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tti episode 7

“Last time on Total Takes Island! Our campers were put to the test in a battle against their fears. Not all succeeded, but all were very entertaining. Mal and Courtney finally fought out their differences in the ring, and Mal revealed her actual not-so-nice personality and her bad habit of throwing challenges, which ultimately led to her stroll down the walk of shame. How will the team ever bounce back from their inner turmoil and their vicious losing streak? Find out today, on Total! Takes! Island!”

The Flying Fujoshis walk in relative silence towards the beach, where they’ve been summoned for today’s challenge. Now only down to only six competitors, a certain sense of urgency hangs in the air.

McLovin walks ahead of the group (partly thanks to his long legs) and Ass jogs to keep up with him. “Hey, McLovin!”

“Oh, hey, man,” he says, turning in their direction. “What’s up?”

“Oh, I just thought you might want a walk-friend. Buddy system, right? Haha,”

“Uh… yeah, for sure,”

Courtney watches from a few feet behind and then stops, putting her hands on her hips and glaring. Sha-Mod crashes into her, his field of vision obscured by the Lighting image.

“Sha-Hey! What’s the hold up?”

They seethe. “Look at Ass. Mal’s not even gone one day and they’re already getting all chummy. McLovin was my ally first!”

“Woah, we can’t call dibs on a guy, guy,” Sha-Mod says, standing alongside Courtney as they begin walking again. “It’s not fair to him.”

“They’re such a flooz. They’re flirting,”

“Sha-are they?” Sha-Mod lifts up the image just a tiny bit and watches as Ass giggles and playfully elbows McLovin’s ribs a little too hard. He keels over for a moment, coughing, and then smiles back. “Damn… they sha-are.”

The two overhear a snippet of their conversation.

“Stop, MC you are too funny!”

“I call him MC. That was my nickname first!” Courtney shouts before Sha-Mod covers their mouth and shakes his head.

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“Alright, campers! Today’s challenge is simple: canoeing! You’ll be paddling across the lake to Bony Island, where you’ll carry your canoes to the other side of the island, and then build a rescue fire that’ll be judged by moi. The first team to return with their canoes win!

And… well, Scruffy, I’m sure you’ve got this,”

Scruffy stands. “Everyone make sure to not take anything off the island. According to local legend, if you do, you’ll be permanently cursed,”

Everyone looks at each other nervously.

“Now, get a move on!”

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“Let’s partner up. Luckily, we have an even amount of members, so this shouldn’t be hard,” Courtney smiles. “Let’s see… Bonnie and Caesar, you two will go together, and… Me and McLovin-”

Sha-Mod and Ass both shout at once. “Hey!”

“What? We’ve been friends since the Awake-a-Thon. Bonnie and Caesar are friends, McLovin and I are friends… it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t you think we should sha-mix it up for once?”

Courtney sighs, watching the Anons set off, Max having assigned everyone a partner already. “Okay, fine. McLovin, go with Bonnie. Sha-Mod and Caesar. Ass, you’re with me,”

No one seems particularly happy about the arrangements, but at least everyone is equally miserable.

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Austin and Kelly sit in their boat, ignoring their oars and simply relaxing in the sun instead. Kelly leans over the edge of the boat, their finger dipping in the water while Austin leans back.

“How about O, baby?”

“Oh, I don't know,” Kelly sighs. “He seems a little… neurotic.”

“Most of the people here are, baby. Not Austin, though, I’m cool as a cucumber, yeah!”

Kelly sighs happily. “I like that,”

Max’s canoe paddles by quickly, and he yells as he and Staci pass. “MOVE!”

Staci pants from within their canoe, smiling. “You know, my great-great-great grand aunt Pattie-”

Max pops in a pair of ear-plugs

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MAX: “I admire Staci's upper body strength much more when I can't hear them."

---

Julia and Michael paddle their canoe behind Max and Staci’s, albeit at a much less stressed pace. “Should we go faster?” Michael asks, watching the two ahead.

Julia shrugs. “Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it. The Fujos are way behind,”

“Yeah, but-”

“Plus, Max kinda has a stick up his ass, you know? I mean, where’s the fire, right?”

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JULIA: “and I am not being manipulative, by the way. Michael is desperate for friends, and I could use an ally. It’s a parasitic relationship,” she pauses to think. “Wait- no, that’s not right.”

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“We are in the middle of a challenge, and with-”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll win. I’m pretty confident in our abilities. I mean, yours at least,” Julia smiles. “Think about everyone else on the team- what do they bring to the table? Scruffy is a know-it-all, Staci is delusional, Max is a Smurf… when you think about it, you and I are like, the only good players.”

Frollo and Scary’s canoe floats by as they fight each other inside, Scary biting down on Frollo’s Bible as he holds it and tries to shake her off. Both Michael and Julia watch in silence until they’re out of frame.

“Um… yeah, I guess so,”

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Caesar huffs, wiping the sweat off his brow in the scorching sun.

Sha-Mod watches in silence as Caesar turns to look at him, expectedly. A long silence follows as they stare at each other.

Caesar turns back and sighs. “I miss Bonnie,”

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Bonnie and McLovin sit on their canoe in an equally awkward silence, looking back and forth at each other every few seconds.

“So…” McLovin finally starts up a conversation, looking to the sky nervously. “What kind of music do you like?”

“I don’t really listen to music,” Bonnie says in a monotone voice.

“That’s cool. I like old school hip-hop and some classic rap. My buddy Joner and I have the biggest collection of Eminem concert ticket stubs in the Midwest,”

“Wow, that’s fascinating,” they put bluntly. “Let me guess, you like superhero movies and cop shows, too?”

“Nah, not really, I don’t watch a lot of TV. I like video games more,”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow and turns to look back at McLovin in the back of the canoe. “What kind of video games?’

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Even though Scruffy and O are ahead of everyone but Max and Staci, they’re not faring too well. Every few minutes, Scruffy stops to write something down on their notepad, forcing O to take the brunt of the work as he’s too polite to object.

O scratches his nose- Scruffy writes- O coughs- Scruffy writes- O checks his B.O.- Scruffy writes. The sound of scribbling is driving him up the wall, and it's taking a lot for him not to jump overboard.

“Hey, man? I don’t wanna be a bother, but maybe you could save the writing until we’re on land?” O asks, teeth gritted as he forces a smile. “Or when there are other people around?”

“Oh… I guess,” Scruffy sighs, putting away their notepad. As they do, a thick fog begins to roll in, shrouding the canoes in a grayish tint and making it impossible to see anything ahead.

O squints. “Man, where did this fog come in? It was sunny today,”

“I remember this- we’re almost there,”

The fog clears up a bit, and the figure of a large skull-shaped rock formation on the side of a cliff comes into view. Bony Island- in all its newly cleaned-up glory. A red canoe on the beach appears from the mist, and then Staci and Max as they wait on the sands.

Scruffy and O dock their boat, followed closely by Julia and Michael. On the other side of the beach, Ass and Courtney pull up, followed by Bonnie and McLovin, who seem to be getting along just fine.

Max sighs. “I swear to God…”

Just as Caesar and Sha-Mod roll onto the sands, Kelly and Austin follow. “Let’s move!” Max and Courtney yell in unison, prompting the teams to pick up their canoes and start running through the woods.

Within five minutes, each and every pair has slowed to a walk, wheezing and huffing as their arms shake from the weight of the heavy wooden boats. McLovin hangs limply from his, forcing Bonnie to carry both the canoe and their partner. This time, no one argues to have McLovin on their side.

“We gotta be close, right?” O groans.

Scruffy smiles faintly. “Just a few more hours,”

Everyone lets out a loud wail of agony as they continue down the dark, musty path, surrounded by bones. Max and Staci pause for a moment to readjust and Max turns to see Frollo and Scary dragging their boat behind them, full of skulls from the scattered remains around the trail.

“Um… what is this?”

“We’re going to give them a proper Christian burial,” Frollo states, matter-of-factly.

Scary giggles. “We’re splitting them 50/50,”

“I think you guys are supposed to carry the canoes over your heads, not on the ground,” Michael says, walking by. Julia is at the back of their boat, looking winded, though Michael doesn’t seem particularly bothered.

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MICHAEL: “Joner was really my only friend growing up, so I spent a lot of time carrying him around. I’m kinda used to heavy lifting- and wrestling, boxing, camping, you know- guy stuff.”

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Caesar huffs, looking back at Sha-Mod with disdain, and then to Bonnie and McLovin, and then back to Sha-Mod.

“Hey, Sha… Guy?”

Sha-Mod grunts in response. Caesar gestures between their canoe and the one adjacent to them. “Tradesies?”

Sha-Mod seems to light up (though it’s hard to tell) and immediately drops his end of the canoe, running over to McLovin and Bonnie- who seems thoroughly relieved as they switch places.

“Hey!” Courtney and Ass shout as McLovin and Sha-Mod run past them. “You can’t do that! We have to stick with our partners!”

“Says who!” Sha-Mod yells back.

Courtney growls, dropping the canoe on Ass, who shouts angrily, to run after them.

Ass throws the boat off their head and runs too, catching up with the trio just as Courtney blocks their path, frowning deeply. “If we’re gonna share, we’re gonna do it fairly”

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McLovin attempts to balance between the two canoes as Sha-Mod carries the center of one and Ass and Courtney carry the ends of the other.

The balancing act is slow and tedious as Bonnie and Caesar pass, walking slowly and idly chatting. Even Frollo, Scary, and their army of skull-children drag ahead of the four.

Courtney huffs, and then pauses for a moment. “Did you guys hear that?”

Scruffy walks by, nodding solemnly, and then states matter-of-factly: “Wooly beavers,”

“Um,” Ass says, suddenly pale. “What?”

A rustling from the bushes behind them spurs the entire group to scream and run, pursued by a pack of ginormous rodents.

Courtney, Ass, McLovin, and Sha-Mod run ahead of everyone else, garnering looks of confusion from their fellow castmates that are quickly replaced by shouts of terror as the beavers pursue.

O suddenly feels something thunk on the top of the canoe.

Julia screams in terror: “GEESE!”

Giant, pterodactyl-like geese swoop down from the surrounding cliffs, attacking the canoes. O screams and swerves his and Scruffy’s canoe sideways, crashing into Austin and Kelly. The four disappear into the brush and tumble down the side of a hill, completely out of sight of the rest of the campers.

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“Bonnie if we die here, there’s something I have to admit,” Caesar whimpers, another thud landing on his canoe. “I’m perfect and have done nothing wrong in my life, ever!”

Bonnie shouts. “I know!”

Up ahead, Michael is taking the brunt of the canoe-handling while Julia ducks in terror, holding her hands around her ears and closing her eyes as she runs. The two pass Max and Staci, who aren’t faring much better.

“My third cousin’s best friend actually-”

“SHUT! UP!” Max yells, glaring at them behind him before tripping on a rock and tumbling across the path. He groans, clothes a bit torn and glasses skewed across his face. He sits up and holds his head before opening his eyes and coming face-to-face with a giant, meat-eating beaver.

Michael swerves over, allowing Julia (who still has her eyes closed) to run ahead blindly. “Duck!”

“They’re GEESE!” Julia shouts, her voice fading into the distance as she disappears down the trail.

Michael brandishes the canoe like a giant baseball bat, gripping the rims, and swinging it hard, sending a few close beavers flying. Michael hoists Max onto her back and continues running, a determined look on her face.

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“Owie, me nob,” Austin groans, rubbing his forehead. “Where the bloody hell are we?”

Kelly sits up and picks some leaves and twigs out of their hair. “Where’s the path?”

Scruffy stands, brushing off their shirt and looking around the dark, musty forest in which they'd landed, and then at O. “Nice going, man,”

“What? We were under attack, I panicked! It’s a normal, human response!”

“That therapy talk isn’t gonna get you anywhere on this show, dude,” they snap.

Austin and Kelly both turn to glare at O, too, who frowns. “It was fine when you couldn’t face your fear yesterday, but now you’re getting us involved. Not cool, dude!”

Kelly nudges Austin and whispers. “That’s what Chris says,”

O shakes his head. “It was an accident!”

“Well, accidentally find us a way out, then, baby!” Austin chuckles. "O, behave!"

O stands up, brushing the dirt off of him and looking around. He studies the moss on the side of the trees, licks his finger and feels the cool breeze, and holds his hands up to the sun, measuring it with his thumbs and pointer fingers.

He then turns back to the group. “I have no clue what to do,”

---

Julia is shaking, rocking back and forth on the ground with her fingers in her ears and her eyes closed. Staci is kicking rocks around in the sand, and Scary and Frollo are sorting through their skulls as Michael comes running in with Max still on her back.

As she approaches the beach, she gasps, throws the canoe, and drops to her knees. Michael falls forward and passes out on the ground, flat on her face. Max slides off her back and groans on the sand.

“Where’s… the fire?”

“I don’t know,” Staci says, completely deadpan. “I was waiting for you.”

“What?” he snaps, eyes narrowing from his resting place on the ground. “Didn’t one of your great uncles invent fire or something?”

“Uh, no, genius. I wouldn’t know because fire was invented, like, a million years ago or something,”

The Fujoshis aren’t having much luck across the beach, either, as Courtney and Ass shout over who’s better equipped to start the fire.

“Flint and stone!” Courtney insists, their hands on their hips.

“Hand drill!” Ass yells back.

McLovin and Sha-Mod stand back and let the conflict unfold as Bonnie and Caesar arrive back at the site with bundles of sticks in their arms.

O, Austin, Kelly, and Scruffy come running out of the woods seconds later, covered in bug bites, scratches, and dirt. By now, Max is standing, brushing off his blazer and attempting to rally the team. “We need sticks! Stones! Does anyone here actually know how to start a fire?” he shouts, his arms out for emphasis.

“I hate to say it, but the only person who might know…” Staci starts, pointing down at Michael’s unconscious body.

Max groans. “Leave her. I’ll figure it out myself,”

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MAX: “I don’t “like” Michael. I don’t “like” anyone. I’m like a sailor, married to the sea. Except instead of sailor, it’s camper, I guess. And instead of the sea, it’s the game,” he pauses for a moment to think. “Yeah, I’ll stick with that. Married to the game!”

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“What’d we miss, baby?” Austin pants as Kelly leans on him for support, both exhausted.

O whimpers about twisting his ankle and Scruffy attempts to write something down, holding the pen to the paper but only getting a letter in before collapsing.

“Not much,” Staci says, shaking their head. “Did you know my great-great aunt Beatrice invented giving up?”

Max pushes them out of the way. “We need fuel! Is anyone here not injured, unconscious, or mentally disturbed?!”

No one says anything. Max sighs and turns to walk to the woods before tripping on something and falling over. “What the-!” he pauses, and picks the object up- then smiles with a faint idea.

---

Scary crosses their arms and pouts as Max throws another skull into the fire.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. You aren’t supposed to take anything off the island, anyway,” Max rolls his eyes.

“Maybe I like curses, ever think about that?” Scary huffs.

“Frollo, you’re up!”

Frollo stands in front of his skulls, shaking his head. “You will NOT damn these souls to hell- I can still save them!”

“Are you sure this is safe?” O asks, cradling his ankle. “I mean… the curse…?”

“I wasn’t told I couldn’t burn the things we find on the island,”

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“Oh, you are so getting on my nerves!” Ass yells, tossing a rock which Courtney ducks to avoid.

“Likewise! All day!” they throw a handful of pebbles back.

“Listen, guys-?” Sha-Mod starts approaching the two from behind before Ass accidentally swings their sand-filled fist back too far and hits him in the face. The picture of Lighting crinkles a bit and he stumbles backwards. “Sha-not cool!”

Bonnie and Caesar watch the ordeal from where they’re kneeling on the sand a few feet behind the scuffle, both working sticks against the same hunk of wood until a tiny flame sparks up. Bonnie leans closer to blow on it, bringing a small fire to life.

The once brightly-burning bonfire on the Anon’s side has died down, as the organic matter stuck to the skulls burns away and leaves the charred bony remains behind.

Max turns. “Frollo, we need more fuel,”

Frollo shakes his head adamantly, holding out his arms over his pile. Max turns and gives a nod to Staci.

They grin, punching their open palm menacingly as they approach Frollo’s stash, and then begin to chase him around the beach, shouting that their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather invented streetfighting.

Chris descends on a jetpack and surveys the scene. “Well, well, didn’t see that one coming. The Fujoshi's fire wins!”

Courtney and Ass, who were in the midst of pulling each other’s hair, gasp and turn to see their teams fire burning brightly as Caesar and Bonnie run back and forth from the forest, tossing sticks and logs and hunks of wood into the flames.

“When did-”

“No time!” Bonnie shouts, running to the edge of the water where the canoes are already set up.

The Anons follow, paddling as fast as they can with two unconscious team members and three who are too beaten up to even hold an oar handle.

Bonnie and Caesar dock first, jumping out of their canoe and running onto the beach, followed closely by their team.

“And the Fujoshis win the game!"

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SHA-MOD: “We won, but things are getting pretty heated without Mal around. I hate to say it, but she was keeping the team together- even if it was by sha-sabotaging us,”

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COURTNEY: “I guess I let my emotions get the best of me- now that Mal is gone, I just got too comfortable. I’m lucky we won, and- I’m gonna try to be the bigger person from now on. No more internet drama, no more infighting,”

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ASS: “Strawberry Shortcake is going down,”

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“Anons- you played hard, and lost even harder- but luckily, only one of you losers will be walking the dock of shame tonight,” Chris smiles. “Scruffy, Scary, Max and Michael- you’re all safe. Austin- Juuulia- Kelly, and Staci. Come collect your marshmallows,”

O looks at Frollo and frowns. Frollo stares blankly ahead, completely unbothered.

“O- you kinda lost your cool back there, man, and took out three other players with you. And Frollo- your delusional mission to save the baboon skulls we bought in bulk from hell cost your team a bonfire. But, only one of you will be going home tonight. And that person- is-

Frollo-

-you’re safe,”

O closes his eyes and sulks, standing up and walking down to the docks without another word.

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O: "So, I didn't win. But I did do a lot! I faced my fear, I talked to new people, and I sustained several mysterious bug bites! My therapist says that experience is what makes us human, but I think too much might make you insane. So I'm not hating my placement!"

---

Chris chuckles. “Yikes! Who will walk the dock of shame next time? And who will persevere? Find out tomorrow on Total! Takes! Island!”

#tti #total takes island

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wakeofvultures · 1 year ago

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for any oc you'd like: pencil, marker, copics, graphite, tortillon, eraser

thanks for playing my ask game!

Thanks! Your game questions are very fun!

I'll be using Myrtis from my twilight fic for all these lol.

For general background, Myrtis is a vampire (turned at 15 in 898 BCE). She's a part of the Volturi, and she's kinda Caius and Athenodora's weird daughter figure.

(Answers under the cut)

Pencil: does this character have any "sketchy" habits? Have they ever broken the law? Do they regret it?

What is the law to a Twilight vampire who is a part of the Vampire Government? It's arguable that once the Volturi are at the height of their power, she can't even break the law, because the law is what they say it is. Anything can be covered up from the vampire public.

In seriousness, she wouldn't go out of her way to do anything illegal in the vampire world. In the human one, murder and arson are on her list, and she does not care.

In terms of general bad behavior, she can't do emotional labor to save her life. She will ghost you for a century even if you're her friend to get out of an argument. She would feel bad if she actually took the time to think about it, but she is choosing to not think about it so... (Caius, Athenodora, and Marcus are potentially the only exceptions to this rule at the moment. Maybe Felix later...)

Marker: what's one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?

This one was hard! She wouldn't get anything that didn't mean anything to her, but deciding on something that she would emphatically detest... Probably a wolf due to Children of the Moon/werewolf trauma.

Copics: what is this character's most expensive habit or hobby? Do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?

Myrtis' two main hobbies are dancing and studying language/linguistics. The latter is productive in her day-to-day life, and the former doesn't really require money as long as someone plays music for her.

In terms of habits, she does pick at her clothes a fair bit, and as a Twilight vampire with enhanced strength that can get expensive. She does feel bad about it, but more often than not, she'll wear something until its totally unusable or someone else Caius buys or makes her a new article of clothing.

Graphite: what's something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)

Again, as a Twilight vampire born in 913 or 912 BCE, there aren't a lot of normal human behaviors that she exhibits. In terms of vampire behaviors, she notably does not like to kill her own food which I imagine is strange for a vampire. She much prefers to be handed an already dead human. This is less a question of morality and more her death precognition is less likely to bother her when feeding this way.

Tortillon: does your OC "blend in" with the people around them? Physically? Metaphorically?

Physically, yes in the beginning but not after Chapter 21. Metaphorically, she blends in if you only spend time with her in passing. Any normal person (vampire?) with normal references for other people's behavior will start to worry after prolonged exposure.

Eraser: what's one way this character has changed over time? Either over the course of their story, or over the course of designing them as an author.

As Myrtis is a pretty static character by design, I will talk in terms of design, and oh boy, there is a lot to talk about.

Originally, she was supposed to be born in the Bronze Age, circa the Trojan War. This was scrapped because I didn't want to fight for my life to get to present-day.

She started off with other names: Anna, Marcella, Aemilia, Elissa, Channah (this eventually became her sister's name).

At one point, her power was not death precognition, but instead the ability to sense the probability of death and slightly manipulate it. Having visions of future deaths and being able to change them was me simplifying this.

Originally, she was actually going to be picked up by the Dacian/Romanian Coven first alongside a brother who never made it into the final story. It was a tale of resentment that ended with her killing her own brother and joining the Volturi. An inverse parallel to the Aro-Didyme scenario that got reworked into something very different. (she was notably a very different character at this point.)

In the scenario mentioned above, Caius and the character who would eventually evolve into Myrtis had a strange (and still platonic) mentor-student relationship where they took turns lowkey hating each other. We've certainly come a long way from that dynamic haha.

#practically-an-x-men #asks #ask game response #oc: myrtis #fic: cracks in the crypt #twilight #volturi #the volturi #caius volturi #athenodora volturi #marcus volturi #abyssal stuff #the twilight saga #twilight oc #original character

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nakanotamu · 1 year ago

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The read more is just bc I'm thinking out loud about wrestling stuff that's been on my mind/bothering me and I figure this might end up being long edit nvm it ended being about the usual depression stuff too lol

I think part of my issue as far as burnout is that I can't figure out where the line is supposed to be for work that you want to be done that no one else will do vs when you do not want to do the work any more. Like I do a lot of stats tracking for wrestling shows that I've done for a while now purely bc I had a lot of fun doing it and found it interesting. But I've sort of reached a point with it where I don't really think I'm learning anything particularly new or interesting with it but I realized it is taking a fair bit of time, so while it's hard to break the habit of doing it for every show it makes sense to drop it at this point, or at least cut back.

Then there's the stuff I actually worked on, like translations primarily and stuff like that. I'm behind back to stuff that happened in May, and I'd been thinking of it as a backlog, but just deciding to not do any of it does have an appeal. If it sucks hit da bricks. I know I have no real obligation here, but I don't know, thinking about totally dropping this stuff does hurt. On the one hand, I was genuinely very desperate to try and find some way to turn some part of this into actual paid work, to the point where I did way too much of it on top of my actual job and life and the stuff I wish I did have the option of just dropping and ended up having a pretty bad breakdown. So just not working on it at all any more is depressing, an acceptance that I failed and I'm still stuck exactly where I was a little over two years ago and nothing has changed at all. Maybe even worse bc when I started I was still working from home.

On the other hand I also feel bad leaving people who genuinely enjoyed my work out in the cold. I met some really great people thanks to it and had some really good conversations and stuff. But I also kind of hated the twitter clout because it's a lot of nice words that doesn't actually count for anything or do anything, and on top of that for every person who really seemed to get where I was coming from it felt like there were 5 more who claimed to appreciate my work who didn't get it at all. And that wears me down probably more than it should.

I'm a big believer that in any sort of work like that you shouldn't do it for an audience you may or may not even have or keep, you should do it because you want to do it and if people show up for it then that's on them. But I don't really know how to put it aside when it is still something I want to do but I don't know if I can. Even just things like reading comments on my own or watching shows feel like such an unbelievable timesink and I don't know if I have the energy or the mental health to keep it up even for myself. But I don't want to give these things up either. So I'm just. Stuck suffering in both directions.

And then on top of that there's all the feelings of disconnect and isolation that I've been struggling with for quite a while now. I mean like beyond the general ones every day like the wrestling specific ones. Reading and translating comments and press conferences and everything began as a way to feel closer, I think, to the wrestling I love so much. I think part of what fucked me up so badly when Unagi left was that it made clear how much that had not happened. Sure you can see the signs of her farewell tour in hindsight, but at the time I hadn't seen it coming in the slightest. No matter how well I understood these characters, no matter how much, even correct, insight I had into every word choice they made and every emotional beat of every story they told, I still don't know them, I'm not a part of this.

And beyond that, would I even want a part of it if I could have one? If I had some sort of magic golden opportunity to be part of the joshi scene right now, would I even want to see behind the curtain? What if I really am just a delusional himejoshi and it ruins everything I love about it? Would there even be a space for me there, what if I were just rejected? None of which matters because I still have no connection to it in the slightest, I've never even been to Japan and my current savings are supposed to be for computer upgrades so who the fuck knows when even that much might be an option.

I just. I feel so lost, and stuck. I don't know what to drop and what to keep working on but I don't know how to keep working on any of it in the first place. I can barely even make it through a single match without getting endlessly distracted these days, even when I WANT to watch it, even when I'm actively enjoying it! I want to drop everything in my entire life except for this but this also takes energy I don't have and feels like the only thing I actually can drop. This thing I love so much and have no attachment to whatsoever, that might not even want me if that was an option to begin with. I need to change something about my habits or my workflow or my life or something, anything, and I can't. I can't do any of it

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mitchipedia · 2 years ago

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That time Heather Armstrong roasted me on her popular blog, dooce

I mentioned yesterday that I interviewed Heather Armstrong, who wrote the blog dooce and that she later wrote about how excruciating the experience was for her.

Armstrong took her own life this week. She was talented, funny, and insightful, and she helped invent professional blogging, which led to today’s social media influencers and indie journalists.

I was not offended by the piece Armstrong wrote after I interviewed her in 2006. I thought it was a fair rap. However, I was disappointed that I’d set out to interview someone I admired, and that person had found the experience horribly painful.

Yesterday, I said I was unable to locate Heather’s blog post, but a friend online found it and sent me the link this morning:

On being a total nutjob

A few weeks ago Jon and I gave an interview to an IT magazine for an article about accidental entrepreneurship. They wanted to know how this website now pays our mortgage when I originally started it so that I could make obnoxious fart jokes online. Short answer: I had to give a lot of head.

It was a phone interview, and they recorded it so that they could incorporate it into a podcast (when it’s posted I’ll link to it here), and I can honestly say that I have never been more uncomfortable giving an interview. One, it was only a couple days after I had discovered that someone I thought was a very cool person was making viciously mean comments about me in a public forum, and every time I answered a question into the phone I could hear in my head how this person would make fun of the way I said things. Two, in order to make sure that they had a clean edit for the podcast, the guy conducting the interview wouldn’t say anything for at least 10 seconds after I answered a question, and that disorienting pause made me think that my thrilling discourse had bored him into a coma.

Here’s the article that followed from that interview. It’s … fine. Not my best work, but not bad either.

Accidental Tech Entrepreneurs Turn Their Hobbies Into Livelihoods. InformationWeek interviewed five accidental entrepreneurs, including the founders of del.icio.us and Digg and the author of the blog Dooce, to find out how they freed themselves from the paycheck-to-paycheck grind.

The article I wrote is perhaps notable today as a time capsule of Internet history. I also interviewed Joshua Schachter, the co-founder of a bookmarking site called del.icio.us; Kevin Rose, who co-founded digg; Mena Trott, co-founder of Six Apart, the company behind Movable Type, LiveJournal, and TypePad; and Tom Davis, author of personal information manager software called Zoot, which is similar in mission to more recent applications like Evernote and Microsoft OneNote. (I’m pleased to see that Zoot Software is still around.)

I did a brief follow-up article a few years later, focusing on Armstrong alone: Maytag Crosses Popular Blogger, Gets Spun Dry. I talked at the end about how I felt about reading Armstrong’s article about our interview.

News of Armstrong’s death this week shook me in the same way Anthony Bourdain’s death shook me. Like Bourdain, she was struggling with demons, and the demons beat her.

I can’t help thinking that her living so much of her life in public, sharing her insecurities and self-loathing with millions of people, was not helpful to her mental state. And I need to think about how that relates to my own online habits.

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rainesol · 8 months ago

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Trade offer accepted!

Harriet Chamomile-

Albert Eastwind- Harriet would very much appreciate the patience from him. They’re both realty-bending in terms of unique magic, so that’s a plus too! Also, twisted from Mary Poppins? Dude. He’s getting the tongue twisters laid on thick. I’m pretty confident in saying Albert would get ‘Hattie’ privileges.

Eugenio Hernandez- Harriet gets very excited to meet Yuu, yes. Her enthusiasm and confusing nature can be shut down relatively easily once you get to know her. Until then, some desperate eye contact with Trey or Riddle will prompt them to pry her away from them. I think Harriet would be sympathetic to their situation and offer them a cup of tea that’s come seemingly nowhere. The answer to her question would probably lead to an accusation of Yuu being mad, too. ^^’

Tidus Rhin- Wow. Harriet is a sucker for compliments, even if they’re coming from a place of fascination, and she would probably take his fascination as complimentary. She’d be happy to have a new friend to discuss her strange ideas with. Avoid the unique magic though. She doesn’t need any psychological effects.

Lázaro Muertinez- LOVES a fresh new perspective from people. She’d totally share her sketchbook and concept art with him. When it comes to differing ideas you’d be correct. She’d dig her heels right in.

Aadesh Sona- Harriet has important classmates, but I doubt she’d bring them up. Here’s the thing. Harriet has a lot of (one-sided) beef with her school nurse (she gets sent the nurse’s office when the councillor’s busy). If Harriet detects any condescension or psycho-analysis, she’ll turn her nose up and leave. If he’s respectful (by her standards) he can expect some pleasant conversation.

The Janitor- Harriet does make a mess here and there. She’s got a bad habit of gesturing with her teacup. She’d never let them clear up her messes, though. Fair’s fair, if she makes the mess, she’ll happily clean it up. If she needs the help, she’d be incredibly apologetic and thankful.

Apollyon Belladonna-

Albert Eastwind- They’re both from the QR, so Apollyon would have another guy he could expect to get ‘British’ humour or references. (Those memes about the uk are right. It doesn’t matter where in the uk you’re from, another British guy will find a reason to joke about your hometown or accent, despite living 1hr away) Also, Polly is a trans man too, albeit by technicality. If he mentioned this, he’d have to explain that he’s sexless to male, which would expose his secret. The solidarity would be one-sided in display of an awkward thumbs up. 👍

Eugenio Hernandez- Polly is eventually pretty nice to Yuu, taking them under his wing (🥁) in book 7. Before then, he finds them a little stressful. I imagine he felt a chill run down his spine from the other end of campus when his bestie (who causes him enough headaches as-is) befriends the student who’s had overblots and trouble following them since orientation.

Tidus Rhin- He’s got nothing to worry about! Apollyon wouldn’t pick a fight with a first year. He’d probably feel a little bad if he got intimidated lol

Lázaro Muertinez- 😬 Avoid the unique magic or there’ll be issues </3 If he does, I’m sure they’d get on fine.

Aadesh Sona- Polly would probably dislike being sent to his office :( he’s not one to open up to a staff member, and his distrustful nature and ODD would make Aadesh’s goals a little harder.

The Janitor- Heyyyy! Polly’s in the science club too! He’d give them a lil’ nod of acknowledgment in the corridors.

Kshoshurankha Kaasura-

Albert Eastwind- Kshoshurankha is pretty chilled out most of the time. Should they end up hanging out often, he’d allow himself to become a temporary compression blanket. There’s nothing for Azul or Jade to worry about either. He doesn’t view these interactions as anything more than a symbiotic relationship.

Eugenio Hernandez- Ksho offers to share his room to the Yuu character at the start of book 3, but gets turned down. His ‘genuine offer’ voice and ‘get a little closer so I can strike’ voice are woefully similar. He’d be very pleased to find someone just as passionate about the environment, and would share his mum’s notes and advice for class if asked. (He also becomes concerned about Yuu’s lack of Twst vaccinations in book 3, and insists on telling the nurse. Let’s hope they’re not too scared of needles :P)

Tidus Rhin- Woah… Whale shark meets whale shark… You’re right about the cold, he’d have little interest in that. It’s cool to meet someone he doesn’t have to bend down for, though.

Lázaro Muertinez- If the song he’s playing has a lot of bass, Ksho will be able to feel it through the floor! Not sure how he’d feel about that.

Aadesh Sona- I’m picturing them doing the Spider-Man pointing image. Anyways, opinions. I think he’d find him alright. He’s not gonna have anything interesting to share, and he’ll appreciate the accommodation. Anything to avoid his mother coming in again.

The Janitor- Ksho sheds in private and donates the skin to the science club to compost. No worries there. He does have python eyesight though. He might slither into some shelves and topple them. Oops :}~<

Aerol Thorax-

Albert Eastwind- Aerol is the quiet twin. Not much conversation beyond some one word answers here. Any questions about his branch of magic will receive textbook responses. Unfortunately for Al, the twins’ defence mechanism is to leave the future the hell alone. Sorry Albert </3 try checking your horoscope instead.

Eugenio Hernandez- Once again, not fans of predicting. If the situation’s dire, he miiight check ahead and see if anything can be tweaked. But there’s always the risk that the news’ll be bad, and Aerol really doesn’t want to be the one to tell them.

Tidus Rhin- You’ll let him talk about bugs? Hell yeah. That’ll get him to open up. How good is he at breaking up sibling fights? No reason.

Lázaro Muertinez- Ooh. Hm. Not sure how he feels about the attention. He appreciates the help though. From all the way over here o7

Aadesh Sona- Despite what people tend to assume, Aerol is the troublemaker of the pair. Not getting anything out of this one. He’ll begrudgingly take him up on the offer for supervision, though.

The Janitor- Another science club member! They’ll get a slightly more confused nod in the corridors.

Abrik Thorax-

Albert Eastwind- “Awh, sorry dude, but we’re not the biggest fans of predictions. ‘Sides, you’ll only worry more if you’ve got something to anticipate, right?” ..A lot more open to conversation! More metaphors in his explanations. He’s probably the one who recommended the horoscope. Not exactly tactful, but it’s the thought that counts ^^’’

Eugenio Hernandez- First year gang! He’d be happy to chat. Similar to Aerol, though. He’ll check if he thinks it’s worse to just let it play out. Please don’t make him break any bad news </3

Tidus Rhin- Hell yeah dude, let’s talk about astrology! Navigation through the stars in a handy skill, desert or ocean! Don’t remind him of the maps on his phone. It’ll ruin his day.

Lázaro Muertinez- He seems nice! He likes having a friendly upperclassman. Ignore Aerol hiding in the corner. ‘He got dropped on the head, or whatever.’

Aadesh Sona- Less sass than Aerol. He’ll also accept the offer of supervision. (They’ve both got a reason for this :P)

The Janitor- Friendly nod and wave. Just as confused as Aerol, though.

Ahhh this was so fun!!! Thank you so much for the exchange!!! \o/

I am so. In the mood to talk about my characters rn. But I cannot formulate anything to say. </3

#hope I did their personalities justice #twst oc #few lore drops here :0 #harriet chamomile #apollyon belladonna #kshoshurankha kaasura #aerol thorax #abrik thorax

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mercy-burning · 3 years ago

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Page Turner

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Y/N becomes a little impatient while Spencer is reading... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Thigh riding, thigh fucking, cum play Word Count : 2.5k

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NOTE: this is just FILTH FILTH FILLLTHHHHH, and it was supposed to be a blurb but i got kinda carried away so it’s a little longer than that... so enjoy your porn with no plot 😊😂 And shoutout to @broken-stardust for beta-ing this for me!! we originally talked about the idea for this fic months ago, so i’m glad you finally got to see it ❤

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She was in the mood for a little trouble.

Well, it was more like she was in the mood for a good fuck, but at the moment, with Spencer's strong desire to finish this incredibly long book series he'd just discovered, the mood for trouble came as more of a... fun little footnote that would most certainly add to the experience she was looking for.

So she strode up to Spencer, who was sitting comfortably on the couch with his book open and his glasses perched cutely on the tip of his nose, and straddled herself on his right leg wearing nothing but a pair of thin cotton underwear and a t-shirt.

"Hey," she said, low and seductive as she planted a wet kiss into his neck. Her hands clutched his shirt, willing herself to be closer and with every intention of him putting the book down and paying her some attention.

Either he truly wasn’t in the mood, or he was teasing her.

"Hey," is all he responded with, clipped and distant. His eyes scanned the pages, albeit slower than usual due to the woman clinging herself to him and begging for attention.

"You've been reading all weekend," Y/N half-whined, pressing herself into him and attaching her lips to his neck again. "Can't you at least take a little break?"

"It won't take me long to finish this book, and then we can, okay?"

She knew it was fair. It was more than fair, actually, but that didn't help the fact that she was still incredibly horny, and if she took care of it herself, it wouldn't have been enough. Maybe that was selfish, but she didn't care.

So she whined for real this time, more like a disappointed child, as she gripped his shirt and pulled herself closer to him. "Spencer..."

She expected him to warn her, to tell her to wait or something—anything—but instead he opted for the exact opposite.

He did nothing.

Y/N promptly decided that wasn't the correct response and rolled her hips, grinding down on his leg for friction. Her tongue drew a messy line up the side of his neck as she circled her hips and sought out the stimulation she so desperately wanted. And at the way his body tensed under her, obviously wanting the same things but holding out in favor of restraint, she knew her plan was close to working.

So she let out a long, content sigh and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it gently and continued to ride his thigh, moving quicker and harder with each second as she felt her body start to unravel. Her lips attached to his neck and mumbled all sorts of little noises that should have gotten him to fucking do something...

And still, even as she felt herself cling to him and her body recover from a short (and quite frankly unsatisfying) orgasm, Spencer remained in his position, still flipping pages in that godforsaken book.

"Spencer," Y/N grunted. She was exasperated, and strongly hoping that she wasn't giving him any satisfaction in her need for attention.

However, instead he seemed a little defensive. "Wh—You're distracting me! I can't finish the book as quickly if you're distracting me..."

"Fine," she sighed, peeling herself away from him and trying one last thing to get him to submit.

Y/N slid the underwear off her legs and tossed it gently at his face, watching it fall into his lap in front of the book.

Still nothing. His eyes roamed the pages, and he was clearly highly invested in whatever story was written on them. And god damn it if he still wasn't the cutest thing she'd ever seen.

So she slunk back to the bedroom and plopped herself down on the bed with only a t-shirt, laying down and crossing one leg over the other. And when she tossed her head to the side with a sigh, she noticed the other books in Spencer's current interest scattered along his side of the bed.

Well, I'm not particularly in the mood anymore, and there's really nothing else to do...

"Why the fuck not," Y/N sighed, reaching out and fishing for the book that had the number 1 printed on the spine.

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With the final paragraphs of the story swimming through his brain, the book settled closed and neatly on the cushion beside him, Spencer looked down at his lap and noticed the bundle of cotton sitting there, next to a small damp spot on his pants where his girlfriend had been just under a half hour earlier.

He felt bad, ignoring her like that. It was hard resisting her when she was literally there, in his lap and getting herself off on his leg. And while he could practically hear Morgan in the back of his mind, telling him with disappointment in his voice, "It doesn't matter how important you think something is, that is always gonna be the most important thing,"... Spencer really couldn't help it. The book was so good he couldn't put it down. Not even for sex.

And now that he'd finished, he was focusing on what his brain decided it couldn't handle before, remembering her wet, hot breath on his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair as she rode his thigh, begging him for attention.

He was feeling guilty.

And he was going to spend the whole rest of the weekend making it up to her. He swore it, no matter who called, no matter what came up, he wasn't going to pay any attention to it unless it was his girlfriend's limbs tangled with his.

His hand reached for the book so he could return it with the others, but he thought better of it, wondering if Y/N would say anything. Instead, he figured walking in empty-handed and announcing how he was ready to give her his undivided attention for the rest of eternity if she'd let him would be a better option.

Spencer was feeling good about his decision, but when he opened the bedroom door and saw her, he felt even worse about ignoring her.

Because there she was, one foot pressed flat into the mattress and the other crossed over her knee, exposing her bare cunt to the world as she held a book in her hands. She looked statuesque and absolutely delectable, and he'd turned her down for a book he could have easily finished tomorrow morning.

Oh, he was definitely going to make it up to her...

"H—Hey, babe," he got out, trying to get her attention like she hadn't already heard the squeaky door open.

"Hey," she responded, similar in tone to how he'd answered the same greeting earlier, and it made his stomach turn.

Was she doing it on purpose?

Spencer took cautious steps towards her, stepping around the bed and clearing off the books scrambled on his side so he could take their place. "What are you reading?"

Rather than speaking, she tilted the book so he could see the cover and then returned to her position, eyes scanning the pages, and he couldn't tell if she was doing it to mess with him or if she was truly invested.

"Okay... Well, um... I'm finished now, i—if you wanted to, um..."

When Y/N finally took her eyes off the pages, she looked at him up and down as he sat on the bed... She took in his apologetic eyes, the slight pout on his lips that she could never resist...

And then she resisted him. Sort of.

"Eh, sure. Just let me finish this chapter first."

She sounded utterly bored.

And once again, Spencer wasn't sure if it was genuine or if she was just doing it to get back at him. But either way, it made him feel bad about before. He wanted to respect her wishes, grant her the time to finish reading just as she'd granted it to him... But he also wanted to make sure she knew just how sorry he was.

"Oh... Okay." He laid down next to her and watched her face as she read, her eyes occasionally blinking, mimicking the butterflies in his stomach at the sight before him. Even if she was mad at him, she was still absolutely stunning, and he was never going to take it for granted.

His fingers reached out to brush some of the hair from her eyes so he could see her better, and despite herself, she smiled a little, gently leaning into his touch.

That's my way in...

"I'm really sorry, Y/N... For ignoring you. I was just really caught up in the book and I—"

"Babe, it's fine," she dismissed, like it wasn't ever a big deal in the first place. "Trust me, I totally get it now. This is so good..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes were roaming the words again, her bottom lip tucking gently between her teeth as she turned a page.

Oh... so she wasn't just messing with me, then...

Spencer's eyebrows raised and he sighed a little, truly unsure where to go from here. "Oh... Well... I'm glad you like it?"

She hummed, barely acknowledging him, and it amused him to his very core. So much so that he couldn't help but lean forward to kiss her cheek out of habit. And when she scrunched her nose, barely brushing off his touch, he started feeling a bit more devious. So he kissed her again, this time on the jaw, and then again and again trailing down her neck. And he stayed there, sucking small marks into her skin while she remained in her position.

He remembered what he saw when he opened the door, and the thoughts swirling around in his head begged him to utilize it.

He really wanted to be polite and let her finish reading... But also...

Spencer shifted, leaving the bed only to return on the other end, with no pants as he crawled up in between her legs on his knees. Seeing as she wasn't going to move her legs at all, he settled for running his hands gently over them, tracing every dip and curve they took, all the way down to the back of her thigh, which was out and exposed as it was aiding in resting her ankle over her other knee.

When he got close to her exposed pussy, she shivered a little. "You're distracting me..."

The obvious teasing that laced her words sent a smile to his lips. He couldn't see her face for a moment, but then she angled the book down and peered over it, giving him eyes that challenged, Do it and see what happens...

So, without breaking eye contact, Spencer gently ran his finger along the opening of her wet cunt and watched as she flung the book back up to her face, hiding it from view. He played with her clit for a while, circling it gently with his thumb while his middle finger slowly slipped in and out of her.

Y/N whined. "That's not fair... At least when I was interrupting you, I didn't try to give you a handjob..."

Spencer hummed in agreement, removing his fingers from her and bringing them to his lips. "Hmm, I suppose you're right..."

So how am I going to make it even...

He took his dick out of his underwear then, holding it in his hand and resisting the urge to slip it inside of her. Instead, he settled for the small gap between her thighs, a whine escaping him once he realized it was nowhere near the amount of stimulation he'd get from anything else.

His hips snapped forward urgently as he chased some form of release, frustrated at how it felt good, but not nearly good enough.

"Not so fun, is it?" Y/N sang, flipping a page amusedly once he'd let out another exasperated whine.

"What's to stop me from just fucking you?" he hissed, gripping her legs and trying his hardest to be patient.

"You won't... Because you won't learn your lesson otherwise."

Now she was messing with him. She was punishing him for ignoring her, and he breathed a laugh, knowing he should have seen it coming. But he wasn't going to argue with her, not when he was well and truly aware that he deserved this.

Still, it didn't make it any easier.

Spencer's whimpering increased tenfold, though, once she took a little pity on him and squeezed her legs tighter, giving him more friction and bringing him closer to the edge.

"O—oh my g—od..."

It happened so fast. One second he was relieved at this new wave of pleasure and the next he was pulled underneath it, his lower half tensing, pulsing, and burning hot. God, she was warm... And wet, and tight, but in a completely different way than normal, and it all was too much.

Her thighs and lower stomach were covered in cum, and that thought alone was enough to keep him going. He was overstimulated and probably should have refrained, but the silky, warm skin of her thighs just felt so good gliding over his dick, he just couldn't.

By now, Y/N had completely tossed the book aside, watching in awe as Spencer seemed unaware of her actions. His eyes were shut tightly, so focused on coming again, and the head of his cock peeked out through the gap in her thighs with every thrust forward, glistening and nearly red...

And then he was coming again, and she watched as the milky substance spilled out over her skin. A strand of it dripped slowly down the front of her left thigh, and the sight made her whine.

Spencer opened his eyes then, an overwhelming kernel of love and adoration blooming through his chest as he watched her watch him.

And then everything slowed.

He shoved the book off the bed and laid down beside her, looking down to admire his work.

"Fuck," is all he said, in one huff.

He was clearly pleased with himself, a fact which made Y/N beam. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

With a vigorous nod, he reached a hand out to spread some of the mess around, his fingers gliding slowly and softly over the planes and curves of her still-crossed legs.

"We have to do that again... Though, I could do without the 'you punishing me' part..."

Y/N let out a laugh, grabbing his wrist and bringing his fingers to her mouth. She darted her tongue out to taste, slowly dragging the tip along the underside of his middle finger before taking it fully in her mouth.

"Don't give me a reason to punish you, then," she quipped back after letting his finger go with a soft pop and tilting her head to look at him.

That look in her eyes, the one that always gave him butterflies, elicited another heavy nod.

"Deal."

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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What kind of subs do you think the riddlers would be?

Riddlers as Subs (the kink and the uh...sandwich)

Riddler Headcanons i knew in my heart of hearts you meant sub/dom, but a bigger part of me couldn't get past the idea of them being sandwiches, so i did both 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: it's uh, it's just smut and suggestive things

arkham

he's a switch through and through. like there's no way he's not. he's too tough and strong to not let himself dom a little bit (projecting that onto him, sorry) and to be honest he likes it both ways. if he's feeling extra sensitive or tired, all he wants is to be controlled and fucked. however, catch him on his better days and he can flip it like a switch and rail you like he was a pro. as a switch though, he needs a fair bit of aftercare, the kind he dishes out to you. he also thinks it keeps things equal and varied if you both take turns being the subby one. man is a blt with mayonnaise, on a seeded brown loaf, extra crispy bacon pls for the crunch and if you could remove the tomato seeds or he'll yell at you

batman unburied

an absolute princess/sugar baby since he enjoys it so much. he might as well get treated like the little angel he is before you pound him into a quivering mess. his preference is to lay there and be spoiled by you, getting well and truly fucked like he deserves. your aftercare better be of the highest order too. man needs to be soothed, told he's pretty, that he's a very good boy, have his hair played with, all that good stuff. laying on his back and taking it while he looks cute are his skills, top of his c.v. he likes to mix it up every time he goes, just to make things difficult and annoying. and whatever he gets, he's ordering it with extra pickles

gotham

here i go insisting that this man wants to be a pet again. matching leather collar, leash and gloves? little name tag that says riddler? made to do his silly little tricks like he's at a crufts show before you even think about touching him. likes it if you make him howl when he comes, he's such a good doggy. he's so good at barking on command, and he'll stay down on all fours until someone tells him he can stand up. his only bad habit is slobbering over crotches... tuna melt like you wouldn't believe, no pepper or salt please, extra mayonnaise, boy is as white as the bread he orders his sandwiches on

dano

oh ho ho. free use. something about someone wanting him and demanding him at any moment, it makes him feel desired. he'll bend over for you and work on his notes, his schemes, even his streams if you're feeling extra risky. he's so down bad for it, so ready to be dommed at the drop of a hat that he'll assume the position with his pants at his ankles if you so much as wink at him. he'll even beg for it if he's feeling confident enough. meatball marinara, extra cheese, toasted, i promise i'm not just blindly projecting here. also he gets subway a lot, it's his only hot meal

young justice

very into master/servant play. he just wants to please you, and do exactly as you asked. holding back any praise drives him crazy, something about the knot in his chest that builds up as he waits to be told he's good which never comes. the suspense might kill him but that's what he's living for. that and knowing that even if you don't say anything, he knows he's doing a good job making you happy. why else would you have him on his knees in front of you for a solid hour? he considers at an honour to even be asked. ham and cheese, not toasted, no veg or sauce. will make you go up to the counter to tell them he asked for no lettuce and tomatoes if they put them on.

capullo

total and utter brat for certain, like i'd put money on it. it would be too damaging to his ego for him to just outright admit that he's a sub, he needs to make it seem like he's annoyed you to the point where you have no other option but to bend him over, smack his ass, and fuck his face into whatever surface he's slammed down onto. hey, it works for him. he's pretty irritating on a regular basis, so he barely needs to try to get into the bratty mindset of "if you want me to behave you'll have to make me". phillie cheesesteak or a hoagie, and whatever it is has so much hot sauce on it and is massive, like he thinks he's in some sort of competition

telltale

aw buddy is a masochist, whether he likes it or not. even when he's getting the shit beat out of him, he gets hard a little bit. choke him with his own cane, spank him with your bare hand or with his gloves on, step all over him with big old boots on, slap him, punch him, bite him, and then kick him while he's down. he's used to bleeding profusely and being bruised internally, so you really have to make an effort if you're going to attempt to make him cum sourdough bread, lettuce, light mayo, one teaspoon of sweet chilli sauce and some shredded turkey and if anything else touches it, start over fresh.

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years ago

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The Island | KTH (One)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Alright here is the first ch to my new story! I am super nervous to post this because it is a completely different vibe. But I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t worry, it turns fluffier later:) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)

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Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Your room looks the same as always—there is a nightstand next to your wooden framed bed, it holds a pale lamp and a photo of mountainous scenery. A dresser sits comfortably in front of you, it is dressed in simple décor and a large mirror. Yup, the same as always. You glance over to your sheer curtained window where the sun very offendedly washes over the room—wait. Hold on a god damn second.

Quickly, you begin to open your eyes just a bit wider—where is your royal purple ottoman? The art that hangs on your walls? Your dresser is brown not black for Christ’s sake! You ball your hand in the sheets…these don’t even feel like your sheets, yours aren’t this silky. This is not your room. Your eyebrows climb to the top of your forehead as you jerk your head around. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, you feel something rustle against your side. No…not something—someone.

Your eyes dart to the right of you, where this someone moves against the sheets. Not just someone. A man. His dark, ruffled hair sticks out between the sheets and pillow below his head. Why is there a man in bed with you? Is it…his bed? Oh god. Immediately, your mind tries to recall the night before. Did you go out and drink too much? Go home with a rando? Super unlike you though. You pull your hair as your mind races.

Sitting up in bed, worry crosses all of your features. You try to face all the possibilities that could maybe end up being your reality. But going out and partying is nowhere in your memories. You begin gnawing on your bottom lip, knowing you stayed home last night. And that you fell asleep in your own bed…alone, you might add. So where the hell are you? And why is there another person? Fear enters the picture now, this is the last place you wanted to go. You know, that horrible, terrible, dark place? The one that says your reality is that some creepy man kidnapped you and plans on doing murder-y type things to you. Yup, that place.

You tug on the end of your hair again, you know, you know, a bad habit. But you can’t help it as anxiety grows deeper within you. Were you really kidnapped? Fuck. You have to think. You’re trying to, at least. But breathing is becoming a chore. Your breaths are quick and sharp like you are on the brink of a panic attack. Shit, maybe you are. You try to eye the room again, taking in its appearance more carefully. You can’t help the shiver that speeds down your spine when you notice how perfect this single bedroom is…it actually almost resembles your guest bedroom at home. Which is creepy in itself. You continue to eye the room curiously, while staying absolutely frozen.

The dresser has more photos of pretty scenery sitting on top, as well as a few small vases that complement the rest of the décor. Anxiety continues to grow within you, shaking you to the core. You hate the way your hands tremble in your lap. You want to do something. You truly do but fuck, you can’t even move a muscle. Your breathing begins to pick up even more. Where are you? Why are you here? Who is this man sleeping so fucking peacefully next to you? Your thoughts are going 100 miles per minute, screaming at you, taunting you, giving you the middle finger.

Before you can think through your many obvious questions and answer them, the man next to you begins to stir in his sleep. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly moves to his back from his side. You stare down at him, too scared to move. Too scared to scream bloody murder. Too scared to do anything. And nothing disappoints you more. That you are nothing but a coward. You look down at your future murderer and wait for him to wake.

Future murderer slowly opens his eyes but he shies away instantly from the beaming sunlight.

“Ahhhh.” He lets go in one long breath, rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner. You sit still, your own breath caught in your throat. You want to move but fear has you frozen like an evening in the arctic. The man, or Future Murderer as you seemed to have named him, begins sitting up, stretching his arms out above him and yawns a song of sleep. He finally opens his eyes fully and soaks in the room before him. His head moves around quickly, his expression becoming rather…confused.

“What the fuck?”

Yup, those are his first words. Should have been yours too, if you’re being honest. This guy gets it.

Future Murderer’s facial expression grows bewildered as he looks around the room and when he finally feels your presence, he turns his head your way.

“Uh…” the Murderer narrows his eyes at you, “Hi?”

You don’t even realize the sigh of relief that pushes past your lips, but his confusion seems…genuine. And this allows you to relax your shoulders a little bit. Maybe he is a victim to whatever is going on too? You take in his disheveled appearance; he has brown wavy hair that rests above his brow line, eyes darker than the deepest part of the sea and full pouting lips. You would totally admit he’s attractive as hell but considering the fact you’re trying to convince yourself he isn’t going to murder you and the state you’re in, you’re going to push that thought away.

“Uh, who are you?” His brows knit together as he expectantly waits for an answer.

“No, who are you?” You squint at him. How dare he ask like you aren’t the one totally frazzled here? But somehow it’s comforting that he seems as confused as you are. Mystery man (his new name, since he doesn’t appear to want to murder you) (maybe) raises a single brow at you before answering,

“Taehyung.”

You listen to his name roll off his tongue and absorb it. Taehyung, huh? You hesitate for a second before finally giving your own name.

“y/n.”

Taehyung then, has the audacity to pinch his nose in annoyance. To be fair, it looks like the one he’s annoyed with is himself and not you.

“Look, sorry…” he begins, “If we hooked up last night, I don’t really remember and I—"

Your eyes widen at his words and you begin to frantically shake your head,

“No! We didn’t—we didn’t…”

“Oh?” Taehyung gives you a curious look then has the audacity to scoot several inches away from you. Then you feel his eyes on you, they search you from head to toe. You’re wearing your cat printed PJ shorts and a simple purple t shirt. You admit your hair is probably pretty wild, so you card your fingers through your locks. You start to feel insecure under his gaze as he so shamelessly eyes you.

“I don’t know who you are or where I am…do you know where we are?” you question, looking off to the side.

Taehyung pulls his eyes away from you, his head moving around to look around the room, his arms flailing.

“Does it look like I know where I am?”

You only blink at him and he rolls his eyes, “No, I don’t.” he admits.

Moments of silence pass between the two of you. You don’t know what to say at this point even though you have a million things you would like to say. But you can’t form one, coherent sentence apparently. You don’t know anything. You’re fucking clueless and you hate it. You’re trying to gather your thoughts when you feel Taehyung rise from the bed, startling you like he just committed a crime. God, you are such a coward. What? Do you really think the bed is apparently some super safe place that will protect you from the evils of the world? Taehyung walks toward the dresser and other corners of the room, inspecting it carefully.

“Fucking weird, but nice room, right?” he asks under his breath. Taehyung throws a glance over at you. “You don’t know where you are…I don’t know where I am…we both wake up in a strange room and neither of us have any recollection of how we got here.” Taehyung takes a pause to gather his thoughts. “Have you heard anything? You know, from outside the room? There could be other people.” He waits for you to answer but you stay quiet. Yes, you are on that level of coward.

You stay in the bed, anxiety building up, growing fiercer by the second. While it seems Taehyung’s attention is being stolen by the large window where the sun invites him to come take a peak. He tip toes over to the window, lifting the blinds and exposes something you imagine takes his breath way due to his audible gasp.

“Where…the fuck are we?” he asks breathlessly.

Instead of looking for yourself, you stay seated. But are we surprised? You study Taehyung’s expressions, watching for his reactions. His face falls into one of awe but after only a few moments in settles back into confusion. He reaches for the bottom of the window sill and lifts upwards, opening the window and releasing the sound of…is that waves? You continue to observe him, too afraid to see for yourself. He stands there for several long moments before turning your way and he clears his throat.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know where we are, like, really.” He takes a hesitant step towards the bed. “But something tells me neither of us are from here.”

You need a minute. Yeah, you need a minute to process his words. Because what the fuck does he mean by that? You aren’t ‘from here’? Are you on another planet or some shit? This man needs to work on his wording, for Christ’s sake. You feel your hand move just the slightest. Then your other hand. Your toes curl in and out. Seems you aren’t so frozen anymore. Things are, yes things as in waking up with a total stranger and him saying you are in an unknown place, are starting to wake you up. You’re so ashamed your solution to all of this was to stay seated in bed…but for some reason a rushing sensation of bravery washes over you.

You rise from the sheets and step one foot on to the floor. It’s not lava. So you step down with both feet and make your way over to Taehyung. You stop in front of him, tilting your head up since he has several inches over you—but nothing too intimidating, you decide. His eyes find yours and you lock eyes for a few moments. Both of you trying to search the other for answers. You break contact to face the window and wow. Your eyes animatedly widen at the sight. Palm trees and water for miles and miles it seems. No other buildings or sign of life. An island? But not the kind of island where this room is a part of some fancy resort, no, not that kind. Instead the kind where a plane crashes and a group of people have to survive.

You blink down at your new reality. First of all, you live nowhere near an island, so there’s that. You feel the anxiety and frustrations begin to surface again and you can’t help that your eyes begin to gloss over. You snap your head back to get a look at your fellow victim and he looks just as lost as you feel.

“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.

“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.

“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”

He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.

“Well, no. But—”

“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.

“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!

“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.

Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.

You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”

And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?

“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.

“Are you always such a fucking baby?”

“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head. Okay, you admit you aren’t being the most mature here. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to take offense to it by the way he gasps and throws a hand over his heart as if wounded.

“Oh? She’s got some sass?” His question and raised brows only piss you off.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” You aren’t entirely sure where the confidence comes from but you don’t question it. You’re breezing past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you approach the door.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you and hear him mumble a lame, ‘that’s the spirit’ from behind you. And with that, in one swift action you are opening the door.

You stand in the open doorway, once again frozen in place. Not feeling as confident as you were 15 second ago—maybe you just need this dude to piss you off again. Speak of the devil, Taehyung steps besides you, poking his head out into the hallway searching for any sign of life.

“It’s quiet.” He takes a few steps forward, now in the middle of the hall. You glance around, the hallway has walls full of beautiful artwork, and to the right is 3 doors and to the left is a wide staircase. An exit. Bingo.

“Let’s check each room.” And of course he wants to do the opposite.

“No, let’s just get out of here.”

You turn on your feet towards the stairs and stop at the first step and raise a brow over your shoulder, “Aren’t you coming?”

Taehyung looks conflicted to say the least. He exhales deeply, looking between you and the 3 doors.

“Shouldn’t we just—”

“No! come on…” You must sound pleading and convincing because you can see him falter, just a bit. “I just want to go home…” You say, averting his gaze. Taehyung only stares at you for what feels like an eternity before he’s finally agreeing with the nod of his head.

The two of you very cautiously step down the stairs, each foot that follows the other slightly trembles in the fear of the unknown. You two finally reach the bottom and your eyes go wide at the sight. This is basically your fucking dream house. The floor plan is very open. At the center is a gorgeous grand piano, you don’t play but it’s aesthetically pleasing you guess? To the right is a long table with picture frames and décor and down the hall there seems to be more rooms.

You scan the downstairs as you slide your fingers along the edge of this table and stop when you come across a framed photo. What the actual fuck. Your eyebrows rise and your eyes grow twice their size. You very hesitantly pick up the picture as your eyes blink down at the frame in hand when your breathing begins to pick up again. It’s a framed photo of you and your sister . Now why the hell would this be here? Why is there a picture of you and your sister?? Why would someone have this? The framed photo sits in your trembling hands as you stare down at it. Taehyung notices your shaky grip on this picture and takes it from you to take a look himself. His eyes also go wide…you look between him and the picture.

“Why…why the hell is this here?” your voice betrays you as it shakes with every word.

Taehyung glances down at the table and notices his own photos with friends and family that are disgustingly and proudly displayed.

“What the actual fuck?” Taehyung whispers to no one but himself. What the hell is going on? Why does this house have pictures of the two of you? Who is doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?

“What’s happening Taehyung?” you step closer to him feeling entirely…creeped out.

“Does it look like I fucking know?” he snaps. He sees you flinch and his eyes soften, “Sorry…Its just… this is going too far.” He finally looks as disturbed as you feel. The two of you stay quiet for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react to this eerie discovery.

You shudder at how ominous this all is. This is becoming way too much. How much more of this can you handle? You almost want to jump into this assholes arms and sob into his navy blue t shirt.

“We should…” Taehyung wipes his sweaty hands on his sweats, “keep going.”

The two of you nod your heads in unison and turn to your left where there is an entry way to the kitchen and living room. Taehyung stops before stepping through while you join him at his side. You two glance around to soak in your surroundings—it’s also an open space, the two open areas sharing a space. The kitchen is covered in black granite and wooden cabinets with a door that probably leads outside. The living room has two matching sofas, a wide screen TV that hangs on the wall over a fireplace and built in shelves on either side, full of books, movies and games.

Taehyung and you share a look before walking through to the kitchen and living room. You approach the rooms slowly and carefully, afraid of what you might find. What surprises could be lurking. Suddenly the white glow of the TV can be seen, making you jump with its sudden brightness. Why the hell did the TV just turn on? Is this like, a haunted house? Are you being fucking haunted? Okay, maybe that’s dramatic.

The screen is bright white with nothing else on it. You turn to face Taehyung who is already staring at you with brows pinched together in confusion. Same Taehyung, same. The two of you decide to walk closer to the TV when dark, bold numbers appear.

“10….9…8…..”

The sound of soft music can be heard playing from the TV, similar to the music that’s played in an elevator, as numbers counting down from 10 begins. You feel your insides twist and turn.

“….7….6…..”

Panicked, the two of you inch closer and closer. You two stand here waiting for something, anything to occur because these might be the longest 10 seconds of your life. The millions of questions you have only multiplying. With the seconds counting down and getting closer to zero, your breathing about fucking stops. What is going to happen? You can feel your palms grow sweaty as your heart beats out of your chest. It feels like the countdown to the end of the world.

“….5….4….3…”

You don’t think Taehyung realizes just how close he is to you, his shoulders bumping into yours. You guess fear does funny things even between strangers.

“….2…..1…….”

And then it finally happens. The timer finally reaches fucking zero. And it is safe to safe your attention has been caught…anyone’s would be if a screen greets them with their god damn names.

“Welcome Kim Taehyung and Y/N Y/LN”

Your names on the screen has you automatically feeling nauseas. What sort of sick game is this? Is someone setting you up? Pranking you? If so, shits not funny. But also, why is Taehyung here? Your eyes focus on the screen as it moves to the next slide.

“It is a great honor that you two have made it this far. You have been carefully selected in this company’s project. After a lot of consideration and impressive results—we have decided to move you to the next phase.”

Naturally, very naturally you become even more confused than you fucking started. What projects? What company? You can hear Taehyung swallow hard, his nerves spiking with each word he reads. Then the slides continue.

“To put it simply, we are in the business of love.”

Huh? Huh?

Taehyung and you break your focus on the screen to steal a glance as one another very briefly before turning your heads back to the TV. What the hell they mean love? What is this absolute nonsense?

“Our use of science, technology and logic has got us here today. We test and heavily observe our chosen subjects and decide if they are the perfect match. We then move them to the final phase: The Island. This is where the two subjects meet and get along for the first time. The place they will undoubtedly fall in love.”

You can’t help that your mouth falls open, you are sure your eyes are bulging out of your head. You dare to turn to look at Taehyung and he isn’t looking much better.

Before you can really gather any thoughts the slides continue.

“Our success rate is 99%. You WILL fall in love here, it is most probable. Other subjects will come to fall in love quickly, other will take their time. BUT don’t take too long~ If two subjects are taking too long to make progress we will send a ‘Request’ to move things along and if you fail to meet said request there will be a penalty. And you have 24 hours to complete the request. This is to help you.”

You shiver while reading the words before you. You are now too anxious to even look at Taehyung right now…you don’t want to even see his reaction to all of this. Is he anxious like you? Is he laughing because there’s no way this is real? Is he nodding along taking notes because he believes it? You don’t want to fucking know!

“We give soulmates the opportunity to meet and thrive. This particular project has been in the works for well over a year.”

You blink lazily at that. Well over a year? WELL OVER A YEAR? They’ve been watching you for over a year?!

“We have carefully observed each one of you in great detail. There is nothing we don’t know. We have matched you two to be most compatible.”

Nothing they don’t know? What the hell does that mean? How exactly did they fucking observe you two? You stand here with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Taehyung mirrors your expression. He doesn’t want to believe this either.

“And you two are finally ready to proceed with The Island.”

The two of you stand in the living room, dumbstruck. Absolutely dumbstruck. You aren’t even able to look at one another for more than a hot second. A harsh blush creeping on your face and you cringe because there’s no way you could blush for this asshole.

You just…you cannot believe any of this. You refuse to. This is ridiculous. Insane.

“This island is only for the two of you. Designed specifically for you. You are being constantly monitored. Hidden cameras are placed all around the house. Minus the bedrooms and bathrooms. The décor and food is to each of your likings, we want you to feel at home as possible. Everything including books, movies, games and rooms are to your likings and match your hobbies.”

Wait a minute. You frantically shake your head, blinking furiously. Constantly being monitored? AKA you’re being fucked spied on? How are you supposed to do anything knowing you’re being watched?

“Your families have already been notified of your absence.”

You feel your heart drop. You didn’t even consider how they might feel.

“You will return safely once we feel we are satisfied with the results. This can be 3 months, 6 months, a year or even more.”

You feel Taehyung spin to face you in complete shock.

“We understand this may seem awkward at first but things will evolve naturally. So you should not worry.”

These words do not bring the least bit of comfort.

“Besides the ‘Requests’ we will not interfere. This is YOUR time to fall in love.”

“Thank you so much for your ongoing participation and please enjoy your new home and of course, each other. <3”

The added heart at the end of the last slide has both of you scrunching your faces in disgust. With that, the TV shuts off, showing nothing but the dark black screen and the reflection of two ghosts. What. The. Fuck.

You’re sure your expression is as clear as day; a mix between anger and hopelessness. You don’t want to look at Taehyung, not after everything you just read but you know you should. So you tip your head to the side to get a good look at him. Worry. All you see is worry. Look, he might be hot as hell but there ain’t no way you can fall in love with this dude. But also, you don’t know anything. You gulp, there is one thing you know. You’re going to be sick.

Your nausea is so built up, it’s at the entrance of your throat begging for release. You stand here, running a clammy hand through your hair. You are going to puke, you know it.

Without any further thinking, you run towards the back door in the kitchen that thankfully leads to outside. You run down a path that you pray to the God’s that this path does lead to the ocean so you can drown yourself in some good ol’ waves. Your anxiety has you out of breath before the run does. You finally reach sand that is warm and grainy under your bare feet and follow it to the shore.

It’s beautiful actually. The view. You wish you could really take it all in and let the calmness of the waves relax you but you are seconds away from upchucking last night’s pizza rolls. But it never comes. Your guts never make it out of your body but the anxiety remains. Falling to the ground, you pull your knees into your chest, trying to breathe and most importantly trying not to cry. This is no use though and to be honest you don’t try very hard because tears are cascading down your face within seconds. You can feel the burning in your chest as hot tears fall onto the warmth of your cheeks and it breaks you further. You sit here and wonder if you are really stuck here in this place and with a complete and total stranger. The same thought stays with you as you ball into yourself.

You sit here, indulging in quiet sobs until they finally ease into soft sniffles. You reach up to wipe your eyes, ridding yourself of tears and the thoughts that came along with them. You need to think more clearly. Okay, positive thoughts. Come on y/n, you can do this. Positive thoughts. First off, you’re not alone. You are not the only victim here. You have an acquaintance here who you are sure isn’t very pleased about this either. But wait—would if this guy is a total weirdo? A psycho? Okay, maybe being positive is harder than you thought. Plus he was a total asshole to you earlier. But maybe that will change?

You stand to your feet, feeling more determined than before. You are going to try to make the best out of this shitty situation. You brush away the annoying leftover grains of sand from your legs and your behind and turn around to make your journey back to the house, your ‘home’. Ew, you did not just call it that, you shudder at the thought. Before you start walking, you spot Taehyung aka your ‘soulmate’ ew, you did not just him call him that— sitting, leaning against a tree. Yup, right next to where you just had snot running down your nose. Before spiraling into embarrassment, you take a good look at him and oh. You step towards him and his eyes follow your movements until you are seated next to him. He’s tense, that’s for sure. But you can’t really blame him, now can you? You are a little bit selfish, aren’t you? He is clearly freaking out too yet you ran out on him. You can see his expressions now: confused, anger, upset. And something you can’t quite figure out.

Taehyung looks your way and offers you a small, tense smile and then turns his head away from you to face the ocean again, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”

You really don’t want to feel offended because hey, that’s fair. But still, this asshole doesn’t even know you so you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you dude.”

Taehyung glances at you and gives you a look, like he knows that’s impossible.

“Sure.” He says.

“You don’t fall in love with me.” You snap back, feeling like you won something.

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.” He deadpans.

“Listen…you’re not a psycho, are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. Taehyung stares at you for a second before he dramatically rolls his eyes at you, then he narrows his own eyes.

“I’m not a psycho,” he defends, a serious expression drawn on his face. “But how do I know you’re not?”

You bite down on your lip as if really contemplating,

“Fair point.” You smile cheekily but then your face falls into a frown. “This isn’t…real, right?” you try to brush back your hair behind your ear but the wind makes it difficult. “The TV…this is a joke, right?”

Taehyung looks on towards the ocean, the big blue waves crashing in the distance. He is silent for several long, annoyingly long moments. You can’t help but wonder what goes inside his head, what is he thinking? What is he feeling? It’s got to be similar to you, right?

“Let’s say it is real. There’s a company who…who…spied on us for a year. What does that mean? They hacked our phones? Hacked our homes? How far did they go? They said they know everything…” Taehyung pauses, flinching at his own words. “So, say they do. They believe after all their research we make a good match…the perfect match, apparently.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You cut in. “We couldn’t even get along in the first 10 minutes—”

“That’s because you were being a baby.”

“That’s because you were being a—Shut up.” You huff.

“Who’s being rude now?” Taehyung smirks. “Listen, I think it’s best if we just play it safe. But I am serious…I won’t be falling in love with you. And I am not a psycho.”

“And I am serious too, I won’t.” you remind him, annoyed. “It’s you who should be careful.” You poke your tongue out and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“So do you like pancakes? Mister Not Psycho.” You look at him with a playful smirk and he wastes no time to curve his lips downwards.

“Pancakes?” he lifts his brows but then a scowl takes over, “I’m not falling in love with you even if you make me pancakes. I still can’t get over this…they spied on us for a year y/n. Invaded our privacy…this is too much. Too much to be thinking about god damn pancakes”

“Yeah but it seems like we’re stuck together,” you reason, “Whether we like it or not. So you can maybe try not to be such an asshole to me? When I’m just as much of a victim as you are. And we still have to eat.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops a little, then he closes it, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he stands to his feet. “This is all just so crazy and a lot to take in…”

“I know…” you pause, “It’s sort of like being on a vacation—”

“Just stop.”

Taehyung walks past you, heading back inside the house. Leaving you alone with nothing but the ocean.

You stare off into the wide unknown, the oceans blue emptiness swallowing you whole. This looks like a dream vacation spot, if you’re being honest. But this? This was about to be the vacation from Hell.

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You and Taehyung walk through the door back into the kitchen, a look of grimace on his face while you frown. You two decide to check out what this place has to offer. You’re both clearly skeptical of this whole entire situation, well at least he is. He feels like the only one who is acting appropriately. But he can safely assume you probably are feeling a bit skeptical yourself. You two check to see is there is anything safe to eat—if there even is food. He doesn’t know what to believe. Was this situation, he doesn’t know…real? True? Every word he read, is a loud echo in his mind screaming at him. How could he even take this seriously? How could you take this seriously? This is fucking insane! He looks over at you, who is rummaging through cabinets, you look the same as a few minutes ago—calm with an unsure expression painting your features. He hates how calm you look, he can’t help but feel so annoyed by you.

He takes a look in the large, silver fridge and is pleasantly surprised to see many foods that he likes; lots of fresh fruits, juices, milk, sandwich meats, so on. It is fully stocked. He reaches inside the fridge for a bowl a fresh fruit, his other hand grabbing for a can of whipped cream. He gives you a look and nods towards the bowl.

“Should we test them? See if we die from poison or some shit?” he half jokes, his bitter tone shining through. You try to ignore his bad attitude and smile.

“We’re testing them with a can of whipped cream?” you go for a lighter approach but he just rolls his eyes.

“Go big or go home, am I right ladies?”

You snort. Real life snort. And you consider being embarrassed but you see Taehyung’s eyes light up in amusement before they’re darkening again.

You reach for a strawberry and pop that thang in your mouth, so he does the same. You two chew cautiously, the flavor and juices bursting. These might be the best god damn strawberries either of you have ever had. Such a shame they are being enjoyed in such a situation. He turns to face you, the you who is now stuffing your face with strawberry after strawberry, he can’t help but let a chuckle slip between his lips.

“What? Go big or go home…” you pause, a smirk playing at your lips. “Right ladies?” Taehyung only rolls his eyes at your smart mouth, he won’t allow himself to laugh.

Taehyung is still trying to gather his impression of you. When you first met you were a total cry baby, then you were just annoying and now you’re trying your best to be calm. He recalls how you ugly cried just outside—god, you have been a roller coaster of a person but considering your situation he understands why.

He believes he was more unbothered and brave after having first woken up…but after seeing those framed photos he got freaked the fuck out, to put it simply. Then the TV…everything just went downhill from there. And he sees what you’re doing…you’re trying to be strong. And he hates you for it. Why is he being the weak one here? How are you doing it with such ease? He’s spiraling. His whole life just got put on pause. His dreams and aspirations? Pause. Friends and family? Pause. His love life? P-Pause? He can’t help but worry over every detail, not to mention…is any of this the truth? Are you two just supposed to believe the god forsaken words that you read on the TV screen? And you went on about this being like a damn vacation. Unbelievable! But all he can do right now is breathe in and breathe out and try to be himself. Which at the moment is a really unhappy person.

You and Taehyung continue reaching into the bowl for more refreshing fruit, your fingers brushing against one another like this is a god damn Hallmark movie, but you don’t seem to be fazed by it so he won’t either. Even though it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t want to touch you. He wonders what your thoughts are on the whole ‘love’ thing? It’s ridiculous. Don’t get him wrong, in a different situation he could see himself getting along with someone like you, maybe even hook up…but fall in love? Not likely. Plus he already has someone. Sort of.

“Ah, wait…” He pauses mid bite.

“Hm?” you hum, mouth full.

“Aren’t we like, supposed to be finding pancake mix or whatever shit you wanted to find?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lick your fingers clean while the other hand lays rest on you hip. (And no, his eyes did not linger when you sucked on your fingers and no, they did not travel down to your hand that rest comfortably on your nice hips.)(And no, he did not just think your hips are nice.)

“Couldn’t find any!” you dramatically yell out, “You guys FAILED us!” you then look over at him with a smirk, “So much for being experts right?” you scoff, he almost wants to laugh at your dramatics but he just stares at you blankly.

But soon that blank stare is changing into a sour one when he realizes just who you are talking to…the very company that trapped you here. The one that’s watching over you right now. Or so they say.

“We should inspect the whole house.” He says seriously, “You know, get to know this ��vacation home’ or whatever bullshit you said.”

You look down at your feet, feeling fucking embarrassed.

“Sorry for calling it that I—”

“I know,” Taehyung kind of smiles, “You were just trying to make us feel better. I get it.” His tone is softer than even he intended.

“It didn’t really help, did it?” you scratch the top of your head, feeling sheepish.

“Not really.” He answers honestly, with hard eyes. “Now come on, let’s check things out.”

You nod your head with an eye roll, he still chooses to be dickish.

The two of you walk into the living room to the entertainment center. The TV is surrounded by shelves of books, movies, and games. Apparently all to your liking, so you guess you will see how true that is.

“Woah, there’s Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” You comment, the game case in your hand.

“Woah, I can kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” Taehyung plainly responds while shuffling other games between his hands.

“Don’t even. I will play you right now.” You try lightening the mood but he just rolls his eyes.

“We have other important things to do, need I remind you?” he begins lecturing you and you scoff.

“You don’t need to remind me our shitty situation. Your stupid face is reminder enough.” You bite.

“Oh?” Taehyung continues to look through cases, barely paying attention to you.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s tons of movies here and TV shows as well,” you gesture toward the bottom of the shelf. “Some I have never seen before,” you squat down, your fingers brushing against DVD cases until you stop at one in particular, pulling it out. “Like, what the hell is ‘Castaway on the Moon’?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “UH, only my most favorite movie ever?” he says, taking the case from you.

“Looks weird.” You comment plainly.

“Weird—it’s not weird! It’s actually really good I swear, actually you know what?” Taehyung huffs out, it’s the first time you’re seeing him get so worked up. It’s amusing. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” He pouts, clearly wounded you would think to call his favorite movie ‘weird’.

“Plus, who’s weird?” he asks, “What’s with all this anime? I know it ain’t mine.”

You jut out your bottom lip in guilt, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.

“Well, well…”

“Well, well…” he mocks, feeling satisfied.

You raise your eyes to meet his and walk an inch towards him, never breaking contact.

“I’ll give yours a shot, if you give mine a shot?” you challenge, sticking out your hand. He guesses you want him to shake it.

He takes a moment to let his eyes linger on yours. They’re dark. Plain. Boring. Nothing special. He looks away and scoffs but the idea of sharing his favorite movie with someone does pique his interest.

“Deal.” He says, going in for the handshake. He feels your hand in his and doesn’t expect your skin to be so soft.

“Deal.” You say with an evil glint in your eye. “I’m going to make you watch so much good shit.” You continue to hold on to his hand, you look down at them and become slightly shy. You just remembered your situation. You keep staring for an odd amount of time before you drop his hand and shake your head.

“Should we check out the other rooms?” you start walking towards the entry way back into the main area of the house, but stop to turn and look at him.

“Yeah, I suppose we can do that.” He answers back, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

The two of you walk back into the main area where the rooms are located. He hesitantly creaks open the first door. He’s met with a room so fitting. A room full of art supplies. Drawing boards, brushes, paint, etc. He feels his palms pool with sweat.

“Do you make art?” you question, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He gulps, feeling creeped out all over again. “They really did their research, huh?” he whispers to himself.

You two stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Taking in what this could really mean for you two. It begs the question: Were they really spying on you for over a year? Do they really know everything there is to know about you two?

You softly nudge Taehyung, “Why don’t we move on to the next room?” you suggest. He turns his head to face you as he swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement.

The next room is nothing spectacular, just a home gym.

“You work out?” he asks.

“Barely,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I always have the excuse of not having time or not wanting to go all the way to a gym. Guess I have no excuse now.” You look up at him with a sheepish grin. It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, Taehyung thinks. You have great legs.

“I see.” He turns his back to you, exiting the room.

The next room really wows Taehyung. He doesn’t mean for it to. He wants to hate this place.

It’s a room full of musical instruments and recording equipment.

“Holy shit.” He accidentally lets out. He walks around the room, touching things with just his fingertips. “This is like grade A equipment, I could only dream of owning shit like this.” He truly does not mean to be in awe of the music room, you know, because the enemies gave it to him but holy shit!

There’s only one room left and you swear to god it better be for you. You two slowly open the door together to reveal an interests of yours.

“Is this…? Like, a dance studio or something?” He questions, glancing around the room, “Are you a dancer?” he finally looks at you and he seems quite impressed.

You look…surprised, to say the least. Your brows shooting up all the way toward your hairline, your eyes darting all around the room.

“N-Not exactly…I mean, kind of?” you admit, your eyes falling to your hands. He tilts his head in confusion.

“I…I just have a serious interest I guess you could say,” you look all around the room again, “But I,” you play with your fingers. “I have never said it out loud to anyone.”

“Oh.” Taehyung breathes out in understanding. So, these fuckers really did spy on you guys. In depth. You both feel goosebumps rise on your arms, making you both feel a chill.

“Let’s head upstairs. Shall we?”

The upstairs has 4 doors in total. You both know the door closest to the staircase is the bedroom you woke up in.

“There’s no bathroom in this room,” he motions towards the door. “And the closet was empty. So, it’s not the master and that—”

“That means there’s multiple bedrooms.” you finish for him, and you both sigh in relief.

He means, this place has a goal of getting you together, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they only offered you one bedroom, but thank the God that he doesn’t believe in that there’s more than one bedroom.

“Yeah exactly,” he breathes out. “I’m willing to bet the door at the end of the hall is the master. Wanna just skip ahead?”

“Sure,” you agree, walking past him to beat him to the door at the end of hall. But you wait for him to reach the door as well before you’re reaching for the knob and slowly turning it, swinging the door open.

The room is big, a huge king size bed in the center of the back wall. Thankfully, the drapes are dark so not a lot of natural sunlight enters the room, Taehyung thinks.

“Hell yeah, dark curtains.” You say excitedly. Obviously reading his mind.

He follows behind you, keeping his comments to himself as you ooh and aah at your surroundings. He is impressed by the rooms simple yet he guesses you could say intriguing décor. Definitely fits his style, but he won’t say that out loud. As an artist himself, the paintings on the walls are very pleasing to the eye. He wonders if they suit you as well. If you’re his ‘soulmate’ they would, he thinks bitterly. He could see himself adding his own artwork to this room. He wonders if you would be okay with that as well—wait. What is he saying? It’s not like you two will be sharing this room!

You drag your fingers across the comforter on the bed.

“Soft.” You mumble to yourself.

He chews on his lips for a moment before speaking, “You can have it…” he shifts from one foot to the other. “The room, I mean. I’ll just take the other bedroom.”

“Really? You sure?” The excitement is evident in your voice. “Wait no—that’s not very fair. We could thumb wrestle for it or—”

He raises a brow, “Thumb wrestle? Really?”

“Mortal Kombat?” you offer.

“That just wouldn’t be fair, I would win too easily.” He says, not impressed. “Just take the room. I’m sure.”

“Fine…thank you.” you bow your head down in defeat.

The two of you walk towards the master bath and your eyes come close to popping out of your heads. It is huge! And super fancy! He’s not good at fancy words but he’ll put it simply, the countertop is long with two sinks. Two sinks. The shower has one of those rain shower head things and woah. That’s for like, rich people. The way you are gawking at this bathroom tells him you’re having the same thoughts as him. Yours are probably fancy like, “This extravagant marble bathtub looks exquisite against these cream colored walls. Very…dashing.” Or some wild shit like that.

The closet is next, He’ll be completely honest. He forgot you would need clothes and shit. But holy moly, there are rows and rows of clothes, both yours and his. There is jewelry (Not really sure why that’s necessary but like, okay) and shoes on shelves against the walls. It was more than he owned himself back at home.

“Honestly I forgot about needing clothes…since we like…live here now.” The words are sour leaving your mouth, he can tell. But also, you are obviously reading his mind again.

“What? You thought you would be wearing your cute little PJ’s 24/7 or what? Wear nothing at all maybe?” he asks, shuffling from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable.

“ha-ha.” you deadpan. “I just haven’t really thought about what this all entails is all.”

He frowns at your words,

“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.

You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.

He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.

You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?

You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.

“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.

You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.

“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.

“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.

“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.

“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.

“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.

The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.

“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”

“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”

He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.

“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”

“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”

“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

“But—”

“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”

“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”

Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.

#bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts fanfic #taehyung smut #taehyung #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #the island chapter 1

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thenovelartist · 3 years ago

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Boys as Dads - Tears of Themis Headcanons

I've been sitting on this for days, writing it after @luke-appreciator mentioned the boys as dads and henceforth planting the idea in my mind.

Luke

LOOK! Luke is living past his three year “time limit” goshdarnit! He gets to see his kids grow up!

And he has several of them with his MC (I’m thinking four or five.)

They were all mostly planned. (They were just rolling with however many they were blessed with until they decided to stop.)

When his first child was born, he cried. He didn’t think he’d get this opportunity, but now he’s a dad and feels overwhelmed by the blessing.

He is as involved in his kids’ lives as he possibly can be.

He’s the dad that will teach his kids how to fix everything.

Totally the hands-on dad of wrestling and headlocks and ruffling their hair.

Yes, even his girls, but in a slightly different context. Uses those moments to teach them self-defense. (Yes, he’ll do that to his boys, but he’s more concerned about his girls.)

That said, he’s very protective of his kids and wants to give them all the knowledge he can to make sure they can keep themselves safe.

Will try to get his kids into Sherlock Holmes.

One of his kids is named John after John Watson. It was actually MC’s idea, much to Luke’s surprise and delight.

When he’s away on mission (which already makes him sad because he doesn’t like being away from his precious family), he hates it when he has to go full dark mode. Because he’d at least like to call them and tell them good night if he can’t be there.

The king of pictures.

There are cameras scattered throughout the house so he can easily steal a picture whenever he wants to.

Will put together scrapbooks upon scrapbooks of photographs for all kinds of events. The kids get in on these activities, and it has become a bit of a family event to arrange the pages together.

Not a day goes by he takes for granted. Does not matter if he’s cleaning up diapers or one of his kids is sick or he’s having to do damage control when something gets out of hand. He cherishes all of it.

Vyn

I see Vyn having one or two. Both were totally planned.

Mostly, he just sees children as patients, but now, he’s got two children he actually raises.

And the moment his first child is placed into his arms, he realizes with sickening clarity that his actions have a direct impact on their lives.

While he knew that beforehand, there was a moment it clicked, and Vyn felt himself change that day.

He strives to be the best father he can, minding everything he does to lead by example.

He didn’t have the greatest childhood, meaning he does everything he can to make sure his kids never have to experience the things he wished never happened to him.

He’s a bit of a helicopter parent despite knowing he needs to not be. All he wants to do is protect his kids, is that so wrong?

However, because of that, he happens to understand and sympathize with parents more now. His kids wrecked him in ways he didn’t think possible.

It’s a bit of a learning experience for him to allow his kids to learn on their own. He knows so much and wants to just tell them everything they need to know, but realizes that he can’t do that. He has to let them learn and grow in their own ways.

He wants to give his kids the best, from quality schooling to extracurricular activities. But he’s also is more than happy to teach them their way around the kitchen and garden as well as play games and do puzzles with them.

Also really enjoys reading them books at bedtime. A habit that will linger around for surprisingly long while.

He’s the dad that is glad to help with homework whenever they need it.

Always offers to listen to them and talk them through things. It would be pretty shameful if the psychiatrist couldn’t help guide his own kids through their own mental hurdles.

And he knows he did something right because his kids are comfortable talking with him about a lot of things, even in their teenage and young adult years.

Ends up the dad who has the best life advice that his kids eventually learn to always listen to even if they don’t appreciate it when they’re younger.

Artem

Ends up with a large family, both adopting and raising his own.

Probably two of their own, and two or three (or four… maybe five) adopted.

The kids they had were planned; the ones they adopted… not always. It tended to be a “this one grew on you unexpectedly” situation.

Loves all his kids equally, whether they’re his own or adopted.

Super supportive dad. Probably spoils his kids in praise and hugs.

That being said, he won’t coddle them. He’s all for supporting them, but knows when to allow his kids face the negative consequences of their actions. He’s an attorney, after all. This is his “justice” side showing.

But he’s fair. He will guide them the best he can but will let experience be the teacher if he needs to. And if experience is the cruel teacher of the day, he’ll be there, whether to pick them up, dust them off, and offer hugs or to talk them through how to best navigate the consequences and avoid the situation next time.

His schedule revolves around any and all events in his kids’ lives. Which, considering the size of his family, is a balancing act.

Days off are sacred. That is his time to spend with his family.

Nightly family dinners are a big thing in the Wing household. Game nights on weekends are even bigger. And louder.

He’s the dad that can go from tutus and tea parties to action figures and lego sets. Whatever his kids are up for, he’ll gladly participate.

Every year, for each kid’s birthday, will spend one-on-one time with them and do whatever they want to do for an entire day. With a big family, especially with the adopted ones, he knows it might be easy to feel lost in the crowd and doesn’t want any of his kids thinking that.

Once a year, they go on a week-long vacation somewhere in nature. No phones, no technology; this is family bonding time and time for kids to just run around and be kids.

All in all, grade A dad.

Marius

Ends up with two or three.

The first one was a surprise, and likely one more after that was not planned, either.

But the moment he holds his first child, a switch goes off in his mind and Marius matures, knowing he’s got not only his girl to protect and keep safe but now a helpless little one who’s wholly dependent upon him.

He’s probably the second most hover-y of the boys behind Vyn. And that’s less because he’s a helicopter parent and more because he knows he’s a target for people and is very concerned for his kids’ safety. So he’s hypervigilant of everything, including what school they go to, who they’re friends with, where they go, etc.

Their house… oh my…

He’s an artist, and he will inspire that in his kids. There’s paint, stickers, crayons, and markers freaking everywhere.

Oh, and art taped to practically every wall. And a few in his office.

Marks every major event down on a calendar. His assistant knows there will be hell to pay if there’s a scheduling mishap.

Never let him help with homework (unless it’s art). Because he’s the guy who will teach his kids the smartass answers to some questions, even if it gets his kids in trouble.

(Spoiler: his kids never mind and instead pick up his bad habits.)

(Much to MC’s chagrin. Will make Marius go sit in the corner, much to his children’s delight.)

Will put his kids into any extracurricular activities they want growing up.

Totally spoils them in that way.

But the minute they turn into little shits about their wealth? Say good bye to your technology for the next few days. Marius is all about spoiling his kids, but not rotten. Even he hates snotty rich people he has to deal with, and he’s not gonna let his kids be like that.

Loves spending time doing things with his kids. Up for anything from the midday ice creams when mom told them no to spontaneous adventures. Oh yeah, he’s that dad.

#tears of themis #tears of themis headcanons #luke pierce #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen

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theyre-just-blocks · 3 years ago

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Las Nevadas on a Road Trip

Las Nevadas is essentially a family on a road trip (lol). Except none of the family members really want to be there and are really only doing this because it was an annual thing that they told themselves they couldn’t miss out on.

With that thought, have this:

Quackity is the driver, with Sam riding shotgun and taking the wheel whenever Quackity has to turn around in his seat to yell at the people in the back

“Don’t make me turn this fucking car around!”

“You heard Big Q, stop fighting back there!”

“Sorry Sam-”

“Why do they only listen to you??”

Big Q is a pretty decent driver, takes advantage of empty freeways, and he nearly gives Sam a heart attack everytime because “you have to obey traffic laws, they’re there for a reason”

Frequent stops to fast food restaurants and if you have to use the restroom, too bad, Q just missed the exit

Sam has control of the radio and the only one who seems to like that (read: not care) is Slimecicle

Sam is also the guardian of the snacks and if you’re hungry chances are all you’re going to get is a packet of peanuts like this is some goddamn airline

He’s also in charge of making sure Quackity doesn’t A) Drive everyone off a cliff and B) go the wrong direction for the fITH TIME, QUACKITY I SAID TO MAKE A LEFT-

That being said, man is awake the entire time and rarely takes naps at all during the trip

In the middle three seats we have Foolish, Slimecicle, and Fundy, aka: the slightly decent trio….slightly

Foolish is probably the least chaotic of the bunch, with him usually sticking to daydreaming while looking out the window or keeping Slimecicle entertained

He’s usually another one who tries to make peace with everyone in the car, when Quackity starts threatening to turn the car around, he usually is trying to stop Wilbur from firing another comment at Quackity to egg him on

He’s stuck in the seat that everyone usually gets out of so he is constantly having to get out of the car every time they make a stop

He wishes he hadn’t forgotten his earbuds really

Slimecicle is the middle, getting slime all over the car and grossing Fundy out

He’s also in a car seat because Quackity was worried (he’s in his tiny slime blob form)

Constantly asking questions which are usually answered by either Quackity or Foolish

Classic “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” troupe, has no concept of time

Quackity made Sam install a TV into the car so that they could distract him with a movie every time he starts asking too many questions (they only have Moana and Kung Fu Panda)

Fundy is sick and tired of Moana

No literally, he’s throwing up into another paper bag again because he gets car sick

Having slime boy sit next to him, gooping and what not is not helping

No matter how many times he asks to stop at the side of the road to hurl, Quackity says they aren’t stopping and Wilbur laughs

Tries to sleep it off though and spends a lot of time with his hat over his head because Purpled won’t share the shade

But too bad, he isn’t sharing the snacks that are totally not making him sick

In the back seats, we’ve got Purpled, Glatt, and Wilbur, the back seat drivers and the ones making Quackity go crazy

Purpled is spending most of his time with earbuds in his ears, blasting music at a volume that’s concerning Glatt

Occasionally he makes comments about the music Sam is playing on the radio, but he’s refusing to pass his phone up to the aux everytime Sam challenges him to do so

Like Fundy, he also isn’t sharing his snacks and has smacked Glatt at least five times since the last missed exit and Wilbur twice

“God, I wanna go home.”

“We’re almost at the hotel, just an hour away.”

“Not what I fucking meant!”

“Fucking!”

“No Purpled! Now you’ve got Slime saying shit!”

“Shit!”

“Oh my god…”

But at least he’s minding his damn business unLIKE TWO OTHER FUCKERS-

Wilbur and Glatt are essentially those fuckers in the back of the bus causing a whole bunch of trouble for everyone

For one, they won’t stop annoying Quackity from where they are and Sam does very little to really prevent them from stopping aside from a glare and a refusal to give them snacks

They’re also backseat driving; with Wilbur pointing out every mistake Quackity makes and Glatt insisting that if he were driving, they’d get there a lot sooner

Not necessarily in one piece, but it would be a lot faster

They fought over who would be the one to sit in the middle and eventually it ended up being Glatt because Wilbur said he wanted to be able to annoy Fundy from behind and Glatt supported that

They’re also playing games in the back, a mix of uno, black jack, and poker perhaps, nobody fucking knows

Wilbur’s got his feet up on Fundy’s seat and occasionally bothers him

Glatt sticks to just annoying Quackity and sometimes he messes with Slime

“Don’t be telling Slime things, Glatt. Slime don’t listen to him.”

“Relax pumpkin spice! I’m not going to teach him anything! I’m just giving him an apple!”

“GLATT!”

And yes, at one point the two of them were left on the side of the road for a period of time before Foolish forced Quackity to turn around and pick them back up

Nobody was really happy about that but it wasn’t the last time that it happened (Fundy once got accidentally left behind at a gas station)

Did I mention Glatt doing scuffed karaoke with a shitty mic whenever he gets bored? Because he does that.

Thank god Sam built this fucking vehicle because no fucking way would it have survived had it been a normal car

That’s all I’ve got for now. Some is inspiration out of my own family road trips (I’ve had a fair share of them) and others are completely just based on the characters’ and their personalities/habits.

I just thought it was a funny concept.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #las nevadas #quackity #awesamdude #fundy #slimecicle #foolish gamers #purpled #glatt #wilbur soot #dsmp headcanons #i've had this in my head for a bit now #if there's a fic out there #lemme know

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Yuu can do it!

What if all three Yuus (from the novel, manga, and game) were sent to the same world?

Part 11

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So! Good news and bad news.

The good news is that they made it out of the area alive!

The bad news is that running away is definitely cursed. They hadn’t even fully left the cave before Deuce skidded to a stop.

Whatever had been thundering after them had long-since abandoned the chase, the only indication that it had ever existed was the faint scraping of something metallic getting dragged along the floor deep within the mines… so they were less reluctant than one might assume to turn around and make sure Deuce was okay.

And, really, they didn’t know. Deuce was staring back into the mine, a thoughtful expression screwing up his face. It looked painful.

Ace set all of his weight against his pickaxe, Kuroki leaned against Enma (who was far more comfortable). Ace, at least, had an excuse, his leg was all messed up from the chandelier. Kuroki was just… tired.

So, he was both relieved and very much anxious about Deuce stopping. He squinted over at him. “Um… are you okay?”

“That thing mentioned something about stones.”

“Was that what it was saying?” Ito mused, mostly unconcerned as they toed at a rock by their foot for something to do. “Wild.”

“You couldn’t tell?” Ace asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“The voice was hard to make out, I had trouble translating,” Ito shrugged absently.

Enma snickered. “Then why were you running?”

“I trust Kuroki to know when to run.” They said, then frowned and corrected themself: “Kuroki-san.”

Kuroki didn’t know whether to be offended at the implication that he was a coward (fair, but rude) or pleased that they trusted his judgment even marginally.

He didn’t have time to decide. Deuce knocked his fist against his palm and oh god, no, Deuce has an idea, they need to run (again) he isn’t ready –.

“We have to go back.”

Noooooooo.

Enma, however reluctantly, nodded his agreement. “It’s way too early to give up, we haven’t even seen the thing.”

Noooooooooooooo.

“I would prefer it stay that way,” Grim pitched in, and Kuroki thought that was the most sense the monster had made since he had met him.

“... besides, the school is the only place we have, we have to at least try.”

NoooOOOO – ah, wait, crap, true.

Ace, who almost definitely had a place to stay that wasn’t NRC, was unimpressed by this particular argument. “You do realize that thing is totally going to kill us, right?”

“I would rather die than be expelled!” Deuce snapped.

Ito grimaced. “Okay, Hermione, relax. No one needs to die. We just need to come up with a plan.”

Kuroki wanted to question what the weird name (or word? They had just confirmed that they weren’t speaking their first language, so maybe it was just something they had mistranslated) they had just said was, but decided it probably wasn’t the time.

Deuce nodded. “You heard that thing’s footsteps, right? It sounded pretty slow –.”

“Okay, no, Spade-san, you’ve lost your plan-making privileges. Your last plans…” Enma started ticking off on his fingers. “Nearly got Ace killed by a cauldron, broke a billion-thaumark chandelier, and then you suggested that we break into a house.”

“Exactly. So, why are you listening to him when he says that we should go back and get the stone?” Ace said, pointing at Deuce.

(Deuce smacked his hand down. Ace put it right back up.)

Enma ignored him: “The only person here who hasn’t done anything stupid yet is me.”

Wow, Enma was really good at pissing off everyone at once.

Ito and Ace frowned at each other. “What did Ace and I do?”

“Played a game or rock-paper-scissors that nearly got us killed.”

“Oh yeah,” Ito said.

“That’s fair,” agreed Ace, looking put out.

Grim raised a paw. “What did I do?”

“What didn’t you do?” Deuce retorted, which, really, said a lot about Grim’s habits. He had known Grim for the shortest amount of time and even he knew that the monster was trouble.

This didn't stop Kuroki from sending him a glare and picking up Grim so he could hug him tightly – like a stuffed animal… or a particularly durable baby. “Shut up. He’s perfect.”

“Yeah, I’m perfect,” agreed Grim, turning his head to stick out a tongue at the people that had dared to even imply otherwise.

“And, before you ask, that is why you aren’t included in the ‘makes good decisions club’,” Enma told Kuroki, motioning vaguely to Grim.

“You called the ghosts ‘cool’,” said Kuroki hotly, his ears burning red. “You’re just as bad as the rest of us!”

Ito sighed and stepped in, holding their hands up. Maybe it was meant to be placating, maybe it was in case anyone tried to lunge at each other to fight, Kuroki didn’t really know.

“Okay, well, we can fight later. If we are going to try and get the stone then we should get going now.”

Ace frowned. “You want to go in there? I thought you had sense.”

“Literally do not care either way,” they said, rolling their eyes. “Don’t drag me into this.”

It turns out that Ito was right to put their hands up, because Deuce walked up to the nearest wall and punched it as hard as he could. Kuroki winced when the cave rumbled a little, a few loose gems falling from the ceiling and clinking across the ground.

“We can’t just quit when there might be a stone right around the corner!”

Enma eyed Deuce warily, obviously thrown by his sudden outburst, but nodded his agreement nonetheless. “There’s six of us and it seems like only one of them, we might have a chance if we play our cards right.”

Ace scowled. “There’s no way I can work with our reckless Mr. Serious here.”

“Like I want to work with you, either!” Deuce retorted. He needed to work on his comebacks, it seemed.

Ito raised their hands in a kind of ‘God, please help me reason with these idiots’. “Well, fine, we can just get expelled, then.”

“We are not giving up this early,” Enma groaned. “We haven’t even tried.”

Grim bared his fangs. “I’m sorry I don’t have a death wish like you do.”

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP,” Kuroki yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Every head jerked in his direction. Kuroki wasn’t allowed to be loud, being quiet was his thing.

“Trappola-san, I don’t like it either, but they’re right. We should regroup, put our heads together, and then try. If it goes wrong, we can always leave, yeah?”

Enma grinned and opened his mouth to say something.

“But,” Kuroki said, rounding on Enma and finding a little amusement when his mouth snapped closed immediately. “We will leave if stuff goes south. Does everyone understand me?”

Everyone nodded when he looked at each of them in turn. Some were more reluctant than others to agree but, eventually, they did agree.

His shoulders relaxed a little. “Great. So, let's go check it out. Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

Hello, hi, Kuroki wanted to take back anything he had ever said.

Regarding the thing in the mines, yes, but also just in general. This one bad decision reflected very poorly on every other decision that he had ever made.

Because the thing, whatever it was, was terrifying. It was large enough that, even in the cave system that had ceilings stretching at least three meters high, it had to crouch to avoid scraping its glass(?) head on the stone above it. And speaking of ‘scraping’, the scraping noise they had heard earlier came from the giant pickaxe it wielded – the ends of the pickaxe were dulled thanks to the years the monster had spent allowing it to drag along the floors, but this didn’t soothe Kuroki’s anxiety in the slightest.

Most notable, however, was the giant lantern it held in an iron-grip. The lantern glowed a multitude of colors thanks to the many magestones contained within it, lighting up the creature to allow them to see it in all of its ‘glory’.

The group of six watched on in horror as the creature walked up to the nearest gem with slow, lumbering steps, the black ooze in its clear head sloshing and starting to congeal until it formed a question mark.

It briefly set down its lamp to poke the stone, leaning close, and then seemed to dismiss it. The ooze settled back down and it started over to the next one to repeat the process.

It seemed to be humming to itself.

Kuroki thought he might have recognized the tune from somewhere, but he didn’t know where. His mind was too scattered to make much sense of anything other than the fact that the creature was big and scary and it was holding the thing they needed to avoid expulsion.

The group silently walked back up the mine to find a safe place where they could talk without worrying about meeting a very sudden, very unfortunate end.

But no one seemed all that intent on talking at that exact moment. Even Grim hung limp and silent in Kuroki’s arms.

And then, slowly, Ace slumped against a nearby wall and tried for a casual shrug. “... so… expulsion?”

~~~

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We Fell in Love in October, chapter 3 - October 3rd: Lunch Dates

For @dungeons-are-too-cold specifically because I told them that they would lose their minds over this chapter and also @gaelic-symphony bc she is my beta reader

Summary: Each of our main pairings goes on a lunch date, ft. a brief appearance by Willifer and Misty

Chapter word count: 1906

Total word count: 4844

Can also be read here on Ao3

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin when someone came up behind her at her locker and wrapped their arms around her waist.

"Relax, relax," Tara chuckled. "It's just me."

"Oh, okay," Emily said as she tried to return her breathing to normal. "Hey, you! What's up?"

"Well, I was thinking, it's our third day of being girlfriends and we haven't even gone on a date yet. Can I take you to lunch?"

"You most definitely can. Beats the peanut butter and jam sandwich I brought for myself."

"I am concerned for your eating habits when your mother is out of town."

"I can't cook, Tara!"

"Exactly! I'll have to give you some lessons."

"Or… you can just cook for me."

"I may be your girlfriend right now, but I am not your housewife!"

"Shame. You'd look so pretty in one of those fifties housewife dresses." Emily trailed her hand along Tara's waist on the comfy knit turtleneck sweater she was currently wearing.

Tara was gay panicking again, but tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, maybe for Halloween. Now come on, I'm taking you out for lunch."

"Cool. Where?"

"The Burgers & Shakes down the street? It's close and affordable."

"Do you just want to split a milkshake with two straws?"

Tara could feel her cheeks warm. "Maybe."

Emily grinned. "Sap. Sounds good. Let's go."

They made their way to the restaurant and were seated quite quickly. "So, what do you recommend?" Emily asked Tara. "Since this was your idea and all."

"The chocolate-strawberry milkshake is to die for. Does that sound good to you?"

"Sounds amazing."

They ordered their milkshake and were served not too long after, since it didn't take long to make. It came in a large metal cup with two straws. "This feels hopelessly rom-com," Emily laughed.

"Says the girl who suggested we date for October so that we weren't both single for unofficial lesbian month."

"Yeah, okay, that's fair."

Halfway through the milkshake, Emily found herself with a massive brain freeze. "Ow ow ow ow ow," she muttered, pressing her fingertips against her temples.

"Did I not tell you to take it slow?" Tara asked her.

"No, no you did not, actually."

"Really? Oh. Well, you should take it slow. You don't want to get a brain freeze."

Emily laughed sarcastically. "Fat load of good that does me now, thanks, Tara. Do you have anything that might actually help me get rid of this brain freeze you are completely at fault for?"

"Press your thumb to the roof of your mouth."

She did, and quickly found that her brain freeze did in fact dissipate. "Wow. That's actually not bad."

"You're welcome," Tara said.

Emily stuck her tongue out at her. "I did not say thank you. I still blame you for the brain freeze in the first place."

They finished their milkshake, and as they were preparing to leave, Emily noticed Tara had some in the corner of her mouth. She picked up her napkin and said, "Here, you have a little something…" she wiped it off Tara's face, and suddenly the tension between the two girls was palpable. Emily once again found herself wanting to kiss Tara, but told herself it was too soon, and she had no idea if Tara was even okay with that.

Tara cleared her throat. "Um. Thank you." And with that, the tension was gone.

"Yeah. Of course. You would have done the same for me." She held out her arm to Tara. "Shall we head back?"

Tara looped her arm through Emily's. "We shall."

***

Spencer was less than startled when a very familiar set of hands covered his eyes and an equally as familiar voice from behind him said, "Guess who?"

"Hmm, I fucking wonder." Spencer turned around and pressed a light kiss to Derek's lips. "Hey."

"Do you know what today is?"

"It happens to be our thirty-eight-month anniversary, but I highly doubt that's what you're talking about."

"Actually, it is. I want to take you out to lunch to celebrate. Does that sound okay to you?"

Surprisingly, Spencer found himself blinking back tears. "Wait, you actually remembered? You're not just making that up?"

"No, seriously, look." Derek pulled out his phone and showed Spencer his calendar where that date had a reminder that said, 3 years and 2 months with my Pretty Boy! "I know we don't always do something on our monthly anniversary now that we have yearly anniversaries… but I thought maybe we could start?"

Spencer was really fighting back tears now. "I love you so much."

Derek wrapped his arms around Spencer and kissed him gently. "I love you too. So are we going out for lunch or what? Because I want to eat pizza with my boyfriend."

Spencer laughed through the happy tears that had begun to fall. "Yeah. I want that too."

Hand in hand, the two boys made their way to a pizza shop just behind their school. They swung their arms between them, and it just felt so terribly cliché. They loved it. They got a small pizza and shared it, feeding each other bites from their own slices even though it was the same pizza.

"I like the idea of still doing something for our monthly anniversaries," Spencer told Derek as they were heading back. "Even though we have annual anniversaries now, these should still be just as important, you know?"

"Yeah," Derek said, smiling and this boy that he loved so much. "I know."

***

JJ and her boyfriend, Will Lamontagne, accosted Matt and his girlfriend Kristy in the hall. "The four of us are going on a lunch double date," JJ told them. "Now. No cafeteria."

Kristy and Matt looked stunned. "Um, okay," Matt said. "Can we ask why?"

"Emily texted me saying she and Tara weren't going to be at lunch because they were going out. Spence also texted that he and Derek weren't going to be at lunch because they're going out. So if the four of us leave, who do we leave behind all alone?"

It hit the other couple at the exact same moment. "Luke and Penelope."

"Exactly! So if we get them to spend lunch alone together, then maybe they'll actually start to take steps towards becoming the more than friends they are clearly meant to be!"

"Sounds good," Kristy said. "Let's go."

***

When Luke arrived at their normal meetup spot, only Penelope was there.

"Hey," he said. "Where's everyone else?"

"Well, it appears all of our friends have decided that October third is the best day of all days to go on lunch dates. So they are all gone."

“So it’s just you and me then?” He knew she was probably less than thrilled at the prospect, so he tried to keep some of the excitement out of his voice.

"Well, I mean, I was just going to go to the new coffee house that opened down the street. It's vegan, and no one else has wanted to try it with me, so this is as good an opportunity as any."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Penelope raised her brows at him. "You did hear the part where I said it was vegan, right?"

"Yeah, I don't care. It sounds nice. Besides, I've hung out with pretty much everyone in our group one-on-one except for you. It could be fun."

"As long as you don't judge my eating habits."

Luke laughed at that, but the look in her eyes told him she was dead serious. "Wait, you don't think I would actually ever do that, do you?"

She shrugged and didn't look him in the eyes.

"Come on, I knew you weren't my biggest fan, but do you really think I'm that much of a douchebag?"

She shrugged again. "I don't know. Not anymore. I kinda thought you were, back when you were new, you just gave off those vibes, I guess. I mean, come on, some new army brat macho football player? What was I supposed to think?"

"Well you know me now," he pointed out. "Surely you know I'm not like that. And I mean, come on, would Tara call me one of her best friends if I was a terrible guy? Would she even associate with me? You know lesbians are famously picky about the men they interact with."

Penelope giggled. "Yeah, I guess that's true." Her smile then fell a bit. "I'm sorry, Luke."

"Don't worry about it. So are you going to allow me to accompany you to your fancy coffee house, or are you going to leave me here all on my lonesome?"

She giggled again. "Yeah, sure, let's go."

He bowed and swept his arms in front of him in a grand gesture. "Lead the way, Chica."

The atmosphere of the coffee shop was amazing. It smelled heavenly and had a dark wood interior, with pieces of art all over the walls and dim lightbulbs hanging over the tables. Unfortunately, all this also made it feel like a prime date location.

"You're going to have to tell me what to get," Luke told her. "I've never eaten anything vegetarian or vegan before."

"Okay, well any coffee you get is going to be the same as normal, just with dairy-free milk, and they have paninis and baked goods if you want to get something to eat."

"Wait, Caprese," Luke said, pointing at one of the paninis. "Doesn't that have mozzarella cheese?"

"Well normally yes, but in this case they would have made fake cheese with tofu."

"Wait a second, you can make fake cheese from tofu?"

"Mhmm! You can make a lot out of tofu!"

"And does it taste like the real deal?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

Luke did end up getting that panini, and Penelope got a mushroom one. They each also got a cookie–chocolate chip for him, peanut butter for her–and an iced coffee.

"Queen culture is getting iced coffee at any time of the year," Penelope said.

"Truly," Luke agreed, laughing as he tapped his cup against hers.

They ate their lunch, laughing and chatting about everything and nothing. By the end of the lunch break, some of the tension between the two seemed to have dissolved.

"Hey, I had fun today," he told her, bumping her shoulder with his. "Seriously."

She smiled softly. "Me too." Then, with a smirk, she added, "Just don't think this means I'm going to be nice to you."

He laughed, holding the door open for her to leave ahead of him. "Of course."

They parted ways once they reached the school, each of them headed to their respective lockers.

JJ sidled up to Penelope at hers. “So… how was lunch with Luke?”

“It was fine, I guess. Why—” she whipped her head around to glare at JJ. “Did you set that up on purpose?”

“No,” JJ lied.

Penelope fixed her with a look.

“Well, not entirely! But when I heard Tara and Em and Spence and Derek were going out already… I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get you and ‘Cool Hand Luke’ to spend some time together.

Penelope buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I actually called him that around you. I hate you, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” JJ said, wrapping her arm around the shorter girl’s shoulder and giving her a friendly kiss on the head. “Sure you do.”

#Temily fanfiction #Temily High School AU #We Fell in Love in October #Temily #Tara Lewis #Emily Prentiss #Moreid #Derek Morgan #Spencer Reid #Garvez #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Willifer #Jennifer Jareau #Will Lamontagne #Misty #Matt Simmons #Kristy Simmons #Criminal Minds

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