#anyway I thought this would be a funny 'point and laugh at silly' considering my stance on these things

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Me: I don't like Sci-fi, space operas, or fantasy. Me: *sees fanart of some characters* Oh these look cool. I wonder why their arm looks like that. Why is that one person dressed in skull attire? I keep seeing these guys everywhere, let's get the book on Audible what could possibly go wrong? Book: *Sci-fi fantasy novel in space* Me:

[prismuffin]

so for my bday ficcc i have two ideas

idea number one: male reader is based on my demon oc. basically personality wise they very sassy and flirty. kinda a bitch ass ho. idc who u pair it with imma be real. it could be ghost, soap or or price. or like batman. he summons them n junk

idea number 2:

polycule ghost, soap x male reader. male reader is a smart dumbass. like they’re an airhead all of the time minus work. they’re a colonel but honestly dumb as shit outside of work. obvious as hell.

if u want more ideas i can tell u love u mwahhhhh

A/n: Hey Webbie!! Happy birthday!! (Or late birthday depending on when I get this out) decided to go with option 2 kay? also i didnt know how to end this- fight me-

Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader

( summary: Ghost reflects on how he fell in love with two dumbasses )

Warnings?: swearing, mentions of alcohol, talks of guns and violence, reader being a dumbass

!-!more under the cut!-!

Ghost sighed as he watched you chase Gaz around base. He'd apparently tickled you which you saw as a threat, immediately taking off to get your revenge. Hearing a laugh beside him Ghost turned, seeing an amused Soap who was also watching your silly antics. "Go get 'em sweetheart!" He cheered you on and Ghost groaned. "Don't encourage 'em Johnny," "Why not? This is a funny sight," He smirked, sitting next to Ghost, his head instinctually falling onto the taller mans shoulder. Ghost rolled his eyes as he watched you trip, Gaz stopping to laugh at you. "Oh damn, think he's alright Lt?" Soap asked only to get silence as a response. "Lt?" Ghost had heard him, though he was too busy wondering why he was even with such an airhead anyway. He'd already been dating one headache why did he feel the need to worsen his pain with another.

When he'd first met you he was already with Soap, their relationship being monogamous at the time. Though that was more of a suggestion than set in stone. Maybe it was the fact that the first time he'd met you- you were choking some guy out with the power of your thighs alone that'd intrigued him. Either way you'd easily clicked with Soap after meeting him, and after exchanging war stories and silly jokes with the two men all day they both knew at the end of it that they liked you. Initially, it wasn't going to go anywhere but Soap was the one who suggested adding you to their little relationship. Ghost was hesitant at first, not because he didn't like you but because he wasn't sure if you liked him. You'd obviously liked Soap, romantically or not you both clicked immediately, but for some reason for Ghost it was so hard to read you on your feelings for him. Sure you were polite out of respect but could it ever go deeper than that? He knows sometimes his dark humor can fall flat and his stoic tone doesn't help either. Soap had reassured him that he had a charm that couldn't be beat, but of course he'd say that. You and him clicked so easily, you both told terrible jokes and fucked around when you shouldn't. You both had a mutual love for explosives and beer and karaoke and had this natural bond he could only wish for with you. After talking about it they sort of dropped it for a few weeks but it was clear that Soap had liked you and he could understand why. Especially after what he considers the true turning point for him. It was a pretty normal night on base, everyone asleep in their barracks, everyone except Ghost. He often had nights like these where sleep was the last thing on his mind, memories plaguing his brain as he fought desperately to think of anything else. He would wake up Johnny, tell him about the bad thoughts, but he really needed the sleep after the last mission they'd been on. So he thought to deal with it alone, going into the kitchen to hopefully find a stashed bottle whisky to drown his sorrows for the night. Only upon entering he found you, leaning against the counter, pouring yourself a freshly brewed pot of coffee. You both locked eyes, a mutual understanding flooding you both as you held out the warm pot, asking silently if he'd join you. He, of course, was hesitant but had nothing better to do. So he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and watched as you poured his coffee, black.

You'd both sat in silence for some time before you asked quietly why he was up. He told the truth, nightmares, but didn't go into much detail understandably. You hummed, replying with the same answer when he'd asked you a similar question. Your jokey manner was all but lost in this moment, at least for a second. You'd asked him to talk about his nightmares with you, saying that it'd be better than him just holding everything in all the time. He didn't expect it, but you were so easy to talk to. Just the smallest amount of convincing and he did what you asked. That night you both shared the stories of your nightmares with each other. You comforted him, gave him advice and told him things he definitely needed to hear. Him ranting only got the ball rolling as he found himself sitting on the common room couch with you simply talking about anything and everything, your company in the now silent base was warming. You'd even laughed at his horrid jokes, throwing back a few that he's now added to his growing roster of dark humor. He hadn't felt like this since...well...Johnny. As the sun rose and light cracked through the curtains he couldn't help but feel a little glad that he'd gotten to spend time with you. That night alone showed him he did have a natural connection with you. You understood him in ways he didn't even think you could. He found you also shared his insomnia episodes, his love for dogs and specific guns, his respect of stealth and going at it alone on missions. When he saw Soap later that day he nonchalantly added that he's now considering asking you to join their relationship, and he couldn't help but replicate the smile on Soaps face.

One which he held now.

"Lt?" Soap glanced up at Ghost, noticing the slight crinkle in his eye and the small indent underneath his cloth balaclava. To anyone else he'd look completely normal right now, but Soap knew that those miniscule signs meant that he was smiling. Smiling at you as you groaned on the floor. Closing his eyes, Ghosts shoulders bounced in a silent laugh before he moved to stand, Soap following him with his eyes before realizing where he was going, and moving to go to you too.

Rolling on your back, you huffed, the cold floor on your rear as you stared up at the blinding white flood lights that shone down on you. Only they were blocked by a shadow, then two, the smiling faces of your boyfriends stood over you. "Need a hand sweetheart?" Soaps Scottish accent filled your ears and you couldn't help the small smile that found it's way to your face. Reaching out with both hands you grabbed onto one of each of theirs, laughing as they hoisted you up with ease. You felt Ghost pat your back before his arm wrapped itself around you. Looking at him you noticed the small smile beneath his mask and reciprocated his action, now committing to a full side hug. You just held each other there before Soap joined in, now you held both of your boyfriends in your arms. You rocked back and forth between them, your chase with Gaz momentarily forgotten as you accepted this newer task of being held. Only momentarily though as Gaz came back into view you suddenly remembered what you were doing before this, your glare being set on his form. "Garrick!" You yelled and he ran again, you moved to chase him but the hands of ghost didn't seem to want to let you go. "No you don't, come on, we're leaving." "Awww but Simon come on-" you groaned, "I'm starving." He stated bluntly, practically dragging you away from the scene as Soap laughed at your pouting face, following the two of you to the kitchen. Ghost simply listened as you began ranting about some random show that you and Soap had been watching, allowing you to completely forget about the Gaz thing as you got distracted by your own thoughts again. He watched as you and Soap recounted a particular episode that seemingly got on your nerves as it ended on a cliff hanger, silently smiling once again as he relished in the company of his two idiot boyfriends.

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( HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEB I HOPE YOU LIKE YOU BIRTHDAY FIC SEXY !!! )

Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night!!

My requests are CLOSED !!

See my DIRECTORY for upcoming fics!

Masterlist

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE ebten・WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD: “The Vampire’s Every Day: Board Game Edition ~ Ruki VS Azusa VS Kino ~”

Original Title: DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE ebten・WonderGOO特典ドラマCD「ヴァンパイア達の日常ボードゲーム編~ルキVSアズサVSキノ~」

Translation: Here! Huge thanks to @otomehonyaku for her hard work ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Audio: Here (CD owned by me). Please do not reupload anywhere.

Starring: Ruki Mukami (CV: Takahiro Sakurai), Azusa Mukami (CV: Daisuke Kishio), Kino (CV: Tomoaki Moaeno)

Plot: Kino downloads a new app based on a board game. As he starts the game, he is suddenly sucked into his phone by a powerful force. Meanwhile, at the Mukami manor, Azusa asks Ruki for help with installing the very same game, resulting in the two of them experiencing the same mishap as Kino. The three boys now find themselves in what they quickly deduce to be the world of the game they were trying to play. Now they must (try) to work together to win the game in order to get back to the real world.

My Thoughts: Below the cut. They are mostly centered around Ruki but honestly what else would you expect from me by this point?

I hope you all enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Anyone who's listened to the other CDs in this board game series will know that they are absolute gold. Particularly the one starring Shuu, Reiji, and Subaru. Truly Dialovers crack at its finest.

While I don't consider this CD to be as funny as the one I just mentioned, nor as funny as a lot of the other silly ones in general tbh, I still had a good time listening to it, and genuinely laughed at some points throughout. And ultimately that is what I wanted to get out of the CD in the first place, so I have no complaints. Hopefully it got – or if you haven't listened to it yet, gets – at least one laugh out of you as well!

(Spoiler-ish thoughts below)

I found the dynamic between Ruki and Kino to be pretty entertaining. These two do NOT get along, as to be expected with how clashing their personalities are and how their previous interactions have gone. They piss each other off pretty consistently in this CD, even focusing on arguing with each other while facing an active threat. I enjoyed their bickering and digs at each other but I did feel bad for poor Azusa who just wants everyone to be friends and also y'know deal with aforementioned threat. I'd probably say that he acts the most mature here, most of the time anyway.

Speaking of Azusa the interactions between him and Ruki are also great but for the exact opposite reason. Their relationship is so wholesome and sweet, and it's so obvious that Ruki has a soft spot for his baby brother (which Azusa does try to take some advantage of near the end lol).

The highlight of the CD though for me is when Ruki tries to capture the golden rabbit by telling it in the sternest most commanding tone of voice to jump into his arms. Sakurai's delivery here is Perfect (what else is new tho) and made even better by the fact that it's directed at a literal rabbit. I also love how genuinely puzzled Ruki is that his foolproof tactic fails. Stellar stuff that honestly made this CD 100% worth buying.

It does feel as though - in true silly tokuten fashion - Ruki's IQ has dropped a few digits, but it doesn't bother me much in the context of these CDs. After all they're not meant to be taken seriously, but rather for the listener to simply enjoy the chaos and absurdity.

[kerubimcrepin]

Dofus: The Production - reviewing the Xa and Tot interview

pictured: 7yo Joris, 10yo Joris, 60yo Joris, and 584-585yo Joris.

Funnily enough, this interview will touch onto something already mentioned in the artbook I already reviewed.

The origins of Joris as a character.

Sadly, it is machine translated, but I think we'll understand it well enough.

Here we learn that Joris was inspired by Vivi from Final Fantasy. I am sad to report I had never played Final Fantasy, and all my knowledge of him comes from hearsay at best, but Id do find there to be some very funny and twisted parallels between Vivi and Joris, beyond their troubles with lifespans (Vivi's being extremely short, Joris's the opposite...)

Like lol. Lmao even. (laughs fondly at the memory of having drawn fanart of Kerubim and Joris cannibalising one another as symbolism for Kerubim's selfish exploitation of Joris for his own emotional needs and regrets, — and Joris growing to derive pleasure from being exploited by Kerubim, and being a willing participant in the mixture of parentification and infantilization he experiences after the 600 years of living with his dad.)

Anyway,

Joris's progression as a character being "joke character -> character Xa created to be cool and awesome in a moment of inspiration, despite Tot's brief -> he bewitches them both fully" is so funny to me.

I always found it funny that Tot doesn't really see the forest (dofus aux tresors de kerubim) for the trees (child neglect and the psychological horror of Joris Jurgen's entire existence).

Not even going to comment on not knowing what the hell "epic-burlesque" is supposed to mean.

Now we move onto my favourite part of this interview: Tot's thoughts on Joris as a character.

I'm glad he said that they've worked on his life story through multiple centuries. Gives me hope that Tot has given thought to Joris's experiences during Leorictus Sheran-Sharms silly, perhaps even whacky reign.

I want to note the word choice here, — Joris isn't mysterious, but jaded. All of his caginess and "mystique" is attributable in equal part to his distrust of others, cynicism, and exhaustion with the horrible things he has seen throughout his life.

Which would very likely include being cagy even about his class, considering the whole "huppermage gencocide" thing that happened after Leorictus Sheran-Sharm.

The thing about Joris is that it is hard to appraise him from our own point of view. I had always liked how this franchise treats immortal characters, — they are beings with feelings, who make mistakes, who have issues.

But it does not make them any less incomprehensible.

In a way, he is so compelling to me, because I find his existence terrifying — Joris is someone who started out with all these ideas of kindness and justice, but can someone who is 600 years old really uphold them?

Judging from Waven, we know the answer to this question.

I think that with Joris's character, as well as Kerubim and Atcham, one of the major themes is stagnation.

While at times their immortality, and the freedom it provides, is referred to in a bit of an "optimistic nihilism" way,

Especially with the themes and motifs referenced in Aux Tresors de Kerubim, (especially with the ending directly referencing Diane Ardant's monologue,)

It's such a painful mixture of stagnation and endless freedom. There's a horror of never being able to escape, — not from having to experience the horrors of history, not from your own childhood house.

And then there's the horror of moving on from everyone you ever loved. While Kerubim and Joris share this one, I associate it more with Kerubim simply because he is so obsessed with the stories of his youth. It feels as if what was two hundred years ago is just yesterday, to him...

While with Atcham it's just speculation and my own headcanons, the sort of immortality, stagnation related horror I associate with him is dependency. He is not the same, strong person he used to be when he was alone. If he had to go back to Brakmar after all this time, he wouldn't be able to adjust. It's like all this time has declawed him.

Joris never really knew a life outside the all-consuming relationship he has with Kerubim and Atcham, but for Atcham it's different. And with every unchanging year that passes, he settles more and more into this peaceful existence, — and if he were torn away from it, just like Joris and Kerubim, he would not be able to function.

I think that the theoretical endpoint of where Kerubim, Joris, and Atcham could end up is whatever is going between Qilby and Shinonome.

Being one another's only meaning, in a world devoid of meaning, for better or for worse. Probably for worse.

[invisibleicewands]

Hello! Here's a fan of your reviews again (they are really great)

Would you mind giving your opinion on Nye, please? I def need your insight on it!

Hi, Anon!

Thank you for your trust, I'm feeling a responsibility on my shoulders now... I'll try to do my best to deserve it, since you appreciate them.

It's not easy for me to write a 'review' about Nye tbh, because there's a lot to unpack and I am terribly slow in finding the right words for this kind of posts (proof is I'm replying only now).

Anyway.

First, I must tell you that my impression may be influenced by the lack of experience and culture in theatre and plays in general. Nevertheless, I think I'm not wrong if I dare to say that "Nye" may be considered a masterpiece. For the theme, the meanings, the perfect execution of all the cast, the writing, the visual impact of the lighting designs, the choreography, the tricks and the original technical solutions with the props on the stage, as well as the rollercoaster of emotions during the entire show. It's all amazing, all perfectly synchronized like the gears of a clock, a real wonder for the view.

The storytelling is neat and well built, the direction is fluid, meaningful flashbacks of the past alternated with the present ones, touching moments balanced with songs and dances, lighter jokes and deep thoughts. There's rhythm, there's a bit of drama and a bit of musical, sadness and happiness, cruelty and compassion; there's speed of execution but also time to breath, to reflect, not a single wasted moment. A perfect team job, a well oiled machine that runs full power for about 2 hours 30.

The actors are really all exceptional, professional, tireless, talented and admirable in their roles. I loved the precision of every movement, the perfect timing of their steps, the expressions, the attention on every little gesture, the care for the detail.

A mention for the performances of some of the supporter actors, excellent, well trained and at their best, who know how to stay on a stage and fully entertain the audience.

Sharon Small (Jennie), with her grit, her grace, her versatility, her patience (when she stays still in the background for minutes, wow), is perfect in portraying this special modern woman: strong, intelligent, nonconformist, but also romantic and soft.

Roger Evans (Archie), Nye's best friend, eternally loyal and protective, sometimes even jealous of Jennie: always on point, a reliable presence in every scene.

Tony Jayawardena (Churchill), with his impressive figure, as Nye's opponent and his doctor, crafty but funny at the same time, and... a very flexible dancer.

And then, obviously, him.

Last but not least: Michael Sheen.

Monumental. Powerful, in his presence on the stage. Inspired, with his long speeches. Ecstatic, during his vivid crazy dreams. Mesmerising. A natural born orator in a play which is his perfect environment. A driving force. He's not just playing a character. He's living an ambition, a mission, that represents the core of all the values, the qualities, the feelings and the things he loves more and ​​in which he recognizes himself. He put his body and soul in this portrait, he cried and laughed, relentless, passionately, he bore the weight of an incredibly high emotional stress for months (all those rehearsals, every day, two times a day sometimes), showing an energy and an unimaginable stamina.

You can understand why he deeply felt this project: he fully believes in its message, and I sense there's also a lot of personal in it, emotions, situations that somehow belong to him. Nye, generous, crazy dreamers, fragile, stubborn, silly, irritating, strong, moving: he perfectly painted all these nuances, because they are also part of himself.

I could also add that some scenes reminded me others he already played in previous works (MoS, H.G. Wells, Dirty Filthy Love, The Passion), but maybe I'll keep these parallels for another post, since this is already too long. It's like there's almost a pattern in the choice of his characters, a little hint that he has a soft spot for some topics, definitely very important for him.

The same for other scenes that really impressed/touched me, but that would take too time to be discussed here.

It was an incredible show to put together, made with hard work, imagination, heart and dedication. To share a story and a message true for many people and different generations, in every eras. For those countries that have a NHS and for the ones that have not. To show how difficult but essential is to fight for the rights, against the social injustice but not only, to care about our families and the others. And affirming that making politics doesn't mean just balancing the books, but giving dignity to the people. This is how the politics becomes a real noble thing.

A huge effort, a great play, a deserved success. A necessary reminder.

(And now, after using too many adjectives, like Nye it's time to expand my vocabulary and find more synonyms.)

[moonferry]

FSIOY CHAPTER 3!!!!

guys i finally did it. i wrote chapter 3. ur welcome. anyway this one has been particularly eating at my brain so i hope you enjoy.

chapter name: happy birthday, don't die.

chapter summary: kent and jodi continued to get to know each other. soon, it's kent's 18th birthday and he is being called into service. he continues to develop feelings for jodi but can't tell her for fear of losing his job. he explains the situation to jodi - who met up with him to give him a birthday gift - and realizes he is much more afraid that he originally thought.

word count: 1755

warnings: mentions of death, fear of dying, war enlistment/draft

ao3 linkie -> here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

April 19XX, Midtown of Zuzu City – The Middle of The War | Kent’s Birthday. 

Kent received the job, which he was grateful for, but there was something he couldn’t seem to shake: a feeling. Over the course of the next few months, Kent continued to spend time with Jodi - as coworkers at first, and then the two formed an unlikely friendship. As much as he tried to deny it, he was beginning to really like Jodi; she was nice to talk to, a great listener, and extremely funny. The two learned a lot about each other - Jodi’s favorite fruit, for example -  and Kent even confided in her about his father’s death, something he hadn’t spoken about with anyone but his mother. 

In fact, he probably considered Jodi to be one of his closest friends. There was something different about himself whenever he was around her. Kent couldn’t quite place what it was, but he seemed to like this change. Which is probably why, on his eighteenth birthday - after he had received a foreboding letter in the mail - he had marched into town to find Jodi. 

Apparently, the conditions overseas seemed to be worsening and they were issuing another recruitment wave - well “recruitment” was a nice way to put it, indicating there was a choice to enroll. Kent was not given a choice. He was given a small slip of paper telling him to be at the nearest recruitment office by the end of the week or he would be fined and possibly jailed. Yikes. 

As silly as it was, Kent couldn’t help but think about his life and all the things he had yet to experience. That he may never get to experience. It filled him with nothing but dread. With this in mind, Kent found his feet leading him into the center of town without a second thought. He walked onto a nearby pier and looked at the water beneath. It was very still, barely moving more than a gentle lap against the wooden stilts the pier rested on. Kent felt jealous. He wished that, for once, his own life would remain as stagnant as the water beneath him, but he couldn’t be so lucky. 

Kent was interrupted from his “brooding” by a gentle tap on his forearm. He glanced up and saw Jodi’s cheerful face, a contrast to his own - which was rather grim. 

“Hey, Starfruit,” Kent greeted, forcing a small smile to form across his lips. He didn’t want to ruin Jodi’s good mood. Well, not yet, anyway. He’d have to tell her eventually. 

“Hey, Cactus,” Jodi smiled once again before tilting her head to the side. “What are you doing in this part of the city? You’re not scheduled to work today,” She explained, taking out a small pocket watch from her cardigan and checking the date. 

“Cactus?” Kent raised an eyebrow as he questioned the new nickname. He was greeted with a small laugh and Jodi pointing towards the top of his head. “Oh.. Because of my hair. Very funny,” He replied with a slight shake of his head, a genuine smile finding itself on his lips in response to Jodi’s joke. 

“Thank you, I try,” Jodi replied, another laugh escaping her lips as she took a mock bow. The sight made Kent’s heart ache. He was going to miss this. Jodi didn’t seem to notice Kent’s demeanor and continued talking, “Oh yeah! I was actually looking for you. I’m glad you showed up.” 

“You were?” Kent asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Why would Jodi be looking for him? 

“Yeah, I have something to give you,” She piped up cheerfully. She took a small, neatly wrapped present from behind her back. “It’s your birthday, right? I stayed up all night wrapping this for you.” Jodi admitted proudly before placing the gift into Kent’s extended palm. 

“Oh,” Kent replied. His eyes widened as he felt the box - which was much heavier than it looked. What in the world did Jodi put in here, he wondered. “You didn’t have to get me a present,” Kent explained, his brows furrowing together. It’s not like he didn’t appreciate the gift, whatever it was, it was that his mind was already preoccupied. He couldn’t afford anything to make the decision even more difficult. It wasn’t like Jodi could read his mind, so she wouldn’t know how much a small gift from her would affect him. Besides, Kent promised her mother that he wouldn’t try to “woo her” - so it didn’t matter what he felt. 

“I know,” Jodi nodded, her excitement never leaving her face, “but I wanted to.” She pushed the box closer to Kent and gave him a look of anticipation. “Open it,” she pleaded, practically bouncing up and down. 

“Okay, okay,” He conceded, throwing his hands up before carefully ripping the wrapping paper, “I’m opening it.” Kent fully removed the beautiful paper before inspecting the item. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he knew it was definitely something. It was extremely bulky - and heavy, he might add. Kent awkwardly turned the item in his hands, trying to find the best way to hold it. 

“Well, what do you think?” Jodi asked. She clung onto his forearm, glancing up at him with a hopeful expression. 

“It’s.. unique,” Kent replied, a mixture of a smile and a grimace contorting his features. “I know what it is, obviously.. But, you know, just so we’re on the same page, what.. What is it?” Kent asked as he once again glanced at the item, utterly confused. 

Jodi crossed her arms with a small frown. “It’s a risotto, duh. I made it myself,” She groveled, her voice filling with disbelief. Couldn’t he tell? She put so much work into it, after all. 

Kent cautiously nodded his head, “Right.” He looked at Jodi’s expression and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, “I totally knew that. It looks great, Jo. Thanks.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me, Kent,” Jodi scolded, her frown deepening. She glanced at her own creation and gave a small sigh, “I know it looks like.. Well..” 

Kent shook his head, interrupting Jodi before she could finish her sentence, “I’m not lying to you. I really do appreciate it.” He glanced down at the item once again before looking up at Jodi’s gloomy expression. “I’m sorry if I insulted you.” 

Jodi shrugged her shoulders. “It’s fine,” She dismissed, waving her hand to clear the air of the conversation. She glanced at Kent again and remembered how strange it was for him to be here. This piqued her curiosity. “Why did you come here, anyway?” Jodi asked, turning to full face Kent and crossing her arms over her chest before continuing, “You didn’t answer me earlier.” 

Kent took a deep breath. He knew it would come to this, but he imagined he and Jodi would have segwayed into it with a better mood. Oh well, Kent’s impeccable luck strikes once again. He remained silent for a moment before fishing around in his coat pocket, his fingers grasping the smooth envelope he had placed inside earlier. 

“I have to go overseas soon,” Kent admitted emotionlessly. He glanced down at his shoes. He didn’t even notice when he brought out the envelope or that Jodi had gently grabbed it out of his hand. 

“Oh, Kent, I’m sorry,” Jodi exclaimed, her expression darkening as she read the words neatly scribed on the paper. She placed the letter back into his hand and let out a small sigh. Jodi placed her hand on Kent’s shoulder and gave him a soft, reassuring pat. 

“Don’t be. I mean, we both knew this day would come,” Kent spoke once again, a small hint of sadness seeping into his voice. He looked up and met Jodi’s eyes. Jodi could see everything he had been hiding: every emotion clearly plastered across his face, but the most prominent one was fear. 

“How long do you have?” She asked before looking away from his face. The raw emotion had begun to eat away at her heart. If she wasn’t careful, she may start crying. 

Kent took another deep breath, clutching the paper in his hands so harshly it crumpled. “A week,” He stated matter-of-factly. His voice quieted at the end of his sentence. It was all he could do to stop it from breaking completely. 

Jodi gave a small nod. She had begun to speak, but was quickly interrupted by an unexpected emotional outburst from Kent. “Jodi, I’m so scared,” Kent spoke. He moved and buried his face in his palms, sniffling as a small stream of tears flooded from his tear ducts. “I don’t want to die,” he admitted, his voice finally breaking. His breathing was quite shaky and everything he said seemed barely audible, but he kept talking anyway, “There’s so much I haven’t gotten to experience and I’m so scared I never will. I don’t want to be another name they announce over the radio or a coffin buried in some far off location. I don’t want this. I don’t want to do this.” 

Kent was now curled up into a small ball, clutching his head between his hands. More tears streamed down his cheeks and Kent didn’t even seem to notice the feeling of soft pressure against his back. Jodi placed her hand there and gently moved it in small circles. 

“Kent, you aren’t going to die, okay?” Jodi spoke calmly, crouching down to look Kent in the eyes. She waited until he looked up, letting him meet her eyes, before firmly placing her hand on the side of his face. Jodi gently brushed away a stray tear and her expression softened. “You know how I know that?” She asked. 

“How?” Kent asked, leaning his face into her palm. He just hoped Jodi didn’t notice the slight temperature difference in his cheek. He was pretty sure he looked like a mess right now: puffy, red eyes and light pink cheeks. He felt like a mess, that’s for sure. Everything seemed upside down. 

“I know this because you’re going to use that pointy hair of yours as a weapon,” Jodi joked, trying to lighten the mood. Kent gave her a playful eyeroll, though Jodi swore a small hint of a smile spread across his lips. 

Jodi pushed herself into a standing position before extending her palm towards Kent. “C’mon,” she urged, gently tugging Kent to his feet before continuing, “We’re going to make this the best week of your life.”

[mooodyblue]

OH MY GOODNESS!! I JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!!

Ok, so I just needed to send this to you before I forgot! (That doesn't mean you have to write it yet though, whenever your ready!!)

Ok, so you know how you wrote little!Elvis first snow day? You should totally do that with the littl!reader if you haven't already! Like OH MY THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE! "Y/n put your scarf back on don't make me count to 3!...no put your jacket back on right now before ya get sick! I already told ya don't make me tell ya again." Type of things, like OH MY THIS WOULD BE ADORABLE. "You a bit cold now darlin'? Well why don't we get ya warmed up inside with a fluffy blanket, and a hot chocolate huh?" type of stuff🥺🥺🥺

I love cg!Elvis it makes me so happy!

Just thought I'd share this little idea with you!!

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somehow this ended up with 1k words?? hope you enjoy 💞 thank you for the request!!

wc: 1k

a/n: def not proofread, sorry for the mistakes as i wrote this on my phone lol

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once you got with elvis, he had you moving straight to tennessee and into graceland. with this being your first winter with him, you hoped it'd snow considering it never snowed where you were from. you were probably annoying elvis with the way you'd ask if it was going to snow today, always getting hit with the “do i look like a weatherman?” answer. honestly? sometimes.

but when you asked on another day, preparing yourself for the same answer as always, elvis took a look out the window and hummed. “y’know what? i think it just might.”

you were glued to the window the whole morning, waiting patiently for the snow as elvis played on the piano softly in the background, occasionally glancing over at you and chuckling as your eyes never left the window. you were determined to see the first snowflake.

at some point, you didn't realize the music stopped and elvis appeared next to you with a warm mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. “any snow yet, yittle?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

the mug warmed your cold hands, sighing sadly. “no.” you muttered, taking a sip from the mug. “i don't think it's gonna snow, daddy.”

“hm, don't be so sure. i have a good feelin’” he grinned, wiping at the chocolate stache above your lips with his thumb. “silly.” he chuckled to himself.

as the day progressed, there was still nothing. elvis eventually caught you dozing off, helping you up to get you to the bedroom for a nap. he knew you'd be mad if you missed the first snowfall, but the snow on the ground you'd wake up to would make up for it.

the sound of your name being whisper-yelled woke you up, followed by a soft touch to your side. elvis brought a hand up to your face, pushing your hair aside, “baby, sorry to wake ya. but i think you should come take a look outside.”

you glanced up at him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “what is it?”

“c’mon, get up! come see for yourself.” he grinned.

slowly getting out of bed, you padded your way down the steps and followed elvis to the front window, gasping at the white sheets laying over the grass of graceland. it was the first time you’d ever seen anything like it and it was even more beautiful than expected. “daddy! it's snowing!” eager to go out into the cold, snow, you reached for the door handle only to be stopped by elvis.

“nuh-uh, not until you're dressed. it's cold outside.” he said sternly, pointing a finger at you.

“ugh, do i have to?” you whined, stomping your feet.

“do i have to?” elvis mocked, “yes, yittle. you have to. now c'mon, take your pretty self up the stairs.”

you let out a huff and stomped up the stairs with elvis following behind.

it was funny, really. he knew the moment you stepped outside without a coat, scarf or even gloves, you'd whine about how cold it is. but of course, the moment he attempts to bundle you up, you whine anyway. it was just one of your many quirks. he caught back a laugh as you scowled while elvis attempted to dress you, bundling you up extra warm due to the almost negative degrees outside. he finished it off with a scarf, wrapping it around your neck nicely. “now can i go outside?” you asked, a hint of annoyance to your voice.

“go downstairs and wait for daddy.” he nodded, gesturing to head out the door. he slipped on his own coat and scarf, less bundled up than you and headed down, watching as you began to take your gloves off. “nuh-uh, put ‘em back on. if ya wanna play in the snow, you gotta keep ‘em on or your hands will get all cold and frozen.”

“but why aren't you dressed like me?”

he sighed, “because i’m an adult and you're just a little one. little ones are more prone to get sick, now enough arguin’ , let's go out. it's dark out so be careful.” the moment he opened the door, you zoomed out into the cold air, throwing yourself on the ground and rolling around in the cold snow as elvis sat on the steps and watched.

you got up and ran around the lawn, shuffling your feet through the snow. elvis watched you happily, making sure you didn't attempt to take anything off that kept you warm. just when you thought elvis wasn't looking, you attempted to take off your scarf sneakily, but elvis quickly caught you, standing up. “hey! put that back on! don't make me count-that's right, leave it.” he crossed his arms for warmth, sighing. “now, don't go takin’ off the jacket too. ya tryin’ to freeze up?”

you squatted down, scooping up snow into a pile on the ground. the gloves were annoying you, not doing much to help you pack it up. you slipped them off, working on your little pile again with your bare hands. your hands began to freeze up, becoming numb from the snow. maybe elvis had a point on the gloves….

slipping them back on, you titled your head up and stuck your tongue out, letting the snowflakes fall on your tongue. it was surreal being able to see snow after never being able to experience it. it was even more special for elvis, he loved seeing how happy you were even if you were being a bit stubborn about keeping warm.

elvis walked up to you, patting you on the head. “whatcha doin’ silly?” he chuckled.

“daddy, ‘m gettin’ cold….” you frowned.

“is that right? well, we can't have that. let's get ya inside with a warm blanket and maybe some more hot chocolate, how's that sound?” he smiled.

“can i come back out after?”

he placed his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky and back down at you. “how ‘bout you come back out tomorrow? daddy’s gonna be snowed in anyway.”

without putting up a fight, you trusted him and hoped the snow would still be there tomorrow. “okay.”

“c'mon yittle, let's get ya warmed up. can't have you freezin’ up!” he helped you up, brushing the snow off of you before bringing you back into graceland to warm up and head to bed.

[mamamittens]

How would (X) react to you as (z) drunk?

I was curious about what kind of drunk I'd be considering my colorful family's different reactions and thought about this.

(I'd likely end up as a weepy, affectionate drunk until someone ticked me off cause I low-key already wanna cry a lot and it's mostly social anxiety that keeps me from physically expressing my love for friends without being a shit about it)

(which ig is better than a raging drunk or someone with a personality shift so severe drunk me has a different name and a reputation of being incredibly temperamental and aggressive)

But anyway! To the list!

Marco

As a happy drunk he's amused and generally happy to watch you run around being a jackass. Affectionately. Not likely to get too dragged into shenanigans but willing to supervise if only to tease you about it later.

As a weepy drunk he's more inclined to sit beside you and gently rub your back if it's more melancholy driven. Softly affirming but not letting you spiral too hard into depression. If it's "cry because snakes don't have arms to hug" he's pretty amused and willing to 'hear you out'. There will be a point where he stops letting you drink and switches to water though. As funny as it may be, dehydration is a bitch with a hangover.

As an affectionate drunk he's a bit startled if this is different from how you usually are. But he's also way more careful about distracting you since not everyone will innocently enjoy your affections. The last thing he wants is to take his eyes off of you and you end up with a creepy perving on you for a 'hug'.

As an angry drunk he's a bit amused and worried about all this tension you're suddenly setting loose. Willing to redirect it to himself so you don't break shit or fight someone you're not prepared for--regardless of how scrappy you are.

Drinking like a fish has him vibing with you and eventually weaning you onto water just to be safe. It's nice to not be the only sober-ish one at the party.

Blackouts will get a nice rundown the next day with appropriate teasing depending on what it is.

Sleepy drunks get amused cuddles and teasing. The party is still going and he expects a hearty thanks for keeping you safe from pranks while you're passed out.

Ace

Ace is literally that there with you for just about all of these, btw. He's very... communal in his vibes, really good at matching energy. So if you're a happy drunk he's laughing like a loon with you!

He's awkward if you're weepy though, genuinely growing distressed even if you're crying over something silly and this worry extends past the hangover. Expect a lot of warm, supportive hugs. Its rough out here buddy, but he's here for you.

Affectionate drunks throw him off weirdly enough. He vibes but always seems shocked to be dragged into a hug. But he will be mindful of who's hanging around you when you're like this. Kind of enjoys hogging your attention like this.

Angry drunks will find the perfect fighting partner with Ace but he won't be... gentle about it. Perfectly at ease focusing your rage on himself as long as he initiates first. Feels hurt if it's hate on sight cause you're so close, why are you mad at him 🥲

Put out if you appear sober despite drinking more than him. Expect pouting.

Blackouts will be very thrown by his description of what went down cause it never sounds right for some reason. Lightly fucks with you.

Sleepy drunks get soft cuddles, mostly cause he's warm and weak to hugs if you look pathetic enough.

Thatch

He's pretty close to the life of the party so he's happy to have a happy drunk alongside him. Goading you into shenanigans and being goaded in return, it's a blast and he's a good sport about it.

Weeping throws him off as he starts to switch into 'party Dad' mode, gently giving you water instead as you cry your heart out. He feels bad getting you to drink, though less so if it's silly things making you cry, it's pretty clear you're really in your feelings when you're drunk. Plenty of hugs and encouragement while he listens to your woes. Hugs you first thing when you wake up.

Angry drunks amuse him and he enjoys teasing you into tripping over yourself or doing stupid shit out of pride. Careful not to go too far, he still likes to toe the line occasionally. He likes knowing you're ready to throw down if he suggests it though. Could come in handy later.

Affectionate drunks are his favorite because he enjoys the ego boost that comes with hogging the attention. A lot of goading and fishing for compliments until he's glowing for reasons separate from the booze. Pouts when someone else steals your attention. He just wants to be your favorite. Knocks out the lights of whoever tries some shit while you're all too willing to hug random strangers.

You never have to worry if you blackout cause he'll make sure you're safe and don't do anything too crazy. It's pretty reassuring but occasionally he tries to mess with you with fake stories.

If you're a sleepy drunk he puts you to bed, lol. Depending on how far along the party is, you can probably make him cuddle you. He doesn't want to miss the whole thing but feels bad you didn't get to have a fun time cause the booze makes you too tired. And he likes the affection, there's no denying it.

[prata-isms]

11pm dinner with a spy?

Rook Hunt x GN! reader!! (although no one is ever really specified!!)

A/N: oldie but goodie! I saw this thing on tt over my sis’s shoulder and it was kinda funny!! rook’s stalker tendencies help the French government out lol. so here! (@x011011x this is for u babes)

“Ugh…”

You tiredly ascend the stairs to your flat, the promise of a restful sleep in the comfort of your bed the only thing stopping you from just dropping dead and clocking out there.

“good god…working for the government is so stressful….”

You were a small-time record keeper, working as a liaison between your city and the Federal government. A thankless job, really, one that most people don’t even know that much about.

“uuuuuuugh.” you groan, a small spark of releif brot forth at the sight of your apartment’s door. “finally, I can slee-”

The door was open.

A fraction, granted, one that no one would notice unless they were touching the door. But still. One of the habits you learn to pick up as a member of the Government is to double-triple-quadruple check your doors and windows. you may seem small to the people, but to other nations, you could be the gateway to a nation’s decline.

What was once exhaustion turned into a sense of alertness. you quickly took off your shoes, taking immense care not to make a sound as you padded into the apartment.

you quickly slip into your bedroom, and after some panicked rummaging, pull out the closest thing to a weapon that you owned : a bat.

Slowly slinking into the kitchen, you catch the sight of blonde hair, and soon the full form of a person, their back turned to you, greeted you.

getting into position, you took a step forward, your bat poised and at the ready.

another step… and another….

“ah, hello hello! you are finally home!”

the person turns, purple eyes gazing into yours before closing, accompanied with a toothy smile.

“w-what are you doing in my flat???”

“well..” the man stirs something in the pot that you only just noticed. “you weren’t home, and I felt a bit bored. so I thought I would make myself , and perhaps my target, some food.”

“you….how is that even….target?” you fumble through your words, struggling through which question to ask first.

The man laughs. “you are part of the government, no? You must have your fair share of… ah, well…spies.”

He looks at you again, and with another wide smile, he gestures for you to sit down.

“now now! no need for hostilities! as you can see I have not brought any weapons-”

You point at the kitchen knives, too dangerously close to his hands to your liking.

He follows your finger, and he lets out a playful “tsk”.

“Ah,” he chuckles, “I lied. I meant I don’t have any weapons on my person-”

Another hand shoots up, and this time you point at the fork he was stirring with.

He looks at it, as if considering stabbing you, and for a moment you wished you weren’t so brash with this seemingly easy-going spy or assassin or whatever.

“ah yes, I lied again. You seem to have calculated everything!”

He puts down the utensil, and begins rummaging for plates.

“Mon Dieu, you really have one of everything?”

“I’m one person…? government workers aren’t supposed to invite people over anyway..”

“Ah well, I can settle with a cup and spoon.” He sets up the table, and takes his place across from you, straw-blonde hair grazing his chin. He takes off his hat, setting it on the polished wood surface before eating.

“what do you want?” You huff, annoyed.

“nn? Ah, well..It is my first time in the Queendom.” He chuckles. “You probably think it crazy. Me, an international spy, never before setting foot in the Queendom? And having dinner with the target too?” he laughs to himself, shaking his head as he goes back to (attempting to) eating with a spoon, out of a mug.

“your lucky none of the agents never caught you.” you mutter, fork poking at the fairly aromatic dish.

“Pffffffft! Those silly bodygaurds of yours? apprehending moi?” he is full blown laughing now, almost choking on the food he had made.

“aha, you are one silly little filou. I like you.”

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Drunk Confessions Part 6

Felix x Female reader

Word count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Felix breaks the golden rule when drunk. Stay away from your phone.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! strong language/cursing, drinking/getting drunk. That's it coming back a little tame. If I did happen to miss something let me know and I'll add it asap!

When you woke up you did what you did every morning. Out of habit, the first thing you did was check your phone. This morning when you checked you had 5 missed texts, one missed call, and a voice memo, all from your best friend, Felix. You read through the texts that got progressively harder to read the drunker he’d gotten into the night. It made you laugh. You were glad he’d been out having a good time with the guys. He didn’t get to do that often with how hard they all worked. Last night they had decided to go out drinking and ended up staying out and clubbing all night.  

The voice memo was clearly from when they’d already gotten home because the first thing you could hear was all the rest of the guys goofing off in the background playing video games. 

“y/n... hey... uhhh... GOD will you guys shut up I’m trying to talk in here! Uh y/n! You’re asleep already. I bet you look like an angel you always look like an angel when you’re sleeping.” 

Sure you thought to yourself, face down in a pillow, drooling like an angel. 

“You’re so beautiful and funny and sweet oh my gosh you’re so sweet and you cook good food for me and the guys and your hair smells like coconuts and the beach and it reminds me of home and I remember the first time I laid eyes on you at work and...” Just then you heard Chan’s voice come over the speaker. 

“Felix what are you doing bro?” 

“I’m sending y/n a voice memo. Chan says hi, anyway, I can’t tell you that you make my heart feel funny when I think about you...” 

“Uhhh Felix I don’t think you want to...” Felix gave Chan a stupid look. 

“Chan it’s not polite to interrupt.” Chan laughed. 

“You’re right mate, continue.” Chan walked back out and Felix tried to pull himself together a bit, unsuccessfully. 

“Look y/n... I love you. I am in love with you. I’m so completely and utterly over the moon in love with you. From the moment I met you. It was love at first sight for me, I didn’t even know your name but you were glowing and laughing and I felt my heart jump for the first time and it has every time I’ve seen you since. I hope one day I can tell you, that I can kiss you, marry you. I see all that with you I just don’t want to ruin what we have. We’re so close and you’re my best friend and I couldn’t bare losing you and honestly I’m afraid of what your answer would be. I know you care for me, love me even, but I just don’t know if you’re in love with me. God I’m rambling at this point, you’d think I was a drunken fool... well I am.” Just then you could hear Chan walk in again. 

“Seriously mate I don’t think you want to send that...” 

“I’m not Chan I’m gonna dele-” The message cut off and you could only imagine the absolute chaos that ensued after Felix accidentally hit send. He looked away from the phone for 2 seconds and unintentionally let up off the mic button which then sent the voice memo. Straight to you. Your heart was ready to burst. He was in love with you?! That had to have been the sweetest confession you’d ever heard. You were glad Felix’s silly drunk self sent you the voice memo before he realized what he was doing. You were getting ready to dial Felix’s number but before you could his contact photo popped up showing he was calling you. You answered immediately. 

“Y/n?! Hey...” 

“Hiya Lixie! You're up awfully early considering...” Your smile was in your voice and Felix couldn’t help but smile too until he remembered why he was calling. 

“Uh yea... y/n... I sent a voice memo last night do me a favor... just delete it. Don’t listen to it just... please just delete it.” You could hear the worry in his voice. 

“Felix? I... I already heard it.” The wind was knocked from him, you could hear it over the phone as he let out a big breath. 

“Y-you already listened to it?!” 

 “Well yeah Lixie you know the first thing I do is...” Click. Did he just? Hang up on you? You looked at the phone and saw your home screen. You sighed and called him back. No answer. You called again. No answer. You called again. Straight to voicemail. So dramatic. You called Chan and a grumbly hungover voice answered. 

“Mhello?” 

“Chan it’s y/n. Is Felix home?” Chan wasn’t sure. 

“Hold on. LIX!!!” You could hear him shout back. 

“WHAT??!” Chan breathed deeply into the phone. 

“Myea he’s here.”  

“Good I’m on my way, keep him there and do NOT tell him I’m coming.” 

“Y/n I...”  

“Chan.” He groaned out tired. 

“Finnnneee!” You smiled. 

“Thanks Channie! See you soon!” 

“Mhmm see you soon.” You quickly washed up and got dressed before heading over to the guys’ place. You knocked on the door and were met by the same groggy Chan you’d spoken to on the phone. 

“Is Felix still here? You didn’t tell him did you?” Chan rubbed his eyes and shook his head no. 

“No I didn’t, he’s in the living room with Hyunjin and Changbin watching something on tv.” Chan moved out of the way letting you in and yawning as he shut the door behind you. You came around the corner into the living room and Felix saw you. You’d have thought he’d seen a ghost how big his eyes got. 

“Lix-” He got up and dashed out of the living room heading to his own room, shutting and locking the door. The guys looked at you and you rolled your eyes exasperated. 

“What was that all about?” Hyunjin finally asked. 

“Lix sent me a voice memo last night...” Chan started laughing. 

“Oh god I forgot.” You glared at Chan. 

“Don’t laugh, he’s embarrassed and won’t talk to me because of it.” Chan stopped laughing and wiped his eyes.  

“It’ll be okay as soon as you tell him.” You stood there with your arms crossed. 

“What do you mean? Tell him what?” 

“Well, you love him too, don’t you?” You stood there speechless for a second. 

“What did you think it wasn’t obvious? You both are so ridiculous. If he hadn’t accidentally sent that to you who knows how long this would have gone on.” You stood there a moment and then just shook your head. You made your way towards Felix’s room to try and get him to talk to you. You tapped at the door. 

“Lixie? Please talk to me.” 

“No Felix here!” He called through the door. Then a thought hit you. What if he wasn’t just embarrassed? Was he avoiding you because he regretted sending it? You don’t think your heart could take it if it wasn’t true. If he didn’t really love you. 

“Are you ashamed that you sent it? Did you... did you not mean it?” He could hear the pain and worry in your voice. 

“If you didn’t mean it it’s... it’s okay. I’ll just... I’ll just go.” You should have thought this plan through better before dashing over. Felix quickly opened his door. 

“Wait!” You stopped and turned back. 

“I’m not ashamed and I did mean it.” You let out a little sigh of relief. 

“Felix I came over here to tell you that I love you too.” Felix stood there stunned. 

“What?” 

“I love you too Lixie. I always have. How could I not fall in love with the most beautiful and kindest man I've ever met?” Tears were welling up in your eyes and Felix grabbed your hand.  

“I meant every word I said on that voice memo last night. I’m madly in love with you y/n...” Before he could go on you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. One of his hands came up and cupped your cheek and he kissed you back sweetly. 

“Told you.” You and Felix jumped at Chan’s voice. 

“Jesus! Announce yourself when you enter a room.” You scolded Chan as Felix blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I entered the hallway to go to the bathroom I didn’t realize that warranted an announcement. My apologies.” Chan said sarcastically before heading into the bathroom.

"Behold bathroom I have arrived! Fear me!" He shut the door as he continued announcing himself boisterously leaving you and Felix alone again. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before Felix cleared his throat. 

“Uh, why don’t we go and have some breakfast and talk a bit.” The smile spread across your face again. 

“I’d like that Lixie, I’d like that a lot.” 

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[thatonecrookedsmile]

Transmission 3 in a nutshell. (Or alternatively,what happened during the 5 minutes the transmission was down)

It's been 2 years since Dawn of the Dimetrix was released. Jesus,has it been so long? How times fly. I didn't get to do anything too big for this year,honestly. And considering what I did last year? I don't have much of a problem with something smaller. But hey,it's still a celebration anyway. I've had this idea for a while,and I thought it was funny. There was no way I could not do this.

I was laughing through most of the process. I loved how Abe turned out,and Dovahcom is just that specific frame from the OB transmissions. They look silly,there's no way I can't giggle.

Also,my first drawing with Pre-Explosion Goliath. He also turned out good.

I don't have much to add,so straight to the point: Happy Anniversary of the Dimetrix! I love DOTD so much. The hype and wait for the album/the era of transmissions/the release of the album were moments in IRIS history that I treasure. It brought great songs,some that would become my favorites (Dimetrix,basically lol),and overall, it's a good experience that I like to revisit. Again,I can't believe it's been 2 years already. 2021 seems so far away now.

Here for another 2 years,and for a new wave of IRIS material to come in the future. I can't wait for what's to come!

#HavokReignsForever

[amu-brain-dump]

Team “be gay and do crimes” and “be ungovernable” etc. but I’m laughing that I’ve just realised you’re 29 and reblogged the “ask meme for people in their 30s” game yOU NAUGHTY CHILD (affectionate)

[it’s a bit silly that ask game had an age range in the first place but I thought it was funny I don’t think I ever really processed your age until right now]

Anyway, could we get some of your favourite life lessons that you learned in your 20s? Big or small. 🫶

Listen! Those questions were fun! Why would the over 30s only be allowed to have fun?? 😮‍💨 In any case I stopped feeling my age a long time ago, I consider myself a "young adult" whatever that age is 🤷🏾

As for lessons... I'm the kind of person that makes mistakes repeatedly and expects a different result so it takes me a long time to learn any lessons... But I have learnt some

- Don't do anything for anybody expecting something in return, it's not worth it. Do things cause you want to and if you don't want to don't do them

- Uterus owners, your period patterns can and WILL change throughout your life

- If you find a food that you really like to eat, learn how to cook it and you'll achieve instant happiness whenever you want

- Money is the cause of a big chunk of problems in the world so learn how to budget for your circumstances and to have control over your own

- Friends are, sadly, not forever. And there are people in your life that were never interested in being your friend

- Change sucks

- You cannot "fix" anybody. Mostly cause there are very few people in the world who are "broken". But yeah, you cannot mold someone into the person you expect them to be

- Physical activity is unfortunately good for mental health but that doesn't make it suck any less

And those are all the lessons that I think are important at this point in my life. I'll probably learn more things as I get older but I also don't have the intention to live very long 🤷🏾

[indigo-greer-collins]

ooh okay this is interesting!!!

so i have a couple ideas for the type of person you are

1. classic class clown / jester - you rarely take yourself/your feelings seriously and you cope with whatever you’re going through by being silly and funny! it’s your defence against being vulnerable, you might not have ever really felt safe to growing up and maybe even developed the horrible idea that your feelings are invalid/a burden to other people. they’re not! you’re human and it’s okay! you at some point also may have been made the butt of the joke pretty often? like people laughed at you, and so to protect against that, you just make them laugh with you!(i.e. you were probably bullied) self deprecating humour is basically a second language for you but honestly with some of those jokes i’d actually consider therapy - all love though!

definitely the definition of: “did my trauma make me stronger? idk about that. but am i hilarious? absolutely”

2. people pleaser - you just want everyone to be happy. you hate the idea of anyone disliking you and wanna make good impressions on people! which is okay!! just don’t do it at the expense of your mental health PLS🙏🙏🙏 you’re always ready to cheer up a friend, and put on some kind of sunshine/friendly act which you feel like you can never change or abandon but you’re a multifaceted person, it is perfectly okay to feel things other than joy or silliness. you’re a super loyal friend i’d like to think, and i wish people would just match the energy you give them, but if they won’t treat you with the same respect, kindness and love you give them

they gots to GO!!

anyways!

you can be really hard on yourself, which is interesting because you wouldn’t even think of judging other people the way you pick apart yourself. i assure you, some self love and kindness actually goes a much longer way!

3. both. sending thoughts and prayers. you’re going to need them

or i could be totally wrong, but that’s the vibe i get

bonus: have you considered looking into autism or adhd

Since everyone is doing this...Judge me based on my kins! From whom I kin the most to least

Guy

Angel

Asher

Cutie

[thescreaminghat]

Ok but Viktor is so DELICIOUSLY mischievous in Arcane???

Like, I think a lot of us went into the show with the impression that he was going to be this no-nonsense, stoic counterpart to Jayce's brash personality, and while Viktor is level-headed and calm, he has such a biting humor that gives him so much personality and life (at this point I think Viktor is responsible for 90% of the sassy and funny quips in the show).

And I really enjoy the fact that the writers gave him this liveliness and soft-spoken charm (and how well Harry Lloyd voiced the lines), because it makes Viktor so human, so optimistic, and so kind, especially when you consider how he literally talked Jayce down from committing suicide. You can feel the passion and energy bubbling underneath his calm exterior, and the little details (like Viktor being ready to risk his own position to help Jayce by sneaking into Heimer's lab only to come up with the ridiculous but hilarious lie of "Oh silly me! I thought I was going into my bedroom but I was actually unlocking a restricted area using these oversized keys" when he gets caught red-handed) is so...perfect? Like you can easily imagine that, as a kid in Zaun, Viktor was likely just as mischievous and willing to get into hijinks as Ekko or Powder. XDD

And OH MY GOD CAN WE TALK ABOUT "TIME TO CRANK IT"??? Again, Harry Lloyd's soft-spoken delivery and gentle accent for Viktor is so perfectly executed for the joke. So the setup in ep 3 is this: when they're working on the hextech research, Jayce exclaims that they'll need to "crank it" (referring to the stabiliser machine, I believe), and Viktor, caught off-guard in his thoughts, says, "Yes, yes, we need to...cRANK it," and what's so perfect about this scene is the awkwardness that Viktor gives to the word. Like, it comes across as Jayce using "slang" or very casual language in his excitement that Viktor finds really amusing and charmingly unexpected, so Viktor tries to emulate the way Jayce says "crank it," but he has a tiny voice crack when he says the phrase (as he's holding in his laugh) that makes the scene so adorable. And then later, the payoff is that right before they test the stabiliser, when Jayce is nervous and stone-faced, Viktor lightens the mood by saying "Time to cRANK it", with his emphasis on awkward syllables, but he says this with, again, that delightful humor and mischief in his eyes. It's such a wonderful and cute scene, and it really captures how Viktor and Jayce are bouncing ideas and emotions off of each other as Science Boyfriends and how Viktor is VERY empathetic, in-tune with social cues and sensitive to other people's feelings (at this point Viktor is so supportive and encouraging of Jayce, and I think that's really important given how Viktor himself may have been at Jayce's low point before he went to Piltover because of his own difficult circumstances).

Anyways, this is to say that once these two have the worst breakup ever according to lore and Viktor falls into a deep depression without any help from Jayce I will look back at these early interactions and cry my eyes out for the hurt that Viktor, a rational but charming innovator who saved a man's life by believing in him when no one else would, will ultimately experience.

Edit: The way Viktor acts and carries himself ISN'T reflective of a man detached from himself and humanity, or a man broken by poverty or his disability. His playfulness, his joy - this is someone filled with happiness, youth, silliness, curiosity, and most importantly, a belief in and love for the world.

[bb-babyy]

Freaks & Barbies <3

Eddie Munson x bimbo!reader

Warning(s): Mature; swearing; violence; no smut; but I do write about his crotch :)

Summary: Just a freak pinning after a Barbie

Word Count: 6.3K

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Eddie didn't know what to expect when he walked into Mrs. Clark's class besides another boring lecture on equations. But to see you next to her as she lectured you about the dress code was unexpected.

You were standing in front of the classroom with your pink mini skirt, tight white t-shirt, and open-toed high heels. You were what Barbie would envy. He knew he was too damn old to even consider looking at any of the girls with whom he shared classes, but you took him by surprise with your bold appearance. 

As he took his assigned seat, which happened to be right next to the teacher's desk, he could pick up on what Mrs. Clark was saying. She was indeed a witch, unlike her son, the kindest teacher who taught at the middle school the next building over.

"I expect you will be dressed more appropriately for this fine establishment the next time I see you. I don't need another distraction in this class, especially not like this. Furthermore, you should have more respect for yourself than to dress as if you were about to hit the town!" she hissed. You blinked down at the short old lady before a perky smile fell on your lips.

"But I do respect myself? If I didn't, I wouldn't have worn this for the first day of school, silly!" Your head tilted in confusion as you left the teacher speechless. She was about to reprimand you for speaking so casually to someone like herself, but the bell had interrupted her little spiel. 

She took a deep breath to calm down before addressing the class about the new student, allowing you to introduce yourself.

"Hi everyone! I recently moved here from California, which is kinda weird since the semester has already started; anyways, I am a super- super senior since I got held back the last two years, but that's okay! I know that this will be my year!" Your smile was infectious, causing a ghost of a smile to fall on Eddie's lips and your tiny giggles made his heart palpitate for a second. 

"Does anyone have any questions for our delightful new student?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips, but it didn't seem to faze you by the blank stare you gave her in return. 

Almost the entire classroom raised their hands which caused Mrs. Clark to roll her eyes in irritation. She only allowed you to pick three students since she still had to take roll call. 

Eddie swallowed thickly at the sight of you abusing your bottom lip with your teeth as you began to ponder who to pick. You pointed towards someone near the back and waited for them to speak.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at whoever had asked the question. It was painfully apparent what their intentions were. Your lips pursed in a perfect pout as you thought about the question.

"I've only had one boyfriend, his name is Argyle; he was so funny, and I miss him so much! But I went to an all-girls private school, so I've had a lot of girlfriends. But my best friend, just so happens to be my cousin, is Shelly," you said, smiling throughout your explanation. You then pointed a perfectly manicured nail to the next person with their hand held up. 

"Why did you get held back twice? Are you dumb?" A girl sneered. The smile on your face hadn't faltered once at the venomous tone.

"I was actually in the hospital the first year. I should've graduated, but I missed so many days that they refused to let me walk. After I worked so hard copying others' homework!" You laughed at your little joke, which caused Eddie to let out a silent chuckle himself.

"And I would've graduated last year, but an altercation caused me to get expelled, but that's okay! I'm going to graduate this year. I can feel it, '86 baby!" Eddie's eyes widen at someone who looked so sweet, and doll-like could get expelled, but whatever you did, it must've been severe.

"Why do you dress like a slut?" A girl asked, which caused many other girls to giggle cruelly. Eddie felt his hands ball up on his lap as he looked toward the teacher with a slight smirk on her lips. She quickly dropped the smile as she noticed Eddie's heated stare.

"A slut?" You looked down at your outfit and tilted your head to the side as you looked at the girl again. 

"This was actually last year's summer fashion, but I just love a cute mini skirt look that I couldn't resist. I could help you expand your closet from…that… if you'd like." Most of the class dropped their jaws at your unintentional diss.

 Eddie slapped his hand on the desk and began to howl with laughter. You smiled at Eddie, not really understanding why he was laughing, but you did enjoy the sound.

"That is enough from you, Mr. Munson. If I hear another peep from you, you will have another date in Saturday detention." Mrs. Clark glared as Eddie began to calm down. 

"And you! You shouldn't speak to your peers in such a manner. I can already tell that you're going to be a disturbance in this class, so I'll have you sit right up front so I can keep a close eye on you." Mrs. Clark gestured to the empty desk next to Eddie before demanding you take a seat. 

Eddie swore that time slowed down by the way you strolled over. He could faintly hear Foreigner's 'I Want to Know What Love is' begin to play as you locked eyes. 

His mouth felt dry as you gave him a big toothy smile before sitting down and facing the front of the class. He could smell your addicting perfume the moment your arm brushed against his. 

Despite looking like someone who ran with a completely different social group, something about you made Eddie want to get to know you better, even if he had to learn through others.

You enjoyed the first day of school, even with a couple of funny looks you received, but they were all ignored. You decided that it was because you were new and not how short your skirt became when you walked or spoke, which was telling others that you were an absent-minded individual; you were new, and it intimidated the small town participants. 

During the third period, you made your first friend, a senior named Nancy Wheeler. She was super friendly and even let you look over her notes since you were far behind. 

She was weary of you and how you dressed, but then you started to gush about the necklace Jonathan had given her during their first anniversary, and she was hooked. She found herself sucked into a conversation about her long-distance boyfriend and your past failed relationships during most of the class.

The more she got to know you through hushed whispers and the passing of notes, the more she realized that you were just an aloof, carefree person who was ridiculously nice for no reason other than to be nice. 

She felt bad that she thought of you a certain way, but by the end of class, she knew you would be stuck with her, so she offered to eat lunch with you. 

You jumped at the idea of eating with your new friend, and as the bell rang, the two of you collected your stuff. 

Holding your dainty 'Jem and the Holograms' lunchbox in your hands, you began to follow Nacy through the cafeteria. You stood beside her and babbled about the first thing that popped in your head as she patiently waited her turn to get food. Once she got her lunch, she began to direct you towards a table.

You were just about to pass the Hellfire table when you noticed Eddie, which caused a smile to break out on your face. 

"Hi, Eddie," you called out to him, and once you got his attention, you waved excitedly as you passed. You thought he looked cool with his tattoos and his denim-leather jacket combo. 

Eddie's eyes widened at you had even called out to him; not only did you address him, but you looked genuinely happy to see him.

 He gave a shy little wave in return. He wasn't quite sure why you, of all people, would address the 'Freak of Hawkins' in the first place, but he wasn't complaining.

He ignored all the questions of his friends and freshman as he simply watched you shuffle to catch up with Nancy. 

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School seemed to fly by as your third week had just about ended. You made a few friends, but you still stuck around Nancy since she was fun. 

Regardless of how naturally kind you were, you quickly gained the nickname 'Hawkins' Barbie.' You were always wearing pink in some kind of way. It didn't faze you when others whispered it behind your back or face. You were inspired by the independent, hard-working woman that Barbie portrayed, and you hoped to be just like that.

You had followed Mrs. Clark's advice, much to Eddie's dismay. You replaced your heels with pink sneakers and tight shirts with sweater vests; however, you still wore skirts even as winter approached.  

"And now I am going to pair you all up, and each pair will be expected to present whatever act they wish in Romeo and Juliet in two weeks. Memorized." Almost everyone groaned at Ms. O'Donnell's rules and regulations for the upcoming English project. 

Eddie was the loudest to show his disdain which caused her to glare sharply at him. He only slumped in his seat and began to dread for whatever lost soul would be partnered with him. 

"And finally, Eddie Munson," Eddie instantly tuned in once he realized that your name had been called right after his. He zeroed in on you to find that you were already looking at him with a look of delight across the room. 

He felt his cheeks heat up, not expecting a look like that from anyone, especially not from you. He smiled back but quickly turned away, knowing that the longer he stared, the more his face would turn red. 

As soon as the bell rang, he bolted out of the classroom. He knew he should've discussed the upcoming project with you, but he was nervous and needed to relax before making a fool. 

He broke through the trees and found himself at the familiar picnic table within the woods and lit up a joint. He inhaled the smoke and forced himself to relax.

"What the hell am I doing? Worried about how I would look to a girl? A preppy, pretty girl nonetheless? What a joke…a freak." He laughed humorlessly as he put out the roach on the wooden table. He checked his watch and noticed that the first break was about to end as he headed back to class. He just needed to get through two more classes, lunch and then gym, before he could finally breathe.

Lunch came faster than he had hoped as he picked through his soggy school lunch since he had forgotten his lunch box for the first time in a very long time.

 His mind was flooded with how he wanted to approach you, but he didn't have to think long since you were standing right above him. His lips parted, but he quickly closed them, not knowing what to say. 

 "Hi, Eddie!" You beamed down at him. He swore the sun hand just walked in, but this time in the form of a person, you. 

"Can I sit here?" You pointed to the chair that Gareth usually sat in. Eddie shook his head and then realized his action once your smile tilted down at the seams of your lips. The action snapped him out of his stupor, and he quickly stood up and pulled out the chair, offering it to you in a theatrical way– his way. 

You laughed in glee and curtsied him before taking a seat. He would've happily been struck by Zeus and died that moment and thanked the god in person that he had made you laugh. He sat down and inched closer to you as you opened your pink lunchbox. 

"You left before I got to discuss the project with you, and then I couldn't find you during our first break. But I'm glad I've found you now," you explained. You pulled out a baggie of carrots before munching on one. 

"Yeah, I just had to go finish something. Sorry about that, princess." The term of endearment slipped out without Eddie meaning to. He bit his lip in anticipation, no doubt waiting for you to scream at him and cause a scene about Eddie being a freak. 

"Oh, well, that's okay. At least I found you in the end, Stud Muffin." You instantly made a funny face once the words fell out.

"'M sorry, that wasn't a very good pet name. I'll come up with something better later." Eddie felt his ears burn at the promise to continue talking to him and even giving him a loving nickname. 

At that moment, the rest of Hellfire couldn't have shown up at a worse time. "Woah, who's your lady friend, Eddie?" Dustin asked. Eddie's eyebrow twitched in irritation; that specific freshman would honestly be the death of him. You happily introduced yourself to them as they all sat down and returned the gesture. 

"Aren't you friends with my sister? Nancy Wheeler?" Mike asked. Your eyes widened, and you began to nod your head. 

"She's nice and smart and cool," you said. Mike made a face at the fact that you thought his sister was cool. She was just an easily irritated older sister in his eyes. 

"Don't you usually sit with her?" Lucas asked. You pouted and nodded. "Yeah, but she had a club meeting, but it works for me because I needed to talk to Eddie."

Eddie's face was in the palm of his hand while his lunch had been long forgotten. Eddie was happy that he could openly stare at you without repercussions now that you sat right next to him.

"Oh! Before I forget, again, what's Hellfire?" It took you a second to realize that you were the odd one out as they were all adorned with the same shirt possessing a demon head. 

"It's just the greatest club in existence!" Dustin exclaimed, leaning forward. The rest of the members nodded in agreement. 

"Really?" You sat closer to the edge of your seat and leaned forward to hear more clearly over the chatty lunchroom.

"Yes!" Everyone began to pitch in about why the club was so particular. "And Eddie just happens to be the founding leader of this amazing club in the first place," Dustin bragged. Dustin could be everything under the sun, but a hype man was something that he was genuinely good at being.  

Your eyes sparkled once you turned your attention back on Eddie, causing a large lump to form in his throat. "Wow, Eddie, you're amazing!" you gushed. Eddie felt flustered as this had finally stopped the list of being the most unusual lunch he had ever had in the last six years of his high school career.

"I haven't been in a campaign in months! Back at my old school, a group of girls and I would sneak off and play it in one of our dorms; it was always super fun. We mostly played because of how superstitious the headmistress was; if she had ever found out, she would have probably dropped dead." 

"Wait, you play D&D?!" Eddie was shocked, flabbergasted, and absolutely over the moon that his dream girl just happened to be of flesh and blood. You ducked your head in your chest and nodded shyly. 

"No need to be shy, princess. We're some of the least judgemental assholes in this dump." Eddie took your hand to get your attention.

 You looked up under your lashes as he instantly felt a familiar and unwelcomed sensation straight to his crotch. He quickly took back his hand and began to fiddle with his rings. You began to tell them your positions, allowing Eddie to calm down his little friend. 

You noticed that Eddie's tray looked just as full as it had looked once you had sat down, and it caused the smile on your face to drop. Just as Eddie began to ask if you were alright, you shoved a carrot in his open mouth. He was amazed he didn't choke from the action and the feeling of your soft fingertip brushing against his lower lip.  

Everyone quickly became quiet as they watched the two of you interact. "You should eat more," you said before you began to separate your lunch in half. You placed the rest of your carrots on the open space on his tray. You also gave him half your turkey sandwich and one of two mini chocolate chip cookies that were saved for later. 

"No, you don't have to do that. You should eat your own lunch–" he began to protest after finishing off the carrot. He didn't get far in his lecture since you popped another carrot in his mouth. The guys started to howl at the dumbfounded look on his face. You began to laugh, and a smile grew on his lips as he chewed the carrot carefully. 

"That's what I thought, mister. Less talking, more chewing," you playfully threatened.

"Yes, ma'am."

It didn't take long for lunch to come to an unfortunate end. Everyone groaned and began to pack up. Lucas made you promise to join them for lunch again while Dustin begged you to at least come to one of their campaigns, which you agreed to instantly. 

"So, are you busy tonight? We can start our project at either your place or mine?" you asked, staying in stride with Eddie. It had completely slipped his mind why you had decided to sit with them in the first place. 

"I have a Hellfire meeting after school. If you'd like, you can come with me, and then we can go back to your place since mine isn't ready for company at the moment," he said, thinking back to the mess his mobile home was in.

"I have a job interview after school, but I'll be sure to watch next time." You quickly wrote down your address on scratch paper and handed it to him. "I'll see you tonight, Eds," you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek before fast walking away as the warning bell rang. 

"I'll see you tonight, princess!" Eddie yelled after you once he got over the shock of the feeling of your smooth glossy lips on his skin. 

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The more time you spent with Eddie in and out of school, the more he became enamored with you. 

After the English project, you kept coming around. And it made him so fucking happy that someone that looked like you were beating away all kinds of stereotypes that he thought you were the most metal person he had ever met. And regardless of your bubbly personality, you were just full of surprises. 

There seemed to be more and more things about you that left him obsessed and that you weren't just "Hawkins High Honorary Bimbo," as some would say. Even though you were so ridiculously hot, you were kind and caring to everyone despite how they treated you. 

He hated how everyone treated you. They either took advantage of you, or they would talk shit not only behind your back but to your face as well. Even the people who were supposed to be your friends became backstabbers. 

"Eddie! Guess what?" Your voice had carried throughout the cafeteria. He quickly stood up, realizing you were charging at him at full speed. He opened his arms and waited for you to crash into them. 

You were a very affectionate person, Eddie had come to learn. You were always hanging onto him in some type of way. You held his hand and gave him unexpected hugs and small pecks on the cheeks and head. But the one thing he didn't think he could get used to yet was when you'd sit on his lap.

Throwing your arms around his neck, the both of you crashed into his awaiting seat. Your legs were thrown on each side of his chair as you straddle him. 

"What's the good news, sweetheart?" Eddie had also gotten into the habit of calling you different pet names, which you happily returned, even the ones that made him blush. 

His giant warm palms began to brush up and down your back as you gazed at him with excitement. Eddie could feel himself flush from not only the unfiltered affection but from the gazes that were thrown your way. 

"I am now a Hawkin's high cheerleader!" You gushed and began to ramble about talking to the coach, but Eddie had already stopped listening. 

He felt dread at the thought of losing you to the IT crowd. He should've seen it coming. He did see it coming. Someone as beautiful and perfect as yourself didn't belong with people like him. You were the pretty girl who didn't have a hard time making friends, getting people to laugh, or even having people fall in love with her. 

"Are we interrupting something?" A voice had teased. Looking over your shoulder, Eddie saw the Cheshire smiles that his friends were giving him. Somehow Eddie had forgotten that you were pretty much on top of him in the middle of the cafeteria in front of everyone. He could feel his face start to flush once again at the realization and at the fact that his hands were pressing your body closer. 

You broke free from Eddie's hold and stood up to face the others. Eddie didn't have time to be upset by your sudden departure since you quickly sat in his lap once you had faced everyone. You had even forced his arms to wrap around you as you played with his hands. 

Eddie buried his face in your shoulder, suddenly feeling shy from the looks he was receiving. "Guess what, guys!? You are looking at an official cheerleader now!" You clapped for yourself as you gently bounced on his lap. 

Eddie's grip tightened around your waist to get you to stop moving. He could feel his dick starting to wake up from its slumber, and he did not want to do the walk of shame to the nearest bathroom.

"Wow, who would've thought," Mike said sarcastically. Eddie's head shot up, and he glared at the boy. "Right?! Like I have two left feet thanks to my mom, but he said that I had just the right amount of spunk that the team needed," you said, completely missing the fact that Mike was being an ass. 

Mike raised his hands in surrender at the look he had received and began to eat his lunch. "We're all happy for you, truly," Jeff said, patting you on the arm. Your beaming smile had made the rest of them feel better even though they knew they would start seeing less and less of you. 

"Just promise you'll remember us, even if you get too popular to be seen with a bunch of freaks." Eddie didn't know why he said that; he knew the promise wouldn't be kept and that you would make better friends than with a bunch of outcasts like the Hellfire. 

Slamming your hands on the table, you forced yourself out of Eddie's arms and stared down at him. His mouth dropped open in shock, not expecting to see a fire in your eyes. 

"You are not a freak! None of you are! A bunch of nerds, but nothing about any of you are freaks. The real freaks are those who choose to wear cheap foam flip-flops with form-fitting jeans! Like, can you imagine, that's so frightening!" You stomped your foot to get your point across. 

Eddie couldn't help but smile up at you as your face was angry at the thought of some questionable fashion choices. 

"Alright, no jeans with flip-flops," Dustin said as everyone was too busy laughing at your analogy. 

"You better not!" You crossed your arms in satisfaction. Your eyes drifted over as you saw Nancy begin to walk by. "Hey, Nancy! I'll be right back, guys." You promised as you ducked down to place a glossy kiss on Eddie's head before running up to your friend. His eyes softened as he watched you walk away. 

"I hope she doesn't change," Garrett said as he turned to face his tray again. Eddie could only nod as he continued to watch you from afar. He hoped and prayed to any spiritual being that was listening that you would stay the same beautiful, even if you decided that you were too cool for them. 

Eddie began to actively try to ignore you. You may have been as dense as a bag of rocks as your father had said lovingly, but you could pick up on the fact that his pet names were being replaced by your real name. You would call out to him in the halls, and he would just keep walking.

 Even in class, he wouldn't look at you no matter how many notes you had passed his way. And at lunch, it was somehow worse; he would keep his bag on his lap to prevent you from sitting on him and wouldn't talk to you directly as much. It hurt, and you didn't understand why he didn't want you around anymore. 

"Like I don't understand, Nancy! I thought everything was going fine. Sure he hasn't taken me out on dates or given me flowers, but that's okay! It wouldn't be the first time I was someone's dirty little secret. But we haven't even had sex yet, but maybe he doesn't want to have sex with me, but that doesn't explain why he hasn't kissed me!" You were sitting on your bed in your pj's as you ranted about boy problems to Nancy. 

Nancy stopped painting your toes to look up at you. "You're dating Eddie Munson?" You sat up and cocked your head to the side. 

"You're my best friend; I thought you knew we were dating?" You quickly fixed your jelly mask as it began to drip down your face from how your head was tilted. Nancy paused and smiled to herself. It was the first time since someone had called her that other than Barb. 

"You're my best friend too, but when did you guys start dating?" She asked. Nancy knew you; she also knew that you had, on several occasions, jumped the gun to claim something as yours.

"We went out to eat after one of Eddie's Hellfire meetings. We ordered a strawberry milkshake which we ended up sharing since the waitress dropped the other one, but we didn't want to wait for her to make another one which was fine. And sure, I chugged the hell out of it, but it was soooo good. But then he dropped me off and drove off! He didn't even kiss me goodbye, and I will admit I did cry a bit, but that's okay. It's not the first time I've cried over a boy," you said, smiling throughout your story. 

Nancy loved you, she thought you were just a peach, but you were far from having any self-awareness. You had reminded her of Steve a little bit with how aloof the two of you were, but you were, strangely enough, worse. 

"Does Eddie know that you're dating? Has he or even you addressed the fact that it was a date? I think he may be a little insecure that you're a cheerleader now," she said. Nancy had accidentally overheard Mike talking to Dustin and Lucas about how Eddie was feeling and figured out it had a part to play with him ignoring you. 

"I mean, he should know that we're dating. He calls me angel, sweetheart, and cutie all the time! But my favorite is when he calls me princess," you said, reaching over to grab one of your stuffed animals before sighing into its faux fur. 

Nancy sighed, knowing she would have to spell it out for you. 

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Monday couldn't have arrived sooner. You were dressed for war. A tight pink and white Metallica shirt (which Shelly had bought and shipped to you from New York) tucked into the waistband of a white skirt, pink and white striped thigh-high socks with your usual pink tennis shoes. Your face was beaten to the max, pink glossy stained lips and eyeliner so sharp it could cut glass. You meant business. 

You kept your head high as you went from class to class. It was one of the off days, you shared only one class with Eddie, but that was after lunch. You did your best to avoid Eddie, knowing that you would ruin the surprise if you saw him. 

You made sure to be one of the first few students out the door once the lunch bell had rung, unintentionally ignoring a voice calling out to you. Running to your locker, you pulled out a bouquet with a mix tape stashed in the back and replaced it with your school bag. Just as you turned around to make your way to the cafeteria, you were boxed in by a pair of arms. 

Looking up at the culprit, your lips formed a frown as one of the baseball jocks looked down at you. Teddy Tanner was in your personal bubble, and you were not a fan. "Didn't you hear me call out to you, doll?" he asked, reaching a hand out to caress your cheek. 

You felt your stomach turn at the feeling, not liking how his hands were soft and lacked calluses on his fingertips like Eddie's. "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear you. Please excuse me, but I have to get to lunch now," you said, trying to duck under his arms. He brought his hands from beside your head and placed them on your shoulder, trapping you in place. 

"What's the hurry, babe? I just wanted to talk to you," he said, eyes drifting down, obviously peeking down your shirt. You may be a bit of a ditz, but you could always tell when someone was looking at your boobs, it was like your superpower. 

"I think we should get to know each other better, maybe a movie? Dinner? And even dessert?" He leaned down a bit more. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to back away further. 

"I'm good. You're pretty much a baby, and I am a grown woman. I may have been held back a couple of years, but I don't have any desire to touch anyone sexually who has recently turned the legal age of an adult." His stance faltered, not expecting you to turn him down, especially not like that. 

You were able to wiggle out from under his hands and begin to make your way towards your desired destination once again. 

You were stopped in your tracks as a hand latched on to your wrist that held the mixtape. Looking for the culprit, you found that Teddy again stopped you from going to Eddie. 

"H-hey! You may think that I'm a boy, but I am very much a man, and I could show you–"

"No, thank you," you said, interrupting him as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp. His grip only got tighter once you had taken a step back. 

"Please let go of me; I have to find Eddie." 

"Eddie? Do you mean Eddie Munson, that freak? You would rather spend time with a loser like him than with me?" Teddy's cheeks became flushed with anger. You hated it when Eddie called himself a freak and even more when people called him a freak. 

"Now that you're a cheerleader, you should ditch the freaks and hang around people like your babe." You didn't have time for this; lunch always seemed to pass quickly once you needed to finish something. 

"Listen, Teddy. I don't see us ending up together, like ever. And I'm going to ask you one last time to let me go–"

"Or what?" Looking around, no one attempted to do anything but step around the two of you. The few eyes you caught decided to turn away and continue on their way. You could feel Teddy slowly begin to tighten his hold on your wrist.

"Hey! Let her go!" Looking over, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike began to charge over. Teddy's laugh was cut short as he was soon on his ass. He could only blink in response, slowly processing what had happened. He reached up to touch his face; his fingertips were quickly coated in blood leaking from his nose.

The hallway became eerily silent as everyone had finally turned to take the situation in. You had punched Teddy Tanner in the face. The roses in your hand were missing a few of their lovely petals. You slowly unclenched your fist and saw that the stems were broken. 

"Oh, no!" You could feel the tears build up in the corner of your eyes at the sight of the once luxurious flowers in a now pitiful state. 

"Look what you did! I asked you to let go and leave me alone, and now you ruined Eddie's flowers." 

Your chest began to feel hot with rage. You looked down at Teddy and brought your leg back before kicking him as hard as you could in his crotch. "Jerk!" You began to run away as tears traveled down your cheeks. 

"Holy shit! We've got to get Eddie," Dustin said, looking at his two friends who were just as confused as he was. 

You attempted to clean your face, but the tears wouldn't stop, making your mascara smear even more. The sight of your reflection only caused you to cry harder. You had locked yourself in the nearest bathroom that you could find.

The roses were placed in a nearby sink as you gently tucked the mixtape into your bra. Your perfect plan for the perfect day was ruined, and you just wanted to go home and cuddle with your cat, Puff. There was a knock on your door before a voice spoke out. 

"Sweetheart? It's Eddie." Your eyes widened, and you tried to clean your face faster, not wanting him to see you in such a state.

"Can you please let me be an angel? I just want to make sure you're okay." 

"I-I look hideous," you hiccupped, not moving away from your spot near the mirror. Your eyes were red and swollen, your cheeks were stained by the mascara, and even your petal pink lip gloss had been smeared across your lips. 

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, baby. It doesn't matter what you wear or how your makeup looks. I'm always going to be crazy about you," he said, his voice slightly muffled by the door. 

Your lip buckled, but your need for a hug outweighed how you looked, so you made your way to the door. Unlocking the lock, you took several steps back to prevent the door from hitting you. Eddie had only cracked the door just enough before slipping in and locking it behind him.

He felt his heart constrict in his chest at the frown on your lovely face. He was right; even with your face in the state it was in, he still thought that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure to see. He cooed gently and opened his arms to you. You sniffled before launching yourself into his arms. He leaned against the wall and rubbed your back gently. 

"What's wrong, princess? Why the tears?" he asked. You only shook your head as incoherent babbles escaped your lips. "C'mon, princess. If I don't know what's wrong, I can't fix it." You slowly moved away and towards the sink. 

You kept your head down as you handed him the tattered bouquet. "I got these for you. I also made this over the weekend," you said, pulling the mixtape out of your bra to hand it to Eddie. You whimpered as a couple of petals fell to the ground. 

Eddie was frozen in shock. The mixtape was labeled "Eddiebear" with a heart next to it. And even though the flowers would be dead by tomorrow, he was still profoundly touched by the gesture. 

"These are for me?" He couldn't believe it; a girl, not just any girl, you, had done all of this for him. 

"Yeah… Nancy told me that you didn't realize that we were dating, and then it all started to make sense after she explained everything. I wanted to ask you out in front of everyone during lunch so that you wouldn't have to feel insecure about us anymore, but stupid Teddy got in my way." Your voice had wavered during your explanation, but his heart was practically beating harder in his chest the longer you spoke. 

On his way over, he had been told by the boys what had happened, but he still wanted to hear it from you. He thought it was hot that you had not only defended him but yourself. 

His emotions finally took over as you continued your rambling, and he leaned in and placed his lips on your own. Your eyes widened before you closed them tight; throwing your arms over his shoulder, you attempted to pull him closer, but he pulled away. 

"Ah, ah! My flowers," he said, lifting them between you. The smile on his face showed that he was just messing with you as they were already in terrible shape. Laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a quick kiss.

"I promise to get you some more when we go out on our first date," you promised, holding out your pinky. His cheeks flushed, but he still giggled and linked his little finger with your own.

"I'll be holding you to that princess."

[hangmanssunnies]

I love the dynamic between these two so much! It's so sassy and fun and just fantastic, honestly. I know this character isn't like he has the biggest fandom; however, I appreciate you writing something that you had fun with for him anyway. And I appreciate you sharing it with us to read ever more!!! Some thoughts and comments I had are below.

“I’m sure your day is just riding on my answer, but I don’t feel particularly inclined on telling you that,” you huff, heart rate doubling when he laughs, looking away from you for the first time as he grins widely."

She is so sassy, and I love that and I know Finn is going to have wayyyy too much fun with it too.

"You weren’t at all oblivious to the way you looked. Certainly you were no Raquel Welch, but most days you could manage something in the realm of Christie Brinkley or Cheryl Ladd, which was pretty damn good. You had your mother to thank for that, though your dad was no slouch either, but considering your mother couldn’t walk ten steps without someone recognising her from her Miss Texas win almost thirty years ago, you’ll give her most of the credit. As a result of your parent’s contributions, you’d become aware fairly quickly of the effect you tended to have on men, especially College men."

She is just hot... we all know it. I mean, I know you put it this way, which I loved, and also, all the efforts you went to with the time-accurate references are great, and the back story building is wonderful. However, the truth still is she is hot. And Finn is going to be a lucky lucky guy.

Oh, that’s right! You just failed to catch it!” you tease, watching as he winces dramatically and grasps at his chest. “You wound me sweetheart!” he exclaims ruefully, and despite the vaguely amicable antagonism, you can see now why he and Beverly are friends. “Then we’re even.” You say. You already agree with the redhead’s earlier assessment; the two of you were going to get along famously.

They have such good banter, and the way you wrote this dialogue was so snappy and well written. I love it.

“So, why don’t we go get a drink in your hand, and then you can tell me which day works for our upcoming date.” Finn gives a slight flourish, and while his whole demeanour is still clearly put on, there is an endearing element to his theatrics, a silliness that you might find more charming if it didn’t feel so much like he was performing for you.

I really enjoyed this description of Finn's demeanor and wanted to point it out. He is obviously so endearing, but the way he plays it up is too much. It could be a turn-off, luckily not for Kimber, though. Anyway, I just loved this little moment.

“Thanks! I feel like one of ‘Charlie’s Angels’,” you gush a little, briefly feeling silly for bringing up the comparison, however, this time Finn’s smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in that way you liked, making his whole face seem softer and more natural, pouring with warmth."

EYE CRINKLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSS. Eye crinkles are everything and the most possible pretty reaction, and I like how genuine he was over something she was ready to be embarrassed over.

That earns a hearty laugh from Finn, who shrugs a shoulder in admittance at that point at the very least. He’d returned at last to watching you fondly, and you think once more that Beverley had been spot on in introducing the two of you. You’re pretty sure Finn is the only man who would so happily, or nonchalantly debate with you about the size of other men’s cocks, just as you’re sure that you’re the only woman on campus who has ever challenged him on it.

I love her explanation so much and how she handled the cock size situation. It was so good and funny. Also girl you are stating facts about how most men be in regards to that aspect of their anatomy. XD

You blink and stare at him as you process, not even bothering to hide your captivation, but it lasts for mere seconds before your lips are curling into a coy smile to match his own. You copy his move then, dropping your eyes to take in the front of his jeans, but you don’t look back up again as he had. Instead, you reach out and begin tracing his belt buckle. Finn inhales sharply, clearly taken off guard by your forwardness, which was clearly working for him. You’re momentarily distracted from his belt as you catch sight of the rather sizable bulge forming at the front of his pants, giving you a pretty good idea of what the verdict should be. You lick your lips without really thinking, but take full advantage of the way Finn’s eyes follow the movement, tracing the path over your now wet mouth as he awaits your answer. You lean in, closing the miniscule distance between you at last, and give his belt a teasing little tug toward you.

The tensions and sexiness between these two is just so so sooo real and tangible and good.

I can't wait to see what happens with these two next! Also, for us to find the verdict of just what size that cock is and how Finn treats Kimber. <3

Just Another Thing – [1]

Walt 'Finn' Finnegan x Reader/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might've thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan's usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm'.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn't come up very often.

Notes: oh boy oh boy oh boy you have no clue how excited i am for this fic. it's literally been in the works for over a year. i'd even go as far as to say it's my fave fic in recent memory!!! Im not sure yet how many parts, but the story does have a beginning and end.

It's not necessary to have watched the film before reading this fic, as this is set in the year after, around 1982, however certain character dynamics could be confusing. Also i definitely headcanon Finn and Beverly becoming good friends, hidden beneath a layer of exasperation of course but he is definitely the type to go to all the theatre stuff like come on look at him!!!!!

okay enough from me now heres the fic I really hope you enjoy!!!

You register the alarm on your friends’ face’s far too late to do anything, and the next thing you know you’re clutching the crown of your head, a dull throbbing ache now pulsing under your fingertips.

It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation, you’ve been hit in the head by a ball plenty of times, but the sheer weight behind this particular impact stood out to you. That, and you knew it couldn’t have been the volleyball you and your friend’s were playing with, because you currently held it.

“What the fu–” you begin angrily, already whipping around in the direction you’d been hit, cutting yourself off at the sight of an approaching man, a look of genuine remorse painted on his features as he jogs toward you. Behind him, a group of guys with baseball gloves watch on with various cringing expressions. Just as the man nears you, his eyes subtly travel up and down your figure, his lip quirking with approval, but he keeps his face apologetic. He comes to a stop several feet away, where the baseball had landed, but doesn’t take his eyes off of you, placing his hands on his hips and lifting his chin at you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he says, and it at least sounds sincere. “Roper’s never had much of an eye.”

You purse your lips, but try not to look too angry. He was cute, you realise dumbly, still rubbing your head. Dirty blond hair settled in light waves at the top of his collar, a matching blond moustache groomed neatly above his upper lip. He was tall, broad across the shoulders and chest in a way you’d only ever really seen on guys who worked out, athletes and the like. He also looked a little older than a lot of the students you’d see walking around campus, and he certainly didn’t approach you with the confidence of a freshman, so you figure he must be at least an upperclassmen.

“Well, maybe y'all should work on that with him,” you grumble lightly, and drop your hand.

“You okay?” he nods at your head, and you shift to lean on one foot, not missing the flicker of his eyes to watch as you do, or the way he lingers on your rapidly rising and falling chest before he meets your eye again.

“Isn’t the first time, certainly won’t be the last. Hair probably won’t sit right tonight, though,” you complain.

“Big date?” he asks, the teasing tone unmistakable. You lift your chin a little indignantly.

“I’m sure your day is just riding on my answer, but I don’t feel particularly inclined on telling you that,” you huff, heart rate doubling when he laughs, looking away from you for the first time as he grins widely.

“Well, how about this,” he starts once he’s sobered, bending down to swipe the baseball from the grass, taking a step toward you as he does. “The next time I see you, I promise you won’t get hit in the head,” he waves the ball as if you need reminding, but takes another step closer. “And you tell me what night works best to take you out?”

You fail to hide the amused smile that pulls at your lips, but then again, you weren’t really one for playing hard to get. You can see now that he’s only a few feet away, that his eyes are a startling green, and you think you wouldn’t mind running into him again, sans head injury.

“Alright,” you tell him, stepping back with a nod. “Next time.”

It takes all of your will power to turn away from him and move back towards your friends, though you feel his eyes on you for some distance, and make sure you swing your hips just a little more than you usually might.

Part of you regrets not making plans then and there, but the other part of you shivers at the already building tension of your potential next meeting.

Squinting at your reflection in the mirror, you flip your feathery waves once more over your shoulder, before almost immediately letting it fall back where it was. Just as you’d predicted, thanks to the decent-sized lump on the crown of your head, your Jerry Hall blowout was looking less supermodel and more super-odd.

Scrunching your nose as you mess with your tresses one last time, let out a huff, and force yourself to turn away, just in time for Nancy to appear at your open door, her curled fingers tapping gently on the wood.

“Hey Kimber,” she begins, pausing to give you a whistle as you exit your bathroom and do a twirl for her. Your collared halter-neck jumpsuit was supposed to be worn with a ruffle-neck blouse, but you’d never intended to style it that way, not to mention it was tight enough that you’re not totally sure you’d even be able to fit said blouse beneath it anyway.

“Something’s telling me Miss Texas ‘56 didn’t have this particular ensemble in mind when she ordered this for you outta her fancy lil’ Saks catalogue…” Nancy teases. You roll your eyes.

“Saks don’t do catalogues.” you correct her with a faux air of haughtiness, but don’t bother to contend her point. All of your housemates were more than familiar with your former Beauty Queen mother, despite never having met her. The monthly ‘care packages’ she sent you, filled with various ‘in season’ (see: frivolous) items of clothing and ‘essentials’ spoke volumes about who exactly Mrs Charlene Wynne was. That mostly just amounting to ‘eternally neurotic but well-meaning’. 

Nancy pokes her tongue out at you and scoffs out a laugh.

“Whatever, the point is; Mama doesn't always know best. You look foxy!”

You let out a laugh and smooth your hands over your thighs, thanking her softly.

You weren’t at all oblivious to the way you looked. Certainly you were no Raquel Welch, but most days you could manage something in the realm of Christie Brinkley or Cheryl Ladd, which was pretty damn good. You had your mother to thank for that, though your dad was no slouch either, but considering your mother couldn’t walk ten steps without someone recognising her from her Miss Texas win almost thirty years ago, you’ll give her most of the credit. As a result of your parent’s contributions, you’d become aware fairly quickly of the effect you tended to have on men, especially College men.

“Did you need me for something?” you prompt after a few more moments of Nancy preening over your outfit, remembering that she had come up here with a purpose some minutes ago now. Nancy blinks, before she makes a soft gasping sound, and straightens up.

“That’s right! Beverley arrived a little while ago, she was asking for you!” she informs you, waving her hand in the vague direction of the stairs and the party quickly coming to life on the first floor.

“I’m coming now!” you tell her, giving your hair one last flip before you move for your door, closing it behind you and quickly following Nancy as she all but skips. 

The ‘little’ get together had officially started a little while ago, but you’d had a study group that had run long, meaning you were now fashionably late to your own houseparty, if there were even such a thing.

Almost immediately once you crest the lower steps, you feel yourself shift into focus, totally in your element now, a cool, easy smile finding a place on your features. It isn’t difficult for you to move through the light throngs of people, despite your arrival not going unnoticed by those around you, but instead of excusing yourself meekly past distracted conversationalists, you’re liked enough that partygoers both consciously and subconsciously make way for you, plenty of familiar faces greeting you warmly in passing as you go.

You aren't surprised to find the kitchen milling with guests too, though the music is a little quieter here, so you figure it will remain more sparsely populated until later in the night, when everyone is comfortably tipsy.

“Kimberley!” A female voice calls out, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’d come to expect as much from anyone deeply involved in theatre.

“Beverly!” you match her energy, volume and all, knowing that she was likely already feeling a little out of place among the other guests, who were all mostly part of the College’s various sports teams and who you suspect weren’t even aware there even was a theatre program.

You can’t stop yourself from grinning ecstatically, overjoyed to see your friend for the first time since classes had commenced for the year. However, you feel more than you see the redhead that collides with you, her much shorter frame crashing into yours with a comforting force, and thanks to your non incosiderable height, as well as your many years playing volleyball, you hardly even budge from the impact, even in your chunky platform heels. You quickly hug Beverley in return, but far sooner than you’d like, she’s pulling back and launching into what sounds like a planned monologue.

“Okay! So, you know how ages ago I said I was going to set you up with one of Jake’s housemates from the baseball house?” Beverly starts, already waving her hands expressively, her expression bright and excited. You search your mind, but honestly, you aren’t sure if the conversation sounds familiar or not. You’d had a lot of people say similar things to you throughout your college career so far. Most of the time they were totally off-base matches, but you were always happy to experience new things, new people.

Beverley doesn’t wait for your reply though, clapping her hands and rubbing them together.

“Well, of course the team was invited tonight, meaning I can finally introduce you!” she exclaims, looking wildly over her shoulder, as though the person in question was supposed to be just behind her. When she sees an empty kitchen, she frowns and purses her lips. The glimmer of annoyance is wiped from her face by the time she’s looking back at you, and she huffs good-naturedly.

“I told him to wait for me…” she links your arms as she speaks, and you happily let her lead you to the kitchen door, where a light bubble of conversation floats through from outside. You have to let out a laugh at her sheer excitement, which appears genuine, though not in her usual manner. 

The usual manner meaning that every so often when the two of you found yourselves at the same club or bar, whenever she or her friend’s were being bothered, the pretty redhead would giddily inform you that she had someone she wanted you to meet, then standing back and watching gleefully as you casually sapped up the creep’s attention, only to bluntly shoot him down and send him off. 

You don’t get the feeling this is one of those times, but from what you knew of the baseball team, you very well may have to do some shooing on your own behalf tonight.

Outside on the tiny back-deck, a small group of people had gathered and right away your brain sparks with familiarity, though you have very little time to consider this before Beverley is releasing your arm and stepping forward. She smiles brightly as she sweeps between you and a man who turns around as if on cue.

“Finn, this is Kimberley Wynn! Kimberley, this is Finn! I am almost certain that the two of you will get along famously,” Beverely announces with a flourish and a wink. You and Finn both blink startled at one another for several moments, before mutual recognition quickly sets in. Your lips slowly pull into a wide grin, and you don’t bother hiding the fact that you’re now looking him over with no subtly, just as he’d done to you earlier in the park. 

“I’m not about to get clobbered again, am I?” you begin flirtily, glad that the man, Finn, recognises you as well, though unlike you, he seems to avoid taking the opportunity to check you out again, to his loss. Instead, he smiles big, almost showmanly, and takes up a slight lean on the railing behind him.

“If it’s any consolation, your hair looks great,” Finn replies cooly, and it’s almost as though you’d never parted ways at all. You flick your hair over your shoulder, seeing how his eyes follow the movement before they’re locked back on yours and you already know you’ve got this man hook, line and sinker.

“Luckily for you,” you sniff, though your smile undercuts any real resentment. Finn seems to grin a little wider then, more genuinely than the showman smile. You think the way his eyes crinkle in the corners is sweet, and that he should smile that way all the time.

“Wait, you two already know each other?!” Beverley cuts in, suddenly reminding you that she was in fact still standing there, watching and listening. “How?!” the redhead demands, not going so far as to stomp a foot, but she does cross her arms in a huff as she looks between the two of you in betrayed disbelief, though you note most of her ire seems directed at Finn.

The blonde swings his gaze back to the shorter woman, seemingly tickled by her apparent annoyance, yet his teasing expression is full to the brim with endeared fondness. You get the impression that this was the natural state of their friendship, and that Finn is about to say something inflammatory just to get a bigger rise, which might be a little funny, but you cut in before he can speak, relieving Beverly of her confusion.

“All Star over here threw a baseball at my head this afternoon,” you say pointedly, making sure he doesn’t mistake your happiness to see him for forgiveness. Finn holds his hands up then, and jerks a thumb in the direction of a man in the larger group of party goers on the porch.

“Roper threw a baseball at your head this afternoon,” he corrects you, as though that should absolve you of your attitude.

“Oh, that’s right! You just failed to catch it!” you tease, watching as he winces dramatically and grasps at his chest.

“You wound me sweetheart!” he exclaims ruefully, and despite the vaguely amicable antagonism, you can see now why he and Beverly are friends.

“Then we’re even.” You say. You already agree with the redhead’s earlier assessment; the two of you were going to get along famously.

Finn shrugs in a manner that reads more as relenting than indifference, and at least some of his overly performative act comes away. Beverley scoffs a laugh, rolling her eyes heavily as she reaches out to shove Finn in the arm. He sways, you think for her benefit, which makes you smile.

“Only you could throw a baseball that hits the one girl on campus who’d actually put up with you…” she snorts, seemingly assuming his chances with you were now dashed. Finn raises a finger in protest.

“As we just discussed, I only failed to catch the ball that hit the one girl on campus who may or may not be willing to put up with me. I’d like that to go on record.” He smiles at her simperingly. Beverley regards him with a withering look for several seconds, before choosing to ignore him entirely, turning to you.

“Have fun.” she says, sounding much more like her usual manner, though before you can tell her it’s alright, she’s already spun away, and when you find her again, she’s tucking herself under the arm of her boyfriend, Jake.

You shake your head, and look back at Finn, finding his gaze already locked on you. He pushes away from the railing then, and steps toward you.

“You know what this is?” he asks you, once more sounding like an actor reading lines, and gesturing between you. “Fate.” he says, lowering his voice somewhat like it was a secret just for the two of you.

You cock your head at his odd little act, though you aren’t entirely un-charmed by it. It was rather different to when you’d met this afternoon, despite his blatant flirting then, now it was as if you were speaking with a completely different person. A stage magician, perhaps.

“So, why don’t we go get a drink in your hand, and then you can tell me which day works for our upcoming date.” Finn gives a slight flourish, and while his whole demeanour is still clearly put on, there is an endearing element to his theatrics, a silliness that you might find more charming if it didn’t feel so much like he was performing for you.

He offers you his arm graciously, which you can imagine combined with his hyped up charm, would have plenty of women already giggling into their sleeves, which you don’t do, but you do place your other hand over his warm skin as well, and allow him to lead you back into the kitchen.

“So what’ll it be? Beer? Fruity punch? Fruity punch and beer?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and even though he’s still playing a role of some kind, it’s not hard for you to see through it.

“Fruity punch,” you say decisively. “Can’t stand the taste of beer.” You tell him honestly, watching as he goes about procuring you a glass of the punch you yourself had made, and appreciating the effort he puts in to make sure you have at least two cherries, though, you don’t think he means it to be suggestive, despite your own thoughts going straight to the gutter over the matter.

“So, what you’re saying is; I should switch to the punch if I want to test this theory about you being the one girl on campus who’ll put up with me later?” he asks in amusement, at last handing you your drink, his eyes sparkling. You accept the drink and give a noncommittal shrug as you take a small sip. 

“Oh, that’s not necessary, but I’ll certainly appreciate it later.” You really feel no need to go along with his act, not seeing any reason to play coy about your intentions, not in the way he seemed to feel was par for the course at least. You watch as Finn takes a moment to actually process your words, a brief mix of surprise and curiosity passing over his features, but it’s quickly covered up by a much more ‘cool’ looking mask.

You have to crack a smile at his sheer determination to convince you to have sex with him, the poor man somehow didn’t realise he was preaching to the choir.

“You really do look fantastic, by the way,” Finn says after a few moments of awkward quiet pass. You push aside your amusement, and grin happily at him, smoothing your hand over the material fondly.

“Thanks! I feel like one of ‘Charlie’s Angels’,” you gush a little, briefly feeling silly for bringing up the comparison, however, this time Finn’s smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in that way you liked, making his whole face seem softer and more natural, pouring with warmth.

“Trust me, Farrah’s got nothing on you right now,” he tells you sweetly, continuing to fondly watch you preen, not just at the compliment, but because you think this might be the first time all evening he isn’t speaking from some kind of script.

The moment passes quickly, though, and as you duck your head to accept his praise, you see his face momentarily scrunching up in a wince, like he was scolding himself for saying something so saccharine. You consider telling him that you found the sweetness endlessly more endearing than any of the other lines so far, but you hold your tongue. You had a small feeling that his pretence was really more about him, than about you, at least to a degree.

Finn is about halfway through earnestly telling you about his apparently ‘average’ sized cock when you at last run out of patience. The gimmick itself was entertaining enough, definitely an original approach to picking up women, and you’d even played along to start with, but you can’t help wondering why you’re standing around talking about his cock when you could be doing other things with it instead.

While he’s still talking, you reach into your pocket and dig around for a moment, before you find what you’re after. Finn trails off when you turn and lay the coin face-side up on his forearm. He blinks at it in confusion, for a few seconds, before looking questioningly up at you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask before he can speak again, and force yourself not to pump your fist triumphantly when his confusion is quickly replaced with affection. Sure, you knew he wanted to have sex with you already, but now he thought you were cute, too.

“Alright,” he answers simply, fully angling his body toward yours, leaning in closer to you at the same time.

“So, this whole ‘average sized cock’ thing, does it actually work? I mean, has it worked when you’ve used it before?” you tip your head up at him, genuinely curious, but you don’t miss the way Finn’s features fall blank for a second after you speak, his smile fading, replaced with mild discomfort. He seems to shift back from you slightly, regarding you once more before he replies.

“I guess this is the time it doesn’t.” He all but mutters, his frown deepening as he looks away from you again, clearing his throat this time and straightening up, obviously embarrassed. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks back at you evenly.

“Could’ve stopped me earlier,” he says a little stiffly, though seemingly coming to terms with whatever direction he now thought this conversation was taking. You can’t help yourself then, his sulking making you laugh, fully and joyfully, but before he can sulk further, you lay your hand gently on his arm, over the penny, and give him a light squeeze. You shake your head as your laughter dies down, and fix him with a warm expression

“I never said it wasn’t working– in a manner of speaking,” You softly tell him, watching as he blinks down at you. You hurry to explain. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t working, but only because it’s totally unbelievable.”

Finn at last relaxes somewhat, though his slight frown remains as he considers your complaint.

“What’s so unbelievable about it?” he demands, in a way that tells you this pick-up tactic was one he was proud of, though clear playfulness had returned to his voice.

Confident that you were now talking, actually talking to Finn as he was, and not as he thought would get him laid, you feel energised to engage with the subject matter more seriously. You scoff and roll your eyes at his indignation.

“Firstly,” you start, shifting to lean on your hip, bringing you closer once again. “No guy is ever going to accept, let alone admit that he has an average sized-cock, and he’s definitely not going to admit it to a woman he wants to fuck.” You say matter-of-factly, though you didn’t have anything more than your not-insubstantial intimate experiences with men to go off of as proof.

“Guys who really are average, don’t think that they are, and they probably never will because no woman is going to bring up the fact that his seven inch cock looks suspiciously closer to five.” you wave your hands a little, not realising before now that you really had any firm opinions on this subject.

You see the cogs in Finn’s brain turning as he regards your words with something that resembles amused but genuine interest. You figure he hadn’t expected you to really have a point, which to be fair, you hadn’t expected either. You do plan to let him respond, but you suddenly remember something else you’d been thinking about earlier, when he’d first brought up the concept.

“–And! In my experience, guys who do have big cocks, they don’t really say anything, or they mislead you entirely, so that they can get off on hearing you telling him how big he is.”

That earns a hearty laugh from Finn, who shrugs a shoulder in admittance at that point at the very least. He’d returned at last to watching you fondly, and you think once more that Beverley had been spot on in introducing the two of you. You’re pretty sure Finn is the only man who would so happily, or nonchalantly debate with you about the size of other men’s cocks, just as you’re sure that you’re the only woman on campus who has ever challenged him on it.

Finn hums in thought. “So, you believe men will only ever overcompensate or undercompensate?” he asks, but it's more of a statement. He watches you intently as he tips his chin, and you nod.

“Exactly.”

A moment passes between the two of you, before Finn leans forward, right into your space, wearing a pleased smirk.

“In that case honey,” he starts, voice sounding a little deeper now, huskier somehow. “What’s the verdict then?” he stares at you unwaveringly, challenging you. You frown.

“The verdict on what?” you ask, though at this point you couldn’t muster much genuine interest, not when all this verbal foreplay was slowing down the process of getting him in your bedroom for some actual foreplay.

Finn’s smirk grows then, seemingly glad you’d asked. You watch as his eyes dip briefly down to your chest, where his height and closeness grant him a very good view of your tits. He meets your gaze again before he speaks.

“Do you think I’m overcompensating, or undercompensating?”

You blink and stare at him as you process, not even bothering to hide your captivation, but it lasts for mere seconds before your lips are curling into a coy smile to match his own. You copy his move then, dropping your eyes to take in the front of his jeans, but you don’t look back up again as he had. Instead, you reach out and begin tracing his belt buckle. Finn inhales sharply, clearly taken off guard by your forwardness, which was clearly working for him.

You’re momentarily distracted from his belt as you catch sight of the rather sizable bulge forming at the front of his pants, giving you a pretty good idea of what the verdict should be. You lick your lips without really thinking, but take full advantage of the way Finn’s eyes follow the movement, tracing the path over your now wet mouth as he awaits your answer. You lean in, closing the miniscule distance between you at last, and give his belt a teasing little tug toward you.

“Y’know, I haven’t a clue,” you lie nonchalantly, your smile only growing when you use his belt to pull yourself in and press right up against his front. “But I’d love to find out.”