more, watching as Eddie threw his head back under her.

"I'm just happy to see you, Princess. Fuck if you keep doing that, I'll pin you to this couch and make you squeal for a different reason." Eddie moaned again as Y/N continued to grind on him, his erection growing harder under her.

"Is that a threat, or a promise?" Y/N asked as she ground once more, having full control of the situation since her hands were still being pressed to Eddie's chest.

"If you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask, Princess." Eddie groaned, inching his face closer to Y/N's as her hips continued to rock against his. She whimpered as Eddie purposely thrusted to give her more friction, throwing caution to the wind as he leaned up and planted a heated kiss to her mouth. Y/N wrenched her hands out of Eddie's grasp and placed them on his cheeks. pulling him ever closer.

Eddie slid his tongue past Y/N's teeth, groaning in the back of his throat as she allowed his tongue to battle with hers. She took it one step further by biting his bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth. Eddie's eyes rolled in the back of his head, the combination of her sucking on his lip and grinding onto his dick almost overwhelming him. He took the situation into his own hands as he cupped her ass, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room, his lips never leaving hers in the process. He threw Y/N onto the bed, chasing her lips with his once more as he kissed her ferociously. His lips left hers as he trailed across her jawline and down her neck, smirking as she squealed once he reached her sweet spot. He sucked a hickey onto her neck, his tongue soothing the pain he had left as he descended further.

Eddie's hands snuck up under her shirt, breaking away from her only to rip it and her bra off before attacking one of her nipples with his mouth, rolling the other between two of his fingers. Her hands wrapped themselves in Eddie's wild curls, arching her back to get Eddie closer to her body. His tongue lashed wildly against her pebbled peak, groaning against it as Y/N tugged at his hair. Eddie released her nipple with a pop before moving to the other, pinching once again and smirking at her moan.

"Fuck, Eddie. More, please!" Y/N whined, desperately bucking her hips in a futile attempt for attention.

"You want more, sweetheart? I can give you more, especially since you asked so nicely." Eddie continued to kiss down her body, skin feeling soft under his plush lips. He unbuttoned her jeans with ease, shoving them down to her ankles where she hurriedly kicked them to the floor. Eddie sunk in between her legs, marveling at the wet patch currently growing across the blue cotton of her panties. Eddie smirked, placing a kiss to her folds before moving her panties aside and using two of his fingers to spread her open.

"You're already so wet for me, baby. All this for me?" Y/N nodded, covering her blushing face with her hands as Eddie chuckled, pulling away for a moment to remove the rings on his hands before settling back between Y/N's thighs. He spread her puffy lips open once more and licked a broad stripe over her pussy, relishing in the way she moaned above him, dropping her hands to his hair instantly.

Eddie's tongue flicked her clit as he shook his head from side to side, causing Y/N to moan loudly as she threw her head back into Eddie's pillows. He slid one of his fingers deep inside her slick core, moaning against her as she clenched at the intrusion. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard as he pumped his finger in and out of her at a brisk pace, adding another and curling them up, hitting the sweet spot inside her that made her toes curl.

"Fuck, Eddie! Oh my God, it feels so good!" Y/N yelled, pulling Eddie's hair to get him closer as she felt her orgasm begin to bubble up inside her. He added a third finger, continuing his assault on her slick pussy as he relentlessly pounded into her. Y/N clenched around his fingers once more as her orgasm quickly took over, soaking Eddie's face in her juices as she came hard around his fingers. He coaxed her through her first orgasm, not leaving her core until she weakly pushed his head away from her fluttering pussy. He crawled up and kissed her deeply, holding his soaked fingers against her lips, shoving them into her mouth as she sucked her arousal off his digits. Once he pulled away, Eddie removed his pants and boxers as he waltzed over to his nightstand and tore it open. He snatched a foil pack before turning back towards Y/N as he rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and pumping a few times.

Y/N felt her mouth water as she watched Eddie, licking her lips in anticipation. Eddie chuckled as he stalked back over to the bed.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Eddie asked, genuinely caring for her well-being while he positioned himself over her.

"I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please, I need you." Y/N's pussy clenched in anticipation as Eddie smiled, placing another kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, baby? You need me to fill you up with my cock, is that it?" Eddie's words made Y/N moan, throwing her head back and giving Eddie full access to her neck. He peppered kisses over the expanse of skin, once more sucking another bruise onto her neck before pulling her into a kiss, tongue slipping easily into her waiting mouth. While Y/N sucked on his tongue, Eddie positioned his tip at her entrance, gathering some of her slick onto the condom before penetrating her core.

Y/N threw her head back as she moaned at the intrusion, her pussy clenching around Eddie's dick as he continued to stretch her open inch by inch. He bottomed out, staring at the blissful look stretching across Y/N's face as she adjusted to Eddie's length inside her. Y/N tapped Eddie on the shoulder in a silent bid to get him to move, fingernails digging into his biceps as he thrusted deep inside her.

"Fuck, Princess. Look at you, taking my big cock so well. Can you feel how deep I am, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, taking one of Y/N's hands from his arms and pressing it to the bottom of her belly, moaning in unison with her as he thrusted hard into her.

"Oh my God, harder, please." Y/N begged, wrapping her legs around Eddie's waist as he buried himself deeper into her sopping wet core. Eddie picked up his pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing in the room around them. His fingers brushed against her clit and she clenched around him. He could tell he wouldn't last long if she continued squeezing around him, but he was adamant to make her finish before he did.

"Feel good, baby?" Eddie asked, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek as she nodded, jaw dropped to her chest as her sweet noises wrapped around him.

"Fuck, Daddy, don't stop!" Y/N screamed, the name slipping past her lips before she could stop it. Eddie paused above her, his chocolate eyes boring deeply into hers as she blushed. In a flash Eddie had pulled out of Y/N and flipped her over onto her belly, wrenching her hips up so her ass was in the air. A smack rippled against her skin as Eddie spanked her and a loud moan escaped her lips. He lined himself up to her entrance before thrusting in hard, a deeper angle overwhelming the pair tangled in the bed sheets.

"Oh shit, baby. You feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock. You're doing so weel for me, sweetheart. Fuck, I'm addicted to you." Eddie moaned, another smack meeting Y/N's ass. Her toes curled as Eddie continued burying stroke after stroke deep insider her pussy, the head of his cock brushing her g-spot in a delicious rhythm.

Y/N was babbling, a mindless string of moans and "Daddy's" falling past her lips as her face was buried deeper into Eddie's pillows. She leaned back, meeting Eddie's thrusts, causing her ass to jiggle and shake due to the impact.

"Look at my cock-drunk little Princess. Fuck, you're close, huh? I can feel it, your pussy feels so good." Eddie spanked Y/N once again, a bright red hand print gazing back at him as he pulled away, wrapping his arm around her waist and coming in contact with her clit and rubbing furiously. Y/N's back arched as she shattered around Eddie's cock, her orgasm settling deep in her bones as she squirted, her arousal splashing against Eddie's thighs and dripping to the bed sheets below.

Eddie growled deep in his throat as one more powerful thrust led him to his own orgasm, pumping his cum into the condom. When he pulled out, Eddie chuckled at how Y/N whined at the loss of contact keeping her tethered to him, her posture sagging against the mattress. Eddie kissed her shoulder before pulling himself away completely, going to the bathroom and disposing of the condom while dampening a rag to clean Y/N.

Y/N had rolled onto her side, still panting after her mind-blowing orgasm rocked her to her core. Eddie approached the bed, gently spreading her legs as he dragged the cool cloth down her sweat soaked skin, sopping up every drop of her arousal. She winced as Eddie swiped the rag against her puffy pussy, cleaning her as gently as he could.

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as he threw the rag somewhere behind him, wrapping Y/N in his arms and pulling her into his chest. Y/N pressed a kiss to Eddie's chest before trailing up his neck and pecking his lips.

"I'm amazing, Eddie. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Princess. I didn't know you could squirt, did you?" Eddie commented, laughing softly as Y/N buried her face in his neck out of embarrassment.

"No, I didn't. I guess you bring that out of me, same with the Daddy thing." Eddie wrapped his arms tighter around Y/N's body as she nuzzled deeper into his skin, willing herself to absorb into him to escape this moment.

"It was hot. Both of it, all of it, sweetheart. Fuck, that was amazing. I'm never gonna stop thinking about you, Y/N." Eddie's admission made her heart skip a beat as she pulled away to look at him, love and adoration present in his lust-blown pupils. His eyes flickered to her lips for a second before he connected them once more, but this kiss was different. This kiss sent fireworks through their bodies, the sparks sizzling under their skin. Eddie poured everything he was feeling into her mouth, his fingers gently wrapping in her hair as he pulled her impossibly closer.

When they separated, breathless and desperate for air, the silence around them was comfortable, but thick.

"I think we have a new tradition, Munson." Y/N spoke first, breaking the silence and playing with the damp curls that had fallen over Eddie's shoulder.

"That we do, Princess. I thought about it; Steve and Robin are never invited to movie night as long as that keeps happening." Y/N giggled, pushing her lips to his again, rolling Eddie onto his back as she straddled his hips once more, continuing to make out with the boy under her.

"Eddie, I think I'm in love with you." Y/N whispered as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Yeah? Well I know I'm in love with you, sweetheart." Eddie's face broke out into a toothy grin, as did Y/N's. Eddie reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, poking her dimple as he pulled Y/N into a hug. They remained tangled in each other's embrace for the rest of the night, their movie night thrown to the wind. As they laid in bed, another blunt being passed between them, they both couldn't wait until next Friday.

[drakoneve]

Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton, p2, is interviewed during the post-sprint press conference, china - april 20, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "Lewis, coming to you now. Very well done to you. How encouraging was this performance, and how sweet was it to be leading, as well?" Lewis: "Yeah, I forgot what it felt like to be up ahead, and it felt good for the short while that I had it, but I was grateful for the moment and… Yeah, really fortunate, obviously, wiht the rain yesterday, to have been able to capitalize on that. I think our out-and-out true pace was not strong enough to qualify up as high as that, but I made the most of it. Great start, and then just managed to hold off Fernando for a while and bridged a bit of a gap, but lots of deg today. But honestly I found out a lot about the car today, so not that it's telling us how to fix it, but at least give us lots of direction and things we need to improve. Fortunately we can make a few changes in the next couple of hours, so I will try and improve the car for qualifying today. But yeah, so happy to be up here, honestly. Just feel really grateful." Interviewer: "If there's one area where you think you /can/ improve the car ahead of qualifying, where is it? Is it low-speed?" Lewis: "Yeah, the low-speed is where we are struggling the most; medium and low. So Fernando was all over me through most of the low-speed corners, and I think I could about hold my own through the high. But yeah, losing a lot in the medium and low, and then obviously these guys are [laughs] in a different league, but he was also killing me in the low speed. So if there's a way to improve it, we'll try to. I think that's probably characteristics of the car that we need to actually work on through the rest of the year." Interviewer: "Lewis, can you just talk us through your battle with Lando Norris at turn one, as well? It looked like you hung him out to dry a little bit?" Lewis: "No. I mean, I obviously got a great start. I was obviously on the inside line. He tried to hold the outside line and we were both just pushing to the maximum to… I used, obviously, everything to try and hold position, and eventually I think he just ended up on the dirty bits on the outside and then lost it. There's a point where you go a bit too far, then there's no grip out there, and I think that's what he eventually found. In that scenario he should've just conceded and just parked up behind me. Probably would have had the pace to overtake me, 'cause the McLaren is very quick, but I know he lost a lot of ground there, but that's racing." Interviewer: "Alright. Very well done to you." [time jump]

Journalist: "Jon Noble, Motorsport.com. To Lewis, how much is this kind of result so far this weekend a sign of the genuine progress you've made since Japan, and how much down a little bit to circumstance that you had grid position that you perhaps wouldn't have in a dry session, and the benefits of clear air as against battling in a pack and looking after tires?" Lewis: "I think it's over ninety percent due to the scenario of the rain yesterday, if I'm really honest. We've not made really a step from the last race. The car is exactly the same, and we're battling the same issues that we had in the last race, and I think position-wise we are probably, pace-wise, in the similar position. I think today is gonna be interesting, to see if we can wing it a little bit and try and get as close to the top five, but we're currently not top five qualifiers, and so just getting into Q3 will be important today. Fortunately I've got extra tires, so if I can utilize that today I'll try and maximize it." [time jump]

Journalist: "Joe Cash from Reuters. Yesterday Pirelli said that when they'd been analyzing the track, the new surface made as though it might be difficult to find other lines. Lewis, in particular, do you feel that that was a factor in your overtake around Lando into turn one, that it's difficult to find grip outside the racing line?" Lewis: "No. This track has always been one of those circuits that's quite wide on a lot of the corners and provides lots of different lines. There are other circuits where you can't do other lines, but I think this is why it's such a great racetrack, and honestly I don't think the track surface has really made much of a difference at all, in that respect. I mean, you could see Fernando behind me on a much different line to me and he was catching in certain places and losing in others, so yeah, that's the bit I love about this track." [time jump]

Journalist: "Question for all three: We've got the sprint part of the weekend out of the way now. Have you been able to enjoy more with the revised format?" Lewis: "I've always generally enjoyed the sprint format. I think there's a lot of time wasted on these weekends and we could either, one, shorten the weekends, or pack the days more so that the fans have more of an xperience. There's at least ten hours wasted during the day where we could be entertaining the fans on track, and of course sustainability has to come into that, but… And otherwise I think also with the ability to be able to make a change right now and potentially try and close the gap to the Red Bulls, or at least to whoever's up ahead of us tomorrow, I think is great for the race weekend, as where before if you were just stuck in it right now, you would already absolutely know the end race result, but today we've got something new and exciting."

Journalist: "Hi. Henry Clark with the Daily Mail. A question for Lewis: Obviously a big smile on your face out there after a strong performance. Even for a driver of your pedigree and experience, how significant was that performance, of the confidence boost for you to help lift your spirits? Obviously it's been a difficult start to the season, and even beyond that, I guess." Lewis: "I mean, any time you have a good result is always a confidence boost. That's the way of life, and you have a good day and it lifts your spirits, for sure. I think, as I said, the circumstances are special with the rain yesterday, but obviously had to do the job yesterday and put that lap in. And then today, to be on the front row, don't remember having that view for a long time, or it feels like a really long time. I don't know if we've had it in the last couple years, but… And to be able to fight into turn one for the lead just reminded me of why I love what I do and what we do, and I know we've got to work incredibly hard to get back to a more consistent placing like this. But you saw Max, I didn't even put up a fight for Max because he was coming at us, serious pace advantage that I knew he would get me and I really wanted to make sure I didn't lose time to tthe guys further behind so I could retain second. So yeah. Grateful for it."

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Fan Fiction: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Not only did Chuck write books about your lives, but a damn musical theater is putting a play on about your goddamn lives. You try to let them handle this one on their own but they're not letting you go, and it's time to bring insurance to make sure you never leave them.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Marie and Maeve are back in the auditorium but Marie is panicking.

"Hey!" Dean exclaims and rushes over to Marie. "Are you okay?"

"Not really," she gasps.

"Why don't you guys calm her down and I'll find wooden stakes in the trunk."

Sam leaves and Dean kneels down to get on Marie's level.

"Is Marie gonna get eaten?" Maeve asks.

"If we're lucky," you glare.

"Nothing is going to happen. Don't listen to her. Marie, look at me." When she does, he continues. "As soon as that curtain rises, we're going to be there to take out Calliope."

"This is all my fault. If I hadn't written this dumb play, none of this would've happened."

"First of all this play isn't dumb." You open your mouth to say something when Dean glares at you. "It's not dumb."

"I thought you didn't believe in this interpretation?"

"I don't. Like, at all, but you do. I need you to believe in it with all you've got so we can kill Calliope and save your friends. Can you do that?"

"Yeah." She takes a deep breath. "If Sam, Dean, and Y/N were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do."

"I'm not touching that subject," Dean shakes his head.

"Okay, let's do this!" She grabs a dark wig that the young woman was using who was playing Sam. "I understudy Sam. I used this for my one-woman Orphan Black show, last year. it's gonna have to work for Sam." She puts the wig on her head. "Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch."

Guess it's time for a fucking show. People pile into the auditorium once the show is about to begin to see this either rock or go up in flames. The curtains are closed so no one sees what's happening backstage. The girl who plays Dean walks past Dean wearing the amulet that Sam gave him all those years ago. You're not sure what happened to that necklace.

"The Samuelt?" Dean asks Marie.

"That amulet is a symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love."

Sam comes back with three wooden stakes he's prepared for the fight that will happen. He hands you yours, and you yank it from his grasp angrily. All the girls line up and Sam scans them with a frown.

"Wait a second, where's Chuck?"

"Oh, I love him, I do, but the whole author introducing himself into the narrative thing is just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta stories," Marie says.

"Alright, listen up, girl," Dean announces. "Now, you're all here because you love Supernatural. I know I have expressed some differences of opinion regarding this particular version of Supernatural. Tonight is all about Marie's vision. This is Marie's Supernatural. So, I want you to get out there, I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today."

"Did he quote Rent?" Maeve whispers to Marie.

"Now, you get out there, and you kick it in the ass!"

The girls cheer from the pep talk and encourage each other. They all separate to either go backstage or on stage as they get ready. You and Dean stand on one side of the stage while Sam stands on the other side, all with stakes in hand. Marie slips through the curtain to address the audience.

"This is stupid," you hiss at Dean.

"Shut up and keep an eye out."

"Good evening, everybody! Welcome to our production of Supernatural. I'm not gonna lie. It might be a full-on Gallagher show opening up this piece. Uh, those of you in the front rows may want to use the ponchos we provided for you under your seats. You may, in fact, get wet on this ride. Um, I would like to thank the cast and crew--"

"She's stalling. Let's do this," Dean says to Maeve.

"Copy that. Curtain, kids. It's showtime."

The music starts playing, making Marie jump in surprise.

"That concludes our introduction for the night. Everybody sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

Marie scurries on stage as the curtains open. The beginning number of singing your life introduction sounds and the girl who plays Dean steps forward. The song you heard when you first arrived starts playing, and she goes through the song about how John and Mary got together, had Sam and Dean, your mother dying, blah, blah, blah.

Dean seems to be enjoying the song while you're absentmindedly playing at the thing on your neck. You can't fucking believe Dean did this. When did he have time to search for something like this? Has he been planning this for a while? Was Sam in on it? You look over at Sam in time to see the big scary scarecrow appear behind him. Apparently, Dean sees it too because he starts warning his brother who is confused.

"Turn around!" Dean yells slightly lower than the music playing. Sam turns to face the scarecrow who grabs him. This is all happening while the girls on stage act and sing. "Come on."

"Do we have to," you complain. Dean drags you along backstage to get to where Sam is, but the younger brother is nowhere to be found once you get to his spot. "Where the hell did he go?"

The first act ends and goes straight into the next one where Fake!Dean and Fake!Cas are having a conversation on fake phones.

"Okay, you can pop in tomorrow morning."

"Yes. I'll just wait here, then," Fake!Cas sighs.

Another song starts playing which is a solo moment for the girl who plays Cas. You and Dean rush over to Marie who is already backstage. Apparently, she saw the moment Sam was taken.

"What do we do now?" she panics.

"Just, stick to the plan, okay? Keep singing until the scarecrow comes for you."

"Don't die, okay?" you grin and pat her back as you walk away from her.

Marie walks on stage as soon as Cas' part is over so she can begin singing her part as Sam. She is nervous about what's about to happen but is acting like a professional. The scarecrow appears behind Marie to consume her, and that's when Dean jumps into action. He jumps onto the scarecrow, forgetting he's on stage in front of a large audience. Both Fake!Sam and Fake!Dean keeps singing as if this isn't happening behind them. You look to the audience to see one of the members in the front row put his poncho on.

The scarecrow and Dean wrestle before the monster throws Dean across the stage over to you. He slides right in front of your feet, and Dean glares up at you.

"Help!"

"Fine," you roll your eyes.

You twirl the stake in your hands as you walk onto the stage. You're not fucking scared of this thing. You'll fucking take it down before it realizes what's going on. The scarecrow runs at you to tackle you but you quickly move out of the way before he can touch you.

"Missed me!" you laugh.

You jump onto the scarecrow's back to strangle him but he grabs both your arms in retaliation. He uses all of his immense strength to flip you over him and to the front of the stage. You quickly get up and ram your stake into his chest. You turn him so his back is facing the audience and yours is facing the backdrop of the set. You step back from the scarecrow when you see it start to tremble.

The scarecrow explodes in a purple goo substance, covering almost everyone in the audience. A bit of goo gets on your jacket to which you huff out in annoyance. You walk toward Dean and shove the stake into his chest.

"You're welcome," you scoff and walk off.

Silence falls on the audience until the guy wearing the poncho stands up and begins clapping. Everyone in the audience follows suit, and Dean steps next to a starstruck Marie.

"Take a bow, Sammy."

Marie, Dean, and Fake!Dean takes a bow for the audience. It's a good time to take an intermission for the rest of the crew to get ready for the final act. Sam suddenly appears with Ms. Chandler and the other young girl who went missing. It's time to finally get out of this shitty town and back to the Bunker, so Sam and Dean are saying their goodbyes.

"You did good out there, kid," Dean says to Marie.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"You know what? This has been educational to see the story from your perspective. Keep writing Shakespeare."

"Even if it doesn't match how you see it?"

"I have my version, and you have yours."

The light starts flickering to signal it's almost time to go on again.

"One minute, folks. One minute," Maeve announces.

You and Dean walk away from Marie, but she stops him from going far.

"Dean?" She must believe you're who you say you are. "You should have never thrown this away."

She gives him the prop Samulet he noticed earlier. Dean chuckles as he takes it, and he admires it.

"It never really worked. I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother."

"Just take it. Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean automatically says.

He quickly realizes it's not Sam he's talking to and blushes in embarrassment. Marie laughs at him before turning to you.

"Y/N, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but the Y/N I read about has a love so strong for Dean that nothing can break it. I just thought you'd want a reminder of it."

You take two steps closer to her before Dean has a chance to do something.

"The last thing I'd want to remember is my lame-ass excuse of a husband."

You turn and walk away, not missing the way Dean's eyes fill with sadness and hurt. What you're saying to him and about him is really hurting him, and that fact brings a smirk to your face. Dean pushes back the tears and walks to Sam.

"You know what, Dean? You were right. Staying cooped up isn't helping us. We need--"

It's as if the universe aligned perfectly because the next scene starts with Fake!Sam and Fake!Dean in the car. They're having a conversation that perfectly fits with what Sam was about to say.

"We need to get back on the road, Dean. Doing what we do best."

"What is that?" Marie asks.

"You're right, Sammy. Out on the road. Just the two of us."

"The two of us against the world," Fake!Sam says.

"What she said," Sam smiles and nudges his brother.

The scene moves onto a different one where all the characters get on stage to sing a cover of Carry On Wayward Son. Characters you know in real life. A girl steps on stage that you're not sure you recognize, but when you do, a smirk grows on your face.

"Who's that?" Sam asks Maeve.

"That's Adam. John Winchester's other kid. He's still trapped in the cage in Hell with Lucifer."

Poor son of a bitch.

"Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more / Once I rose above the noise and confusion / Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion / I was soaring ever higher."

The song continues as Sam and Dean watch with raw emotion in their eyes.

"Masquerading as a man with the reason / My charade is the event of the season / And if I claim to be a wise man / It surely means I don't know / Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more / Carry on."

You grab both of their shoulders and fit your head between theirs so they both can hear you above the singing.

"I am so glad I don't have a soul because that was painful to watch."

When you leave, Dean turns to Sam with tears in his eyes.

"Purifying her soul better work because I need my wife back."

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[marbarmars-arts]

🌻💚Today is a very special day for me in particular...it's officially been 10 years since I first created the very first OC to stick around the longest, Velva! 💚🌻

Of course I can't say she's the first character I've ever made, even if I can't remember the ones before her, I know Velva wasn't my very first creation. But even after all this time, she holds a lot of special meaning to me. It's not just a character birthday, or an anniversary, but this is an achievement. Not only does this achievement that mark a very early point in my art hobby that I still do to this day, but it marks just how far I've come since I was 11 (crazy right?! this makes me feel old). It's when I really started to take art seriously and dedicate big portions of my life to it.

In a way Velva was a character that was meant to be the kinds of friends I didn't have in my life at the time irl, someone goofy, caring, supportive. I got super lonely in middle school until about the 7th-8th grade. When big things happen in my life, I know making characters or a story is gonna cheer me right up. And that really all started with my sona, and Velva. She's always gonna be the BFF to my sona cause in a way Velva has been through so much with me. I never plan on replacing her for the world :3

Her alongside some of my other OCs (like Derpy, Ice, Cellcia, and Sprite) I made all those years ago really sparked those creative juices in me and have most likely led you to see me today, which...hi! I'm glad you're reading this. Some or most of you might not really know my older OCs like Velva. But I appreciate you tuning in and liking my art, despite me getting busier and busier in this sad reality that is being an adult.

I know I'm getting real sappy over a fictional character and my art but it's MY fictional character and art dammit!

Thank you for listening to my ted talk, and for the support. I hope to make many more art pieces forevermore in the future and I'll probably be just as shocked when Velva turns 20, so cheers for her! Happy 10th anniversary/birthday, Velva!

(Gaze upon my lovely old art and have a good night folks <3)

[revelry-in-severity]

My ColorFes AU, because I couldn't wait any longer, and maybe I'll be able to think some other things through. It's a lot of space personification and wish magic

Miku is the big bang/whole universe. (as she rightly deserves) Full on Hatsune creation myth where she's born with sound and that gives birth to everything else. She hasn't been seen in a while though, too busy delivering her songs

Rin, Len, and Tsukasa are 1st generation stars. (Partly thought to be older than some galaxies and lighter than today's stars.) There are not many around anymore and these three like to travel. They're not always together. Tsukasa gets to be the little brother and the twins are very mischievous. They love messing with people

Kaito, Kohane, and Haruka are white nebula, the angel equivalent. Haruka in particular works as a guardian angel to help people

Luka, An, and Airi are dark nebula, the demon equivalent. Luka watches over the dead where she will punish those she deems unworthy. An was part of a summoning to try and bring back Nagi but was adopted instead

Rui is the Milky Way galaxy. Asahi could be his black hole of a heart to explain the closeness. But he's definitely seen some things. Mafuyu, another black hole, accidentally separated from her mother's galaxy when she was passing by. Rui's gravitational pull was too strong and he hasn't quite figured out what to do with someone else's black hole yet

Ichika is a dwarf star, and he likes to visit her sometimes. Saki, human, accidentally confused Tsukasa's star for hers once. Ichika's been wondering when she would be able to feel someone's wish upon her again

Honami is the moon. She acts as a bridge between Earth and the rest of the universe and tries to make sure no one gets into trouble

Kanade is a white hole. No one truly believes one exists, and her tired appearance doesn't help. She often watches over the graveyard where a nice couple is buried. They helped her out and now she uses her powers to keep the graveyard safe and healthy

Shiho, Minori, Shizuku, Akito, Touya, Emu, Nene, Ena, Mizuki, and Meiko are the rest of the humans . Meiko is a really long-lived human though. Not even Miku knows what's going on between her, Luka, and Kaito.

Minori knows she has someone following her, Haruka, but hasn't figured out a way to see them. Her cousin, Nanamin, travels with her to find this mysterious person

Nene was born with extra stardust in her, and now the wind speaks to her. She goes wherever the winds take her and eventually meets Emu. Normal, rich family, Emu is trying to keep some of her grandfather's dreams alive, but no one believes her when she talks about them literally dying.

Not sure about Shiho, Shizuku, and Touya yet. They need work, but Shizuku might be in charge of someplace where humans and personifications can hang out. Saito will be with her. Hmmm, Shiho might be able to hear celestials when they're around. Touya's definitely been locked up somehow

Ena is another one born with extra stardust. She's spent years looking for Akito who went missing. Neither realized he had accidentally been trapped in one of her paintings. Akito didn't have any of his memories as he wandered the waste of her paints. She does end up freeing Mizuki who had trapped themself in a mirror years and years ago

Mizuki is quite surprised to find themself alive again

Saki began wishing upon Tsukasa while she was in the hospital. Of course, he had to visit after he heard so many of her wishes. He's made it his goal to help her complete the wishes she wrote upon her cranes. He's also quite curious as the wall of smaller galaxies he had to cross to get into the Milky Way

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 17: Oliver's Long Shot

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Captivity, crossdressing

There was little to do over the next few days, but they still passed in a blur. Oliver ate well, with ample meat and fresh vegetables at each meal, and slept well, hypnotic mantras drilling into his mind each night. He was allowed to shower each day. 

The biggest highlight of this time was his session with Miss Lily. It was awfully nice that he didn't even have to pretend to resist any more. He relaxed into the leather chair and let Miss Lily's voice sink him down into a euphoric trance, talking to him for what felt like hours but was still over far too soon.

Emily was much calmer, too. They chatted about nothing in particular, largely avoiding the subject of vampires. She no longer brought up escape, which Oliver found to be a relief more than anything. He hated the feeling that he should be coming up with plans, struggling against a clearly inevitable fate.

Despite his overall level of contentment, he still couldn't help but be nervous about what kind of vampire might buy him, the one thing Miss Lily couldn't guarantee. Her spell would cause him to submit in the face of any vampire master, but he still privately longed for a decent one. Someone gentle who would treat him well and appreciate him. Someone that would allow him to read. The idea of being chained in a basement to serve only as a meal still frightened him, no matter how effective Miss Lily's sessions were.

And then, the anticipated night arrived.

The lights snapped on, and Oliver watched as all of the captives who had had their minds erased were gathered into a small crowd and led away. He gleaned from bits of conversation among the vampires that they were to be prepared for the auction in a group, and there was general chatter of wash up this one and get the first five upstairs and did someone polish the handcuffs. 

After that, it wasn't long before Emily was fetched from her cell, head bowed low, and the hallway grew more and more quiet, leaving Oliver alone with his increasingly anxious thoughts. Today would decide his fate, possibly forever, and he had so little control over it.

"Oliver," said a familiar voice, and he breathed a sigh of relief to see Miss Lily standing by his cell. She was holding a clipboard and looked harried. "I'm here to bring you up to the prep room and make sure you're ready. I'm your handler for the auction, by the way. Don't want to trust the prize merchandise with anyone else."

"Yes, sir," he said, grateful that it was Miss Lily and not a complete stranger. She unlocked his cell and the two left the prison area -- Oliver realizing it might be the last time he'd see those cells -- and walked down the hall and up a flight of stairs. "May I ask you a question, sir?"

Miss Lily was yawning hugely in an undignified manner. "They have us up so early for this auction. The sun's still up, you know. It's torture to try to get anything done before sunset." She turned to him. "But sure, ask your question."

"What is it going to be like, sir? The auction."

"We're going to get you prepared -- clean you up and dress you in something fetching. Then, there's going to be a show floor where all of the merchandise is available for our patrons to peruse. Vampires will want to get a look at you -- but don't worry, I'll be supervising. Then the auction proper starts, and the merchandise will be put up on the block one by one," she said. "Sorry, but you're going to be last. You're the star attraction after all."

Oliver swallowed down his faint nausea at the thought of being put on display for strange vampires. As much as he'd been coerced to be ready to serve, he still retained the bulk of his mind, including his fear of being the center of attention. And he didn't like the notion of being sold last and having to wait who knows how long to learn who his new master would be.

"What sort of things can I do to improve my odds, sir?" he asked, latching onto the one thing he might have control over.

"An excellent question. I've trained you well," said Miss Lily. "This may seem like strange advice, given the circumstances, but you should be confident in your value."

"Confident, sir?"

"Yes. The vampires who wish for a mindless meal have plenty of erased humans to choose from. You'll fetch both a higher price and live a better life if you can attract a vampire who desires a servant or companion. Show off your subservience, especially if there's a vampire master you'd particularly like to buy you, and displaying a bit of your natural personality and intelligence will make you more memorable," she said. "And flaunting your neck a bit wouldn't hurt."

"...Thank you for the advice, sir," he said, although he still wasn't feeling confident. What if he couldn't do it? What if he got overwhelmed by attention and curled up into a miserable little puddle of nerves and the only vampires who wanted to buy him were ones who wanted to treat him like cattle and --

They stepped into a richly appointed dressing room, Oliver's stockinged feet sinking into the plush carpet. Lining one wall were a few racks of elaborate, sumptuous ball gowns. There was a triple mirror in one corner with a small podium, and a few chests of drawers overflowing with accessories and jewelry. One wall was dominated by a vanity with an enormous, lit mirror, the table in front a vast clutter of cosmetics.

"Florence, we're here."

An older woman wearing a smart brown suit stood up to greet them. "Ah, this must be the Lot 7 I've heard so much about," she said, looking over Oliver as though he were candy in a shop window.

"His name is Oliver," said Miss Lily, patting him on the arm. "And you'll be giving him the works."

"Of course! It's my pleasure!" she said, her grin baring her fangs. "Oh, I always love this time, the excitement before a big auction."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, because I feel sick," said Miss Lily.

"Oh, hush now, you always do an excellent job conditioning the merchandise. I'm sure it'll be fine." She took Oliver by the arms, examining him more closely, and her touch was feather light. Something about her demeanor and careful touch made him feel captivated, like he wanted to stand stock still, like his mind was zoning out. "Did you have anything particular in mind for him?"

"If all goes right, I'm going to be selling him to Lord Alexander," said Miss Lily, and both Miss Florence and Oliver were startled.

"Oh, my, you're aiming high," she said.

"Lord Alexander?" Oliver asked. "Uh, sir? I - I knew an Alexander - who was a vampire -"

"You know Alexander?" said Lily skeptically. "Oh, of course you would. He collects rare books. I'm sure he knows all of the booksellers in the city. Oh geez, I wonder what he's going to think about this if he already knows you..."

Oliver knew in his gut that it must be the same one. How many Alexanders who collected rare books and were filthy rich and were vampires could there be in one city? One of his favorite patrons, a man with an excellent eye for valuable tomes, a pleasant and sharp-witted conversationalist...

And he could be Oliver's new master.

Some buried part of him felt shame at the idea that one of his former patrons would see him this way, turned into a thrall and sold at auction, but another, stronger part of him was relieved. He knew Alexander. Vampire or no, he wasn't the sort of person that Oliver could imagine beating him or chaining him up. He might be reasonable, he might treat him well, he might value his expertise when it came to books. 

And he'd warned Oliver.

Maybe...

Maybe he would let Oliver go.

It wasn't resisting, was it, if he were simply wishing for a master that would set him free?

It was probably a long shot. After all, he was a vampire, so Oliver knew far less about him than he assumed. But taking a chance on a stranger surely wouldn't be any better.

Miss Lily gently ruffled his hair. "Would you like for Lord Alexander to buy you, Oliver?"

"Yes, sir, very much so," he said, eagerly to trade the terror of uncertainty for a slim hope. "Excuse me if it is impertinent, but I believe I would be ideally suited for serving him, sir."

"Keep that up and you just might convince him," said Miss Lily, clearly pleased.

"You've trained this one especially well," said Miss Florence. "Just look at how soft and obedient he is, while still able to hold a coherent conversation. Yes, I think I can turn this raw material into a polished jewel."

Miss Florence walked around him and set her delicate hands on his shoulders, guiding him to an upholstered stool in the center of the room. Oliver once more felt the tug of Miss Florence's particular aura, lulling him into docility, as he sat down.

"Now I'm going to leave you with Florence, but I'll be back to pick you up for the show floor," said Miss Lily. "Remember, obedience is pleasure -- you'll be very obedient for Miss Florence, won't you?"

"Yes, sir," he said, feeling that now familiar rush.

She turned to Miss Florence. "His word is 'quiet', but you might not even need it with him. Look how he's already caught in your web," she said. 

Miss Florence's hand brushed the bare skin of his shoulder, exposed by the wide neck of his frock, and he shuddered with intense feeling. "I'll do him up with something classic, something that will appeal to Lord Alexander."

"Yes, please," he said under his breath. "I would like to be appealing to Lord Alexander, sir."

Miss Florence grinned. "I don't doubt you shall be, child."

Part 16 >> Masterlist >> Part 18

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[munsonsduchess]

Three Men and a Baby

summary: when you leave for the day and it's up to eddie, gareth and jeff to look after rose sometimes there's just no telling what kids will get up to w/c: 2,773 warnings: eddie has a mini freak out, there's mentions of a bad childhood, eddie talks about being murdered, eddie feels like a bad dad a/n: so this is a day late because i had a lot of emotions yesterday but then i saw the sun today and things weren't so bad, this is another instalment of the God and Goddess of Hellfire and you can find all the other parts on my masterlist

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It was inventory day in the record store, why the owner felt the need for an inventory day in what was all but a failing business in what was all but a ghost town you had no idea. Sales had dwindled as people had left Hawkins en masse and those that remained all seemed to want to shop in the Tower Records in the Mall instead of the small independent one downtown. 

You understood more and more Joyce's initial outrage about the mall in the summer of 85, before everything happened. Truth be told you were closer and closer every day to putting your own resume in, at least then you'd be guaranteed hours and a steady paycheck.

As it stood you were still employed in Kenny's downtown and you would do your job until you couldn't anymore. Which meant Eddie being alone with Rose all day,

"You should call the guys cover, hang out, get some human interaction"  you'd told Eddie, "Miss Rosie isn't exactly up on her Ozzy vs Dio debate topics" 

Your daughter giggled in her father's arms as you tickled her little sides, her chubby little fingers reaching out for you,

"Gasp Rosie did you hear what Mommy said?" Eddie smiles broadly at his daughter, "you are the most proficient at debates!" 

Rose gurgled happily at the attention. She was definitely Eddie's daughter, and loved being the centre of attention,

"I'll take your word for that. Seriously, call the guys over. I'm sure they'd be happy to hang out. I'll see you both later. Bye bye baby girl" 

"Bye bye Mommy!" Eddie held Rose's little hand up to wave, "say bye bye" 

Rose babbled something that you were sure meant goodbye, she and Eddie stood in the doorway and watched until you'd driven out of sight,

"Well Rosie Posie I guess it's just you and me. Why don't we call uncle Gareth and Uncle Jeff huh? Does that sound good?" 

Rose exclaimed happily and Eddie just laughed. He would take that as a yes. 

-

The doorbell rang, sounding throughout the house. Eddie looked up from where he was currently changing his daughter and yelled through an open window,

"It's open! Come on in!" Eddie went back to the task at hand, hearing the door open and Gareth's voice call out for him with Jeff following behind, "I'm upstairs, Rose needed changed"

If you'd asked Eddie's bandmates and lifelong friends about his capabilities as a father they'd have laughed at you.  It wasn't that they didn't think he would be capable but given his less than stellar childhood, pre Wayne of  course, there was no way Eddie would even want kids.

Then you'd broken the news, Eddie did in fact want kids, this kid in particular. The kid who was currently laughing and wrapping strands of her father's hair around her fingers while he buttoned up her little black onesie,

"Ta da!"Eddie presented his daughter to the other two men and Jeff couldn't hold back a sigh when he saw the little bat wings on the back of the onesie, "Miss Rose just needed a little costume change, much more metal" 

"Dude she's a baby, she doesn't have to be metal" Gareth laughed, it was all for show of course. Eddie was just as guilty of buying those cute little floral dresses for Rose as you were,

"Nah man she's Corroded Coffin's number one fan. Most Metal Baby Ever" Jeff said easily, "just don't tell your mom I said that ok baby girl?" 

"Mama!" Rose giggled happily, she might not exactly comprehend what's going on, she's just happy to be included. 

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The plan for the day was just to jam a little and see what inspiration hit, the band now had a standing gig in a bar in Salem that Eddie heard about through work. The Hideout ended up getting trashed when all the gates opened in 86 and they never really bothered rebuilding since it had been a dive beforehand and there was no way they were spending money bringing everything up to code after the 'earthquakes' so they just demolished the building. 

According to local town gossip they were going to build either a McDonalds, a new bowling alley, or any number of things that had long since been promised by the Mayor and had never come to fruition. Eddie had heard from Hopper that they were probably just gonna leave it as an abandoned lot, the police apparently had orders to just keep people out and make sure kids weren't running around in the rubble that was still left. 

Eddie didn't want Rose to feel left out while he and the guys were working so he sat her down at her own little table with some crayons and pages, 

"Here honey why don't you draw a picture for Mommy and we'll put it on the fridge so she can see it when she comes home" 

"What's the deal anyway? How come inventory takes a whole day?" Gareth asked, he had brought a pair of drumsticks with him and was currently tapping out a rhythm on an upturned piece of tupperware, "it's not like the store's that busy" 

"I dunno man, apparently the old man's always done it like this and he aint changing anytime soon" Eddie replied, strumming out a few notes on his acoustic,

"I'm kinda surprised the place is still open" Jeff said, "I mean the place in the mall is never not busy" 

Eddie sighed, it was something you'd both spoken about. You'd agreed on putting your government hush money away for Rose for whatever she wanted to do with her life, if she wanted to go to college, or travel. 

"Let's just focus on the music, I'd love to demo something new on saturday!" Gareth said changing the subject, 

"An amazing idea Sir Gareth!" Eddie's usual exuberant personality came back as he shook his head and put pen to paper, "let's write something that's gonna blow everyone away" 

-

The three men spent the better part of an hour writing and playing, throwing ideas back and forth, laughing, chatting, throwing wadded up balls of paper at one and other when something didn't work out. 

It was around lunch time when the group decided to take a break, stretch their legs, Gareth and Jeff were going to have a smoke while Eddie rummaged around in the kitchen to see what they could scrounge up for lunch,

"Alright Miss Rose, lets see what you've been working on" Eddie knelt down to look at Rose's table and the little scribblings she'd been working on. Nothing coherent really but Eddie figured he'd pick the most colourful one to put on the fridge and then pick one for Wayne and another for Joyce and Hop.

As he looked through the scribblings and started putting the crayons away so Rose could go down for her afternoon nap Eddie couldn't help but notice the black crayon was missing. It wasn't on the table, it wasn't on the floor or in the carton. As Eddie looked around he couldn't help but notice Rose was sniffling and her little nose looked very red on one side,

"Oh no, Rose, baby, tell me you didn't" Eddie scooped up his daughter and tilted her head back a little, sure enough there was the black crayon wedged up her nose. He could only see the bottom but that was enough, "oh this is bad, your mom is going to kill me" 

"What's up Ed?" Jeff asked coming back into the room, "who's gonna kill you?"

"Rose has a crayon up her nose. I can't see the whole thing and I have no idea how i'm gonna get it out. I'm so dead" 

Eddie could feel the panic creeping up his spine. How was he going to get this out? Did he try tweezers? If he couldn't see the whole crayon then how was he supposed to get it out? It was pretty far up there too, if he used tweezers would it hurt Rose? 

Rose, apparently sensing her father's distress, began crying in sympathy. Which was the last thing Eddie wanted right now. He needed to do something.

-

The first thing Eddie thought to do was to try tweezers, he knew you kept a pair in your makeup bag and while they might not be the exact thing they would use in a hospital he had to try. Asking Gareth to hold Rose's head and Jeff to hold her hand Eddie tried to get a grip on the crayon with your tweezers but Rose just cried harder and Eddie couldn't continue, thinking he was hurting her. 

The next thing Eddie thought about was calling Steve, he worked with kids so maybe he knew what to do. Steve however wasn't home so that was a bust,

"Dude we should go to the ER" Jeff said, "get a doctor to pull it out" 

"If we go to the ER then it's on her permanent medical record. I'm trying to stop anyone from having to plan my funeral" 

"Dude I don't think you'll get murdered for this, I think you're worried about nothing" Gareth added, "shit like this happens to kids all the time!" 

"Yeah but it happened on my watch! Alone! I had one job and that was to look after Rose!" Eddie thread his fingers through his hair and pulled at his scalp.

Gareth and Jeff looked at one and other before nodding. Jeff going to untangle Edde's fingers from his hair and Gareth to the phone book in the drawer in the kitchen,

"You know the chief and Byer's mom don't you?" Gareth said, "why don't you ask her for help?" 

"Yeah man that's a great idea, I'm sure both Byers got weird shit stuck in their nose or whatever when they were kids" Jeff agreed, "i'm sure she can help" 

"Yeah, yeah Joyce is always around to help" Eddie agreed, he moved into the kitchen and grabbed the phone from the wall and dialled Joyce's number. 

"Byers" the sound of Hopper's voice came through the line, that wasn't who Eddie was expecting but the Chief had a kid before Supergirl so maybe he could help too,

"Hey Hop it's Eddie" 

"What's up kid? You need Will? I think he's at Lucas' place" 

"Uh no, I was gonna ask if you could help? Rose has, uh, gotten into some trouble" 

"What kind of trouble?" 

"Um, she has a crayon stuck up her nose?" 

There was silence on the other end of the line and Eddie's panic rose again. Was the chief judging him? Did he think Eddie was a terrible father? That's when the laughter started,  which wasn't what Eddie had expected,

"Oh boy, that takes me back"  Hop laughed, "be thankful it's a crayon, you could probably get a decent grip on it" 

"Um we tried that already, I think it was hurting Rose cause it's pretty far up there" 

"Hm, you got any pepper in the place?" Hop asked, "sometimes you can make em sneeze it out" 

"Pepper? Do we have any pepper?" Eddie asked frantically, "we need to make her sneeze it out" 

"I said sometimes, it isn't a guarantee kid" 

"Is there anything guaranteed to get the crayon out?" 

"Sure take the kid to Hawkin's General and have a doc pull it out for her" 

"That isn't going to make me look like the world's worst dad" 

"You're not a bad father Eddie, kids do this, i mean if you're really stuck you could try Karen"

"Wheeler?" 

"Sure, she's got Holly and I'm sure Mike got stuff stuck everywhere when he was a kid" 

"I thought Joyce said you had to be nicer to Mike now he and Will are dating?" 

"I'm … nice" 

Gareth was the one who found the pepper and put a little on his hand while Jeff held Rose so Gareth could lift his hand up and try to make Rose at least smell the pepper. She only cried louder. So that was a bust as well,

"So do you have the Wheeler's number?" 

-

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff pulled up outside the Wheeler home around half an hour later, after a phone call with Karen who was more than happy to help out,

"Didn't Nancy say her Dad voted for Regan?" Jeff asked, "like on purpose?" 

"Yeah, Bush too" Gareth said, "both times" 

"If you guys wanna wait out here I totally get it" Eddie said, "Ted isn't anyone's favourite person" 

Gareth and Jeff had another silent conversation and sighed. They were there to support Eddie and if that meant walking into Conservative Right Wing Suburban Hell then that's what they'd do. 

Karen Wheeler however was nothing like anyone had expected. Sure Eddie had met her briefly a few times when he'd picked the kids up or dropped them off but being in her home and drinking her homemade lemonade while she fussed over Rose and bounced the little girl on her hip,

"Now honey bunny, what's this I hear about you having a little accident?" Karen asked, Rose babbled an answer and Karen nodded her head as though Rose had actually spoken, "I know sweetie but you can't scare your Daddy like that!" 

"I didn't even see her do it! I took my eyes off her for two seconds" Eddie lamented, 

"You can't beat yourself up about it. The amount of things Nancy stuck up her nose or Mike got stuck in his ears when they were little, we used to be in the ER every other week!" 

"Nancy stuck stuff up her nose?" Eddie laughed, "no way" 

"All the time! She was the worst!" Karen put aa free hand to her chest and shook her head, "but i've seen all the tricks so I think I know just what to do" 

"You do?" Eddie all but shot up out of his seat,

"Here honey, back to Daddy" Karen handed Rose back over to Eddie with a smile, "Now Eddie you're gonna want to put your mouth Rose's mouth and nose like you were giving her CPR. Put your finger on the nostril without the crayon and then blow real hard" 

Far be it from Eddie to question such strange instructions if it was going to help Rose. So he did as Karen said and blew as hard as he could and sure enough the crayon popped right out to the point where Eddie almost swallowed it and all the snot that came with it. 

"Well that was gross" he said wiping his mouth, "but it worked and I can't thank you enough" 

Jeff and Gareth put their heads down and tried their hardest to control the laughter shaking their shoulders. Eddie had done a lot of gross stuff in his time but this might take the cake, 

"I'm glad! It's always scary the first time, but now you'll know what to do next time!" Karen said with a smile, 

"Oh no, there will be no next time. I'm never taking my eyes off her again when she's got something in her hands" Eddie said. Rose seemed however to now be in the best of spirits as if scaring her father almost grey was the funniest thing in the world. 

Headed back to the house with tupperware full of homemade baked goods and a crayon free baby Eddie was exhausted. What was supposed to be a quiet chill day had turned into something else entirely, no sooner had the three men made it back into the house and put Rose down for a nap did you come through the door yourself,

"You're home early!" Eddie bounced up out of his seat to greet you, "I thought you wouldn't be back till late?" 

"Yeah well we got finished super early, cause you know. Nothing has really left the store in months" you shrugged, "honestly Kenny is just hanging on but I have no idea for what" 

"Maybe he thinks he'll get a big buyout" Gareth laughed, "since y'know downtown is so desired" 

"Yeah that's bound to be it" you agreed, "we all know how valuable property in Hawkins is these days" 

Eddie was so incredibly grateful for his friends at that moment. He had no idea how he was supposed to tell you about what had happened and to have that little buffer, especially when you spoke again

“So did anything fun happen today?”

The three  men looked at each other and considered their options and what your reaction might actually be to the truth before Jeff spoke, 

"No, not really. Just a totally normal, quiet day"

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[stayteezdreams]

Lost and Found: Part Two

Plot: Your coffee "dates" with Seungmin have become a regular thing since your first meeting. This time, Seungmin hopes to initiate more, but things don't go quite as planned.

-Part One-

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

A/n: I hope you guys like this more than I do lol the creativity was not flowing as well as I had hoped 😣

Words: 1.5k

Your eyes were cast upwards as you gazed at the white clouds floating past, as a light breeze blew through the trees. The leaves were beginning to change color as Autumn crept closer. You shook your leg lightly as a pleasant, yet nervous tightness sat in your chest.

Over the past two weeks, since you had met Seungmin, you had met up for coffee several times. Each time you learned more about each other, and became closer, now referring to each other as friends to other's you knew.

It didn't feel as though your friendship with Seungmin was a new one, instead it felt like you had known him for a lifetime. Though, you couldn't ignore the lingering hope that your friendship might become more.

There was an attraction to Seungmin you couldn't deny, and every time you saw him, the butterflies that rampaged in your stomach refused to dissipate. You weren't sure if Seungmin felt the same, and you hated not knowing. He was much better at hiding his feelings than you were.

You had accepted that being friends with Seungmin was better than not knowing him at all. So you decided to never let him know your feelings, until you were sure of his.

Seungmin's thoughts were very similar to yours, as he made his way towards the park where the two of you had been meeting. When he spotted you his steps slowed as his chest tightened.

You looked nice today, well, you looked nice every day, but something about today in particular made his heart beat a bit faster. Maybe it was because he had decided to finally ask you on a real date. Not just out to coffee or a walk around the park. Which granted, is what he was about to do with you, but, he wanted to ask you out on a proper date as well.

As you began to look around, your eyes caught on Seungmin and he realized that he had been standing still staring at you for who knows how long. When your bright smile appeared as your eyes lit up, he felt his heart skip a beat. He was really getting used to seeing the sight. The idea of not seeing it made his heart ache.

Making his way over to you, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his own face. You stood up to greet him and he almost ran over to you, but decided on a quickened pace instead.

"Am I late?" He asked as he stopped in front of you.

You shook your head, "No, don't worry."

"Good." He hummed as you both turned and made your way towards the coffee shop, both of you accustomed to your new routine coffee dates.

Though, neither of you called them dates out loud, you both silently enjoyed thinking of them as dates.

Drinks since finished, you and Seungmin continued to make your way through the park, talking about the last few days you hadn't seen each other, and telling each other about plans for the rest of the week.

As you mentioned your weekend was free, Seungmin repressed a smile. The weekend would be the perfect time for a date.

"About this weekend." Seungmin started, trying to keep his voice casual.

You looked over at him, and the soft gaze on your face calmed his heavy beating heart. "I was wond-" Slipping his hand into his pocket, he froze as he realized it was empty.

You stopped and gave him a worried look before he let out an awkward chuckle. Checking his other pockets, you noticed his nervousness was only growing.

"What is it?"

"My wallet." He muttered, realization hitting him as his chest tightened.

Your eyes widened, "Oh no."

Looking back at the path you had been walking down, you quickly started heading back, "I'll help you look!"

Seungmin began following you, his eyes scanning the path before you looked back a him, "Go check the coffee shop, I'll check the paths we took before."

"Are you sure?" He asked, guilt washing over him.

You just nodded, determination on your face, "Go!"

He nodded before running off towards the cafe, his eyes looking at the ground as he went, checking the current path he was on. The two of you had been wandering the park for about twenty fifteen minutes, going down various paths as you often did when the two of you were delaying parting from each other.

You hurried own the paths you recalled taking as worry filled your gut. You'd hate for Seungmin to have to go through the hassle of cancelling all of his cards.

As you eyed the area, you felt a sense of déjà vu as you thought back to two weeks prior when you had lost your journal and important paperwork. Seungmin had helped you find them then, the least you could do was help him find his wallet. Though, you prayed he had left it in the cafe, and and they would be waiting to give it back.

This hope was deflated however, when about five minutes later you caught sight of Seungmin making his way towards you, his eyes scanning the ground, telling you his wallet had not been there.

When he reached you, he just shook his head, a defeated look on his face.

"It's okay, we'll find it!" You said with a hopeful voice "We went down a few more paths, it should be on one of them."

Seungmin, though distressed, couldn't help but smile as you quickly began searching again. You were sweet, and caring, and he hated that what should have been him asking you on a date, turned into a treasure hunt.

"Thank you." He said after a few minutes.

You looked back at him with a smile "Of course. You helped me find my journal and paperwork, hopefully I can return the favor."

He let out a soft laugh, "That's right. I had almost forgotten that was how we met."

You giggled softly and Seungmin watched you for a moment, fondness washing over him as he suddenly forgot the stress of the present.

Seungmin began to dread the rest of the day, as he head accepted that he would be spending the rest of it cancelling his cards and ordering new ones. Then there was the hassle of getting new ID's, buss passes, etc.

Seungmin's spiral into dejection was suddenly sidelined as he heard you gasp. Looking at you, he watched a you ran up the path before swooping down to pick something up.

As you spun around, wallet in hand, you grinned and yelled out "I found it!"

Relief washed over him as he watched you practically prance back towards him. As a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders, he admired your giddy face, and resisted the urge to scoop you into a hug.

Taking the wallet from you when you reached him he smile and let out a relief laugh. "Thank God!" You giggled softly and he met your eyes, "Thank you."

You nodded your head, "I'm just glad we found it."

"You found it."

"Guess that means I really did return the favor." You chucked softly.

Seungmin shook his head with a soft laugh as he checked to make sure everything was still inside. "What goes around comes around." He muttered as he put his wallet safely into his jacket pocket, before patting it a few times.

"I think that was enough stress for one day." You said teasingly and he chuckled.

Now came, what you assumed was the tense silence before you parted ways, both of you two afraid to suggest staying together. Seungmin would say he'd text you later, and you'd part ways. Later making plans for another coffee "date".

Instead, however, Seungmin cleared his throat. "You know, I was going to ask you something before, but then I got distracted when I realized my wallet was gone."

You tilted your head in confusion for a moment before you remember. "Oh yeah! You were saying something about this weekend."

He nodded "Yeah, uhm. I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out again. But not like this! I mean, I've been enjoying our coffee d- hangouts, but maybe we could do something else? And for longer, maybe."

You noted the stumble in his words when he almost called your meet ups coffee dates. You resisted the urge to smile.

"You mean, like a...date?" You hesitate to suggest it, afraid he might reject the idea, but instead a shy smile crossed his face as he looked around shyly.

He nodded his head, "Yeah, I want it to be a date. If you do, I mean."

You nodded, trying not to break into an eager grin. "A date sounds great."

His smile widened as he nodded, "Great."

After a few exchanges of shy and giddy smiles and giggles, Seungmin began walking you out of the park, both of you late to start your days after he lost his wallet.

Your coffee dates, and that is what they are, would continue, usually becoming more frequent and including more than just a walk in the park. But you also went on many more "real" dates in between.

xx End xx

A/n: Sorry for the suddenly narrated and blunt ending, but I wasn't sure how or where to go with it lol

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[unorcadox]

UNORCADOX

howdy, i'm mabel! it's the 3 year anniversary of unorcadox today, so i've prepared a decent bit of surprises. (and yes that means i started this blog in 2020, which is terrifying to think about.) i'll go into those new things under the cut, but first... check out the carrd linked in the header text of this post :3c

sooo soo so so so where on earth do i begin. uhh honestly let me just break down the new stuff first since i can talk about that more easily.

THE NEW LOOK! ok so like truth be told, i've been a faceless blog on purpose up until now. it wasn't until this summer where i actually liked how i looked or had any solid sense of my own aesthetic or what i wanted to look like. it also made it easier to protect against dysphoria and transphobes in the same breath, as no one could ever comment on any aspect of my appearance, or even the mere suggestion i even had one to begin with! but that all changes now, i'm going to actually have a presence on this blog, as it is MY blog and tbh i'm tired of being so faceless on here. that's why i've been doing more asks and non-edit posts recently, and those will increase in frequency. check out the carrd for more info, my sona's ref, and art credits for assets on here <3

mondays -> MUSIC MONDAYS! so it might come as a shock i'm actually a musician in addition to making stuff on here! i've promoted my music a couple of times by now, but nothing all that substantial. sooo, considering that, i'm going to be replacing monday oc posts with a music post! just a link to a song on my bandcamp and a little description about it. i don't really care if these perform particularly well, but i want to give people a chance to actually hear it without having to deep dive through my entire internet history to get it. i also will be releasing more soon-- whether via compilations of older work or new stuff altogether :3

MORE IN THE FUTURE! i have a couple other ideas up my sleeve, we'll see how they pan out but i wanna keep trying new possibilities on here. i think at this point i've proven my consistency, and it's about time i let myself have a little fun and explore my options. these will be announced individually but probably added here over time as this is the new pinned post lol.

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ok so anyways, i do wanna have the mandatory sappy segment because of course i do. i want to say a couple of things but i'll split them into bullet points again bc yeah i do that.

this year has been really good for me and the blog, in most ways it's been the straight up best year of my life uncontested. not everything has gone perfectly, i had other plans that fell through, but hey that's just how life goes huh. at one point, i was easily projected to hit 20k by the end of the year, and now i'll be happy if i hit 17k lol. tumblr has not been that kind to my blog's growth this year and it's making me consider other options in the future, but everything's so scary rn i don't wanna commit to anything.

as for the blog itself, i've kinda been in a weird spot with it for a while. i've been scraping by on here intermittently for the entire year on and off, and i might have some ways to help keep me on top of the ball during the next year, but i also do wonder how long i can really keep doing this, and how long people will still like weirdcore and my work in particular. i've been considering branching out in terms of my presentation, or format, or style, but i feel incredibly weird about doing so.

in my personal life, this is the year i finally started transitioning and seeking treatment for my most pressing issues. i've finally started dating the love of my life, my best friend of 10 years, and despite some interpersonal turmoil all around me, i think i'm finally finding safe ground and knowing what i wanna do next. i don't really talk about it on here because i'm very private about it, but i've been kinda slowly becoming like a Real Adult Person this year. i didn't really have much of a chance to prior and i still am struggling a lot, but hey i know what i want now!

it's really silly to say but this blog still means a lot to me! it's seen me through the craziest times in my entire life, it's brought me so much perspective and knowledge and opportunities i wouldn't've had otherwise. i wake up every day and go on here and never stop feeling starstruck that people chose to follow me. i know tumblr success means nothing but to me it's the only community i've ever actually belonged to, so thank you all.

ok so like i really just don't have much else to say anymore, so i think i'll end it there! thank you all again, i can't wait for year 4 as it's going to definitely be a crazy one lol. let's hope it's a good one too!