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[rosenclaws]

Pride & Prejudice || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

Summary: You're an actress auditioning for theatre production of Pride & Prejudice and Leopold finds you practicing your lines.

a/n: Okay so, I need more leopold being an actor and cute moments so this was born. Full confession. I have never watched or read Pride & Prejudice so I am very sorry if I messed up anything aksdfhl. Anyways i hope u like it!!!

The fire escape has to be Leopold's favorite place. He sits on the small chair and watches the bustling city below him. Overwhelming is an understatement when it comes to the last couple weeks.

Falling into the future sounds like a work of fiction, yet it was his reality. Adjusting hasn’t been the easiest but he’s lucky to have Kate and Charlie and well, you. 

“Do you think I could have ever considered marrying the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of my beloved sister?” Leopold perks up at the sound of your voice. 

You’re Kate's neighbor, kind of. You live below her. Leopold has seen you a few times, mostly when you lock yourself out of your apartment and need to climb through Kate's fire escape. He knows you’re an actor like Charlie but in the day time you work at a coffee shop. 

You served him once or twice when he came to visit you. Your knowledge of theater is extensive and Leopold always had an interest in the stage so conversation came easy. You also loved movies, something he was completely unfamiliar with. He remembers your eyes lighting up at the very idea of showing him your favorite films. A soft smile across his face as he recalls your many movie nights. Though he didn’t quite understand every movie, he could care less when you were so passionate about each and every one of them.

“You arrogantly and unjustly maneuvered Mr. Bingley away from Jane. Can you deny it?” The dialogue catches his attention, you must be practicing for a show. He climbs down the fire escape to your apartment. 

“Your manner…Ugh!” You fall back onto your couch as you throw the sides onto the coffee table. 

“I’m never going to get this right.” You groan helplessly. 

“I thought you sounded lovely.” You let out a small scream as you hear another voice. Turning your head you see Leopold sitting on your fire escape. 

“Leo! What have I said about knocking?” 

“My apologies.” He climbs through the window and walks over to you. He looks at the pieces of paper and reaches down to pick it up. 

“Pride and Prejudice, I had no idea they turned this into a play.” He flips through some of the pages. He remembers reading the book and enjoying it quite a bit. 

“Have you gotten the part?” You scrunch your face as you shake your head. 

“No. Auditions are next week. I…” You hesitate to continue but he smiles softly and you cave instantly. 

“I wanted to audition for Elizabeth but a couple friends told me I’d probably be a better Charlotte.” 

Not that you had anything against the character and a part is a part no matter how small, but you wanted to play more than a side character. Leopold's brows furrow as he sets down the script. 

“Nonsense, do not listen to them. I think you would make a perfect Elizabeth.” He compliments sincerely. Of course you would, he thinks. You’d be perfect in any role. 

“Thanks.” Your eyes drift to the sides on the table. Leopold stands with his arms behind his back, even in casual clothing he radiates this aura unlike anything you’ve seen. 

“You know Leo,” You smile as an idea pops into your head. “I think you should audition too.” Picturing him as Mr. Darcy is easy. After he did his butter commercial, you realized he was a natural for acting and with his background, he’d be perfect for period pieces. Not to mention how handsome he is. You’re sure the director would be tripping over himself to get Leopold a role. Leopold seems uncertain at your suggestion. 

“Here,” You pick up the sides and hand him the one for Mr. Darcy. He skims over the lines and frowns. 

“I do not recognize this.” 

“Oh yeah, they’re from the movie. The director wanted to include his big monologue and the kiss.” You explain, making a mental note to show him the movie later. 

“I understand wanting to take creative liberties and all but…” Maybe he’s a stickler for the classics but he isn’t exactly fond of changing such a well written book. 

“Just give it a try.” He sighs and stands a bit taller. 

“You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my Aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself before.” He looks up from the script and you give him an encouraging smile. 

“If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever.” You want to melt under his gaze. It’s not fair how easily the words flow out of his mouth. How naturally charming he is. 

‘“If, however, your feelings have changed…” To your surprise he sets down the paper and walks closer to you, holding out his hand to you. Hesitantly you take his hand, unsure of where he was going with this. He pulls you up, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I could, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul,” His hand gently grabs your chin as he steps closer to you. You stand frozen in complete shock. The script is long forgotten, the pages having fallen from his hands. 

“And I love and love and love you. And never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” He finishes his monologue as a whisper. You part your lips but no words come out, wanting to hold onto this moment for longer. 

“I believe you mentioned a kiss,” He mumbles. 

“It’s uh, towards the end…” He hums and without another word he gently kisses you. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips are so soft, so gentle yet so passionate. One of his hands snakes to your lower back, guiding you even closer to him. The kiss breaks and you’re left breathing heavily, smiles on both of your faces. 

“You’re really good at this. Maybe you should become an actor.” You say jokingly. He chuckles and brushes his thumb along your cheek. 

“I was not acting,” He admits. 

“You are truly, utterly, bewitching and If you were to accept, I would die a happy man.” Jesus, he knows how to talk. 

“I would be an idiot to say no to you.” You grab his face and crash your lips onto his. He steps back but quickly matches your fervor. 

“Join me for dinner tonight, so I can court you properly.” He says breathlessly, his face slightly flushed. 

“Properly? So you don’t normally kiss a girl before dinner?” You say teasingly. 

“No, But for the sake of theater, perhaps I can make an exception.” That’s as forward as you’ve ever seen from Leopold, an innocent smile on his face but a clear spark in his eyes. Smirking, you glance at the scattered pages on the ground. 

“Good, because I think we need to run the scene again and again.” 

[pretzel-box]

Tags: Comedy, Some Fluff, Streamer AU, GN!reader x Human! Sebastian

Words: 1,9k

"Pressured_Solace has started a stream. Click here to watch."

The blue notification button caught your eye as it popped up on your desktop, the usual alert signaling that your favorite streamer was live. A thumbnail of the game he was about to play accompanied the message, and without hesitation, you clicked to join the stream.

“Jellycatfished joined the stream!”

“Is that the real one??”

“Bet it's another faker looking for donations.”

A grin spread across your face as you slid your headphones over your ears, adjusting them for comfort as you leaned back in your gaming chair. Solace hadn’t noticed your arrival yet, too focused on setting up the stream and chatting casually with the early viewers. Hearing his deep, familiar voice through your headphones sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, filling you with a warm, giddy excitement. Pressured_Solace was your absolute favorite streamer—witty, thoughtful, and with a voice that could melt butter. Like you, he streamed without a face cam, leaving his appearance up to the imagination of his audience, which only added to his charm.

“I think… yeah, I’m all set. Everything’s good,” he mumbled into his microphone. You could hear the sounds of items shuffling around and the clatter of coffee mugs on a wooden desk in the background. Then he leaned closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “Test, test, 1-2, 1-2. Can everybody hear me?”

The chat lit up with eager replies—greetings, questions, and a flood of emotes scrolling by at high speed. The sound of his chuckle was like music to your ears as he tried to keep up with the barrage of messages. You could feel his excitement; it was the same rush of emotions and adrenaline that coursed through your body when you streamed.

“Alright, just a heads-up,” he continued, his tone teasing. “I got a new microphone, and I haven’t fine-tuned all the settings yet. So if you hear anything other than my voice… well, that’s just proof I’m not a robot.”

His joke made you laugh out loud, and without a second thought, you hit the like button to show your support. This was classic Solace, always with that sassy vibe and the funny comments right up his sleeve.

You moved your cursor again, hovering over the donation button as you carefully selected the amount, leaning forward with excitement as you typed a message to accompany it. Money wasn’t an issue for you—you had sponsorships, collaborations, and a well-paying side job as a secretary at a company called Urbanshade. So you took the liberty of spoiling yourself a little by supporting your beloved streamer.

“Jellycatfished has donated $1000. ‘You're telling me you are not an AI that will take over the world, Solace??’”

The automatic voice read out your donation, and Solace burst into laughter, probably shaking his head in amusement. “Welcome back, beloved Jelly. How many times do I have to tell you not to donate so much, silly?” His words were playful, but there was a certain softness in his tone, a hint of affection that made your heart flutter. Knowing that your favorite streamer had noticed you always brought a smile to your face. “But seriously, thank you, Jelly, for the donation,” he said warmly. “I appreciate your support—although I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to buy my loyalty.”

You laughed, quickly typing back into the chat, “Maybe I am! How else would I get the attention of the coolest streamer online?” A quick moment of embarrassment filled you as you suddenly regretted your message, was it too cringe? Too much?

Solace chuckled again into the microphone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, ���You don’t need to buy my attention, Jelly. You’ve always had it.”

The chat exploded with a flurry of reactions, hearts, and playful comments. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. This was the magic of streaming—the hidden identities, the mystery, the fun banter. It was your little escape from reality, and you loved every second of it.

Just then, a notification popped up on the screen.

“Pressured_Solace has invited Jellycatfished to a private match!”

It was an invitation to a combat pvp game that grew popular in the past few days, blowing up on social media. It became one of your favorite things to stream, and Solace knew that.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glimpsed at the sudden invitation. A private match? With him? You quickly accepted the invitation, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement. As the game loaded, Solace spoke again, his voice filled with that familiar teasing tone. “Alright, Jelly, let’s see if you’re as good in-game as you are at throwing money around.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of competitive spirit. It wasn’t the first time you played with him and surely not the last. “Bring it on, Solace. I’ve been practicing.” This was the last message you typed before the loading screen disappeared.

The game started, and the playful banter between the two of you continued over the ingame voice chat, filled with laughter, friendly taunts, and unexpected plot twists. The chat was loving it, spamming comments like “OMG, this is the collab we didn’t know we needed!” and “Ship them already!”

As the game loaded into the next round of the PvP arena, the tension between you and Pressured_Solace crackled like electricity. The map was a sprawling labyrinth of narrow corridors and open spaces, perfect for ambushes and quick escapes. You took a deep breath, fingers flexing over the keyboard, ready to bring your A-game. The chat, that was open on your second screen, was buzzing with excitement, filled with a mixture of support and playful taunts.

"Let’s go, Jelly! Show Solace who's boss!"

“Team Jellycatfished for the win!"

“Pressured_Solace may be good, but Jelly's got that magic touch!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the encouragement flooding in. The support from your fans always gave you that extra boost of confidence, especially when it came to facing off against someone as skilled as Solace. You knew he was good—really good. But you weren’t about to let that intimidate you.

“Alright, Jelly,” Solace’s voice came through your headphones, smooth and teasing. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

“Oh, I plan to do more than keep up,” you shot back, your voice light and playful. “I’m coming for you, Solace. How about a bet?”

“A bet?” He chuckles. “Sure.”

You started to smirk as an idea came to your mind. “If I win, I get to wish something from you.” It took a moment for Solace to reply, he was definitely teasing you by pretending to think. “Fine, but if I win, you're the one that has to fulfill a wish.”

“Deal.”

The match began, and you immediately took off, sprinting down a side corridor to grab some resources. You knew the map well enough to anticipate the power-ups and health packs that would spawn in certain locations. If you could get to them first, you might stand a chance.

But Solace was a step ahead. As you rounded a corner, you were met with a hail of bullets, forcing you to duck behind a crate. You could hear Solace chuckling through the mic.

“Nice try, Jelly, but you’re gonna have to be faster than that,” he taunted, his confidence evident.

Your heart raced as you peeked out from behind the crate, firing off a few rounds in his direction. He dodged easily, taking cover behind a wall. The chat was going wild, cheering you on, urging you to give it your all.

“Come on, Jelly! You got this!”

“Don’t let him intimidate you!”

“Use the power of the Jellycatfished!”

You grinned, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You quickly reloaded and made a break for it, dashing toward the nearest cover. You had to stay on the move—staying in one place too long would make you an easy target. Solace’s aim was deadly accurate, and you needed to keep him guessing.

But every time you thought you had a plan, he was already two steps ahead. He moved through the map like he was born there, seamlessly transitioning from offense to defense. You managed to get a few hits in, but he was quick to recover, always staying just out of reach.

“Having fun yet, Jelly?” he asked, his tone light but focused.

“More fun than you can handle,” you retorted, launching a surprise attack from above, dropping down from a higher platform. Your ambush caught him off guard, and you managed to land a few solid hits before he rolled away, retaliating with a well-placed grenade that forced you back.

The chat erupted with excitement.

“YES! Go, Jelly, go!”

“That was epic!”

“Don’t let up, Jellycatfished!”

Despite the cheers, you could feel the pressure mounting. Solace was clearly better, his skill evident in every move he made. He was precise, calm, and knew exactly how to control the flow of the game. You, on the other hand, were running on adrenaline and instinct, trying to keep up with his calculated strategies.

And then he made his move. In a swift, decisive maneuver, he cornered you in a dead-end alley, cutting off your escape routes. You fired desperately, but his shots were faster, more accurate. Before you knew it, your health bar was dwindling down to nothing.

“Looks like this is the end, Jelly,” Solace said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Any last words?”

You grinned, a surge of determination flooding through you. “Yeah… don’t underestimate me.”

With a final burst of energy, you lunged forward, launching one last, desperate attack. It was reckless, but you had nothing to lose. You managed to land a few more hits before Solace finished you off with a well-placed headshot.

“Defeated! Pressured_Solace wins the match!”

The screen flashed the results, and the chat exploded with a mix of cheers and playful groans.

“GG, Jelly! You put up a good fight!”

“Solace is just too good!”

“Rematch! Rematch!”

“That was intense!”

Breathless, you leaned back in your chair, a smile tugging at your lips. “Not bad, Solace. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad? I’d say that was a pretty solid victory,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But you did put up a good fight, Jelly. I’m impressed.”

You laughed, feeling a warm flush of pride despite the loss. “I’ll get you next time, Solace. Mark my words.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the screen. “I always enjoy a challenge from you.”

The chat continued to buzz with excitement, fans from both sides celebrating the epic showdown. Even though you didn’t win, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You may have lost the match, but you had fun, and more importantly, you had earned Solace’s respect. And that, in itself, felt like a win.

As the stream continued, you and Solace bantered back and forth, the playful rivalry only fueling the chat's excitement. It was moments like these that reminded you why you loved streaming so much—the thrill of the game, the support of the community, and the chance to connect with someone like Pressured_Solace, even if you didn’t know him outside of this virtual world.

But there was always tomorrow, and another game to be played. And who knows? Maybe next time, the outcome would be different.

A message plopped up at last, Solace texted you privately over the streaming platform.

“Alright Jellykitten.” He obviously joked by giving you such a silly nickname. “Time for my wish, prepare for your doom!”

“What is it, Solace?”

“Share your discord tag with me.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

the lakes (4) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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midnight rain

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warnings: angst, fluff, mentions and allusions of trafficking and sexualization of reader/finnick by capitol, manipulation of someone's feelings, allusions of past break up, allusions to death/violence, playful banter, no use of y/n, UNEDITED, me trying to write peeta, trauma, allusions to mental illness, survivors guilt

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The couch in all its neon greeness had been the same over the last 6 years. With the same garishly neon blue pillows in obnoxious shapes and as you stared at it it brought back when you and Conway had anxiously sat on it. When you began nervously sucking up to him, playing his sensitive side.

“I'm worried about you." Finnick popped a grape into his mouth as he sat on one of the velvety seats at the table. Honesty was his new approach, to tell you exactly what he was thinking especially if it was about you to force you to do the same. You were only a couple hours into the morning and this was evident.

“Why, Finnick?" You sighed, not in annoyance, well maybe a little bit in annoyance, but mostly the sigh had been one of love.

“I know we've both been back before, but not as tributes. You're going to start thinking about your games again as we go through the same steps. I'm worried you won't stay grounded."

“Yeah, well, I have you and as long as I can be in your arms I'll be okay."

He nodded observing you carefully, to make sure you weren't repressing anything deep within you, but he seemed satisfied for now. “It's not just you, I'm sure we're all going to be thinking a lot about the first time we were in this position." Finnick shrugged, grabbing another handful of grapes.

“Are you gonna be able to stay grounded?" You asked, putting down the knife you were using to butter your toast.

"I've managed this long.” He smirked, leaning forward, "Plus I've got you, angel.” 

You rolled your eyes,"You're so cheesy.”

"What? So it's cheesy when I do it, but not when you do it?”

"Exactly.” You laughed. "Second day of married life and you're already catching on!”

"I'm a fast learner.” He raised his eyebrows, grinning.

The door opened and in came your escort. “Good morning, you two! Glad to see you've broken no more glasses, Finnick." She tutted, her dress was an eyesore to look at. You loved color, but her clashing bright ones made your head hurt.

“Nope, I've remembered my manners, Koalema.” 

"Well that's good! Oh look, we're so close to arrival.” She kept babbling about something probably nonsensical. Koalema, why had you never been able to recall that name? You felt bad for not remembering, but it was so hard when she was flurry of chaos and overstimulation. 

Finnick stood up and held his hand out for you, “Well here we go, angel. Be ready to put on that beloved smile and have those tears ready to spill. They love that about you." You took his hand and pulled yourself out of your seat.

“You don't need any instruction from me, always the charmer."

“Yeah, well I've had longer." The two of you prepared to greet the vultures waiting to eat up upon arrival. Standing in front of the window, hands tightly clasped together ready to gracefully swoop up your audience in their desired fantasy for the final time. 

To smile at the people who had taken everything from you and completely controlled every aspect in your life. How people saw you, your relationship with Finnick, your relationship with yourself and your body, anything that you could think of they had somehow pulled strings in it. All of your life was under their thumb and you realized the lengths you would go to stop that, what would life be like when all you had left was memories that never needed to be reopened?

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It was beautiful. There was more food than you'd ever be able to eat and not a single scent of the salty seafood you were used to. Bright colors etched into your brain and everything was so modern, so clean. You had no idea what you'd expected, but it blew you away.

“This is where you two will be staying on our way to the Capitol! Isn't it beautiful? No expense has been spared, District 4 has a pretty good reputation of course and we'd like to keep that! So be in awe, but not so much that you forget about that." The garish woman said so cheerfully you were convinced you misheard her.

“No we wouldn't want that." Conway muttered and the woman gave him a sharp smile.

“Make yourselves at home, I do believe the two of you are very lucky and get the one, the only Finnick Odair as one of your mentors this year. Let me check on that and possibly, Odine." Her heels clicked out the room which inexplicably opened just as she stood in front of it.

Home. You'd never see home again, never swim in the comfort of its waters, see your family, lay in the warm sand. Yes, you would if you could win this, but you couldn't. And Finnick, how were you supposed to think about strategy when he would be right there?

“Are you okay?" A soft hand landed on your shoulder and Conway's deep, brown eyes spoke as much comfort as they could for you. Of course you weren't okay, how could you be? But saying that wouldn't endear him into you, so you melted into his touch.

You shook your head, closing your eyes, and sniffling. “What about you? How was your family?" 

“Well at least I'm here with you and they'll be okay, at least they have each other too." Yes, at least you had someone you knew, yet also didn't that make it more difficult? He didn't ask about your family though, maybe if you kept a tally you'd feel less guilty by the end.

“Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have someone I trusted. I'm just so scared, Conway.” With that you'd erupted into tears and he pulled his arms around you. They weren't stiff, but weren't comforting, not that you really needed his comfort.

“It's okay, we've got each other."

You already hated yourself.

With that the automatic door slid open, but you didn't tear yourself away. You knew who it would be, but he wouldn't believe you if you jumped from him. So you slowly moved your hands to wipe your face and made your voice shake as you let out your sweetest, “Thank you."

He nodded eagerly, he didn't say of course but you could see it in his eyes. A warm, but brisk voice interrupted the moment. “Glad you've already decided to ally with each other, makes it much more difficult when the tributes won't talk to one another." Finnick’s honeycomb sweet voice finally drew your eyes to his.

“Yes, it's an easier angle to work with." A tall woman beside him agreed, you recognized her from the screens, Ondine Afron, she sounded more tired then you'd remembered.

“We’ll be your mentors, teaching you with our experience the best ways to survive, how to get sponsors, and whatever else could help." Finnick grabbed a sugar cube from the bowl by the teapot, examining it before tossing it into his mouth.

Yes and him being a mentor could throw a wrench in your plans. Conway had heard every bit of the emotional rollercoaster that had been Finnick Odair, how could you convince him you loved him instead when the man of all your affections was right there.

“Nice to meet you both." Conway said curtly, he let himself glare slightly at the other man. Usually you'd scold him for this, you weren't the type to want tension, but you needed him to trust you. So you leaned into his side, looking up at him as innocently as you could. Willingly him with every molecule to believe you and for Finnick to leave you alone enough to make your performance more outstanding.

Later that night when you'd wandered the train's halls in a nightgown with a softness like you'd never experienced before, you'd passed by Finnick who had nothing but praise for the plan we could tell you were hatching. Of course he could tell, he knew every morsel of your being. 

“You're so smart, angel, the way you came up with that in a matter of seconds. Being good on your feet like that could save you in the arena." He'd whispered, softly above the mechanical noises your brain had hyper fixated on since your arrival. 

“Don't call me that." You muttered.

He sighed, looking down, “I'm sorry. I'm just-"

“Yeah, I know."

“You know I'd do anything to keep you safe, even if I haven't always been able to tell you what and now I've failed, but here you are, I mean the way you manipulated your eyes like that was brilliant. The audience is going to be under your finger just keep doing what you're doing." Suddenly his hands were around yours, a movement so familiar it made you shudder.

“Finnick, please don't." You tugged your hands, half-heartedly, not really letting them escape his loose grip.

“I'm sorry, I know you don't understand why I hurt you, but it'll all make sense once you win this thing."

“Yeah, sure." You rolled your eyes, this was a tiring waltz between the two of you. Him claiming it was to protect you while you couldn't know from what, even now when you were on the brink of inevitable death.

“I promise." He stilled all his shifting and movements, sea green eyes boring so deeply into the depths of your heart there was no choice but to trust him. You couldn't help yourself and leaned in, delicately letting your lips graze his cheek.

“I have to go find his room. You know, do what I can." There was slight laughter behind your tone and Finnick nodded, softly smiling.

"My smart girl.” He muttered, glowing in the lamp light. I miss you, your brain screamed as you gazed at him, suddenly the tears you were trying to force up to sell your act were easier to conjure up. So you left him in the dim lights of the train car to convince Conway of how badly you needed his comfort now that you were away from home.

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“Secret wedding is all anyone can talk about." Your designer, Cambrie, sounded like bright citrus, drinking orange juice for breakfast. “Especially those seaweed rings, so bolstering for my ideas to run their course!" She smiled, clearly full of anticipation for her idea to be revealed to you.

Truthfully you couldn't care less about it, you wanted to be back at Finnick's side. As the years passed being alone with people from the Capitol no matter who they were or what they intended nauseated you. “Oh come on, Cambrie, I'm going to die of anticipation!" You proclaimed with as much drama as you could, pouting.

"Oh you're adorable.” She clapped like you were some sort of performing dog and pinched your cheeks, actually pinched your cheeks. The infantilization made you want to retreat but that would never be an option. “Reignbaugh was going to go with a fishing net to look for Finnick to pay homage to the District of course, and similarly with you I was thinking to draw it together, but the seaweed combined to call back to the rings. Everyone will eat it up, and oh I have a lovely pearl headdress you are going to be stunning!” 

You gushed to her, but internally felt your stomach turn. This really meant she was going to try and show as much as you off as she could. Of course this turned out to be true. The outfit could have been beautiful if in reality it wasn't so dehumanizing. The seaweed running through the fishing net dress that adorned you barely covered your nipples and much of your body was clearly visible to those who stood close enough.

"And of course for the Capitol Princess.” Cambrie announced, placing her elegantly made crown, you had to admit it was beautiful. The way each pearl shined between the seaweed. Although you did think the seaweed usage was over the top, the choice of it for the rings hadn't really been significant, it was just there in a place you both loved. It was marketable though. Her and your other stylists had also gone to great effort to make your eyes look as watery as possible, even adding pearly effects to make it look like you were crying them. It was too all too much, but you oohh’d and awed which they adored you even more for. 

“Don't you look handsome." You remarked all too sarcastically as you approached Finnick and his bare chest. 

“Oh just smile and wave, angel, they're savoring the last time they'll see either of us like this.” It was lighthearted and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, but it did comfort you. Eventually your body would simply be yours again." There she is.” He whispered, your eyes followed him to her, Katniss Everdeen.

“Well you better go make your introduction then."

“Well ladies first." He gestured, expectantly.

“No, I don't think my first introduction should be like this." You pointed up and down the outfit. "You go, it'll seem perfectly on brand for you.”

Finnick nodded, you could tell he had more he wanted to say, to lecture on but there wasn't much time. You looked around the room, toying with the fishnet nervously before you heard someone call your name and looked in the direction.

"Didn't expect you to be the type with nerves.” A voice quickly caught your attention. Peeta Mellark.

"Only at the worst times.” You grimaced, shaking your head. 

Peeta smiled, "Well I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who gets them.” 

"Oh far from it, I bet you 75% of the people in here are trying not to throw up right now.” 

“Which one's are fine then?" He stood by you observing the occupants.

“While obviously it's neither of us, I'm thinking District 11 too many years in for either of them to be worrying."

“1 & 2?"

“Bingo!" You announced, tilting your head.

“Surprised you didn't say Katniss." He remarked.

"Surprised you didn't say Finnick.” You countered.

"The thrills of pretending to not be shaking.” He shook his head with a smirk.

"Masters of that game. In fact she looks like she might just kill him now.” You tried not to laugh at how Katniss looked at Finnick who you knew was trying desperately to work his charms.

"Well, I'd best go save him then.”

"Oh, yes it would only be mildly entertaining.”

"It was nice meeting you, considering the circumstances.” Peeta exuded kindness in a way you could only aspire too, it genuinely hurt your soul.

“Yes, a mind numbing extravaganza thrown here would have been much more enjoyable, as horrendous as that is to say." 

"I only ever attended one and just from that, I ever so gravely attest to that. I better go break the two up before she attacks.”

"Oh please do, can't have him squabbling already.” Peeta smiled and soon enough Finnick was stalking back your way.

"She'll come around.” He assured before you could even open your mouth as the two of you stepped into the carriage.

"I'm sure she will. Peeta and I could feel the tension from a room away.”

"Everybody likes me.”

"I'm sure talking like that is exactly why she doesn't.” You nudged him playfully.

"Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes.

"That's no way to talk to your wife, Mr. Odair.” 

“I apologize, Mrs. Odair." He pulled you in for a kiss just as the carriage came into the bright sunlight, the screaming proved its effectiveness to you. It was sure to leave an impact on them when they looked back on the tribute parade. 

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thank you all again for your continued reading and support, especially since I feel like this is so slow paced but there's so much I want to get in there. if you enjoyed feedback, comments, likes, reblogs are all much appreciated, as always my inbox is wide open for any thoughts y'all have! so excited for getting into the training parts and some rebellion planning in the next part. love y'all so much, thank you again 💕💋

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All The Things I Did (12): I Bet You Want Forever

a/n: hi my lovelies! i told you one day john would sing blue skies to cass and finally that day has come! the beginning of this chapter is heavy on cass and harding before we get to our beloveds but i hope you all like it. the next big plot point is going to take us to north africa where john and bobby cooper are going to meet and i just know you guys are going to love every minute of it. please feel free to pop into my inbox to chat about these two (or butter) whenever. love you all and can't wait to chat about this one and what comes next!

Easy as pie.

Her mother wasn’t found in the kitchen all too often but she made an exception when it came to the holidays. Mostly for Thanksgiving and mostly for the task of her apple pie. Cass would sit at the counter and watch her mother measure the ingredients with an ease that showed how many she had made over the years. Cut the butter with a bend of her wrist and focus on her face. Hand Cass a fork and allow her to stir, always ensuring she was gentle and gentle and gentle, as the water was poured into the bowl. If she behaved, she was allowed to poke at the dough with her fingers and delight at the feeling before she was ushered off to wash her hands. Before she was tucked back into a chair to watch quietly as her mother continued to work. 

The housekeeper peeling and slicing apples, her mother tossing them in sugar and cinnamon and nutmeg. Cass would hold her breath as they rolled the dough over the pie plate and filled it with the fruit, trimming everything as perfectly as they could before it disappeared into the oven. 

The whole house smelled warm and delicious in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. She remembered it fondly though fading as the months away from the Palmetto State. 

It was a slice of pie flavored like lemon that was placed in front of her and it almost made her pause her laugh at the joke the British colonel had just delivered. 

It wasn’t apple pie nor was it made by the hands of her mother but the plate was threatening to pull her under with the memories. With the longing to be back in the place that had effortlessly been described by the word home. The place that had her siblings and nieces and nephews and her horses and dogs…but it also had people like Landry. People that looked at her like a commodity, the same way the British officers were looking at her now. 

“It is a shame, Lieutenant, that dessert signals the end of a meal. Perhaps I could entice you to extend it?” She smiled and daintily slid a tiny bite of said dessert between her lips. Her eyes stayed on his as she tracked his gaze to her lips. They pressed together in a hum. He swallowed. 

Easy as pie.

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She kept the fake smile on her face while they danced and made sure she was extra light on her toes as the Brits took turns spinning her around. They told her of their families around their cigarettes. How long it had been since they’d seen them. How old their children were. The quality of life they were living in London. When they had switched to cigars after dinner, she’d let their fingers brush hers. Tease them with touch as asked where an officer got calluses like those. With a puff of his chest he had told her all about his military training. Where it was. How long it was. The weapons he had handled in order to earn those very calluses. 

Cass ate up every crumb he offered and ducked her head in a giggle to seal the bubbly drunk deal. The only thing that could derail her night was his hand on her knee. 

“Sir…” she said with a bat of her lashes, her fingers wrapping around his and pushing as gently as she could manage. 

“Are you otherwise occupied, Lieutenant?” She smiled without showing her teeth.

“Occupied with thoughts of an Allied victory.” With a hand smoothing her skirts, she stood on steadied feet. “Might you walk me to the car?” She made sure Colonel Harding was in ear shot when she posed the question. She had no further interest in participating in this ordeal. All that she had come for had been obtained and her report would be more thorough than necessary. 

The RAF officer took her gloved hand with a bow of his head and led her into the cool, night sky while Harding made his rounds of goodbyes. 

“I do hope you had a wonderful night, Lieutenant Cooper, and would never hesitate to join me for another dinner.” 

“An open invitation?” Also keep them willing to see you again. One of the key tenets of her training. Never let them think you’ve tired of them or were bored by their company. It had been drilled into her at school to always secure a next meeting. A way to contact them. A way to find them. A way to make sure you could cross paths again should you need to. There was no  way of knowing when his loose lips would prove useful to her once again. 

“Always and forever, Cassandra.” Her eyes twinkled in the starlight. Oh she had him so good. 

“Lieutenant. Shall we be going?” Harding’s words were clipped and stern without even attempting to hide his displeasure with the scene he had found himself intruding upon. Cass nodded respectfully to the Brit before taking Harding’s elbow and allowing him to escort her to their waiting Jeep.

“You seem displeased,” she muttered as they moved outside of earshot, the plastic smile slipping from her face.

“I asked for your expertise in assessment not a honey trap.” Cass scoffed as he lit a new cigar and opened the passenger door for her.

“A honey trap? Colonel, I did nothing improper tonight. Led him to believe nothing. Promised him nothing. Ruined nothing.” How dare he imply she had leveraged something distinctly unholy to get any information tonight. She had flirted. Leaned into her femininity. But she hadn’t crossed that line the way she knew other women from her class had and would. How could she when she had John Egan waiting for her back at Thorpe? Losing him wasn’t worth anything in exchange.

“You have done more for this war effort than any of those men have.” 

“And that’s a problem?” 

“I asked you here because I know you’re good at your job and because I knew you needed to rip the bandage off. But seeing you with that officer…The OSS is only ever going to view you as lesser than.” She chilled her face into stoicism and blinked against the night-chilled air. 

“I don’t owe you an explanation or justification for my career.” Had he not just been the first to find her after Berlin? Had he not coaxed her blood-soaked hands from the back of that airplane? From around the wound of her friend who had died in her arms?

“Cassandra, you could be so much more.”

“Like what? A girl who hands out coffee and donuts? Your secretary?” Your wife was burning on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it down. 

“At least you wouldn’t be dead.” 

“And how does my death concern you?” she asked with the clarity of a viper and the sting of its venom. The lights of the officer’s club were growing in clarity before her eyes. He put the car into park before turning to her.

“I would like for your well-being to concern me. Beyond being someone in your chain of command.” God, she knew exactly where this was going. What the hesitancy in his tone and words implied. What the look in his eyes would be if she dared to turn and look into them. It was the sentiment he had pondered sharing with her that night in London. The sentiment she had brushed aside as just a handsome man enamored by a young woman. It hadn’t even crossed her mind to consider he would bring his lust to the forefront again. Certainly not after it had been made abundantly clear that her heart was in the hands of another. Firmly. “I shouldn’t have let you leave that night without telling you. Without asking you-”

“Please let me out of this car.” She was giving him one chance to save his dignity in front of her. One chance to unlock the doors and let her walk into the officer’s club. One chance to pretend the conversation had never gone down this path. If he did that, she’d spare him the wrath of telling the Major who was waiting behind those doors to dance with her. Make love to her. Spend his whole life with her.

“We would be happy together.” Screw it. She bent her legs and kicked, the flimsy door of the Jeep opening against its will and swaying back and forth. “One day Major Egan will not land after a mission.” She whirled on him. Fire in her eyes and her hands threatening to rip through the fabric of the seats with her rage.

“Don’t you ever…ever say anything like that. To me, to yourself, to anyone! I will end your career if you do, am I understood?” Acknowledgement flicked across his eyes. She had a folder on him. The same way she did everyone else. “Say it out loud, Colonel.”

“Understood.” She held his gaze for a beat longer before rolling her shoulders and letting her anger pass. The compartment of her emotions locked back into place. 

Her toes daintily touched the ground, her gloved fingers tucked her curls back into place and she settled her purse into the crook of her elbow. “Enjoy your evening, Colonel. It sounds like there’s a band playing!”

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Gale wished the music was louder. Just enough to drown out the incessant tapping of John Egan’s foot. He was restless. He was restless and he was fidgeting and it was detracting from the music that Gale thought was actually really well performed. A perfect balm for the day in question.

“You know what this is missing?” He knew what John was going to say.

“Nothing.”

“Vocals.” The Major went to stand and Gale pressed him back into his seat. John huffed but straightened his jacket and with a sip of his drink, settled back into his chair. “Shouldn’t she be back by now?”

“I don’t know what her business entailed, John.” He had kept one eye trained on the door the entire night. Had sipped angrily at his drink. Was even more restless than he normally was by his own standards. “However, I am certain she doesn’t want to spend any more time with Harding or away from you than she absolutely has to.”

“The whole thing makes me uneasy.” The job of being a spook in itself. The lack of time since Berlin before she was being called on again. The way Harding had gone about convincing her to attend this dinner on his arm. The fact that she never seemed to fear for her life and left all the worrying up to him. But, he supposes, she would say the same thing about his regard for the future as well. “Maybe if I start singing, she’ll feel compelled to answer the call and appear.”

“Only to put the rest of us out of our misery,” Gale muttered back. John was in the process of leaning around him to get someone else’s opinion when the door to the hall creaked open and the gentle tapping of heeled shoes pierced his ears through the music. He’d be able to follow the cadence of those steps through a dogfight. 

“Something’s wrong.” It was plain as day to him. Her shoulders were tight and drawn back like she was readying for a fight. He could almost feel the tension that was rippling up and down her muscles. It was how he imagined she would look in the presence of her mother in South Carolina. Stoic and perfectly coiffed and put together. Though that unyielding gaze and ferocious set to her jaw would probably exist in any time or place that Cass did. 

She met his gaze just as the tune shifted to Blue Skies and he figured it couldn’t be a mere coincidence. Not when the exact person who had chased away his blues was looking right at him like she needed a reminder that she was still loved by him. He wouldn’t let her question that for a second. “I’m going to sing,” he announced, rising from his seat before Gale could think to stop him again. 

John reached the microphone and picked up with the music exactly where it was. Cass watched with awe as he smiled and danced, his voice rasping as it reached for the notes at the edge of his range. She placed her fingertips over her lips but a giggle managed to escape anyway as he pointed a finger directly at her and beckoned forward. In the name of potential embarrassment, Cass shook her head. He was undeterred.

In what could only be described as a shimmy, John made his way over to his love and gently placed her purse in the hands of the bartender before pulling her into the center of the dancefloor. She caught herself against his chest before he pushed her out into a spin and caught her under the small of her back for a dip. 

“Did you miss me tonight?” she asked, slightly out of breath. 

“You appeared just when it was becoming too much,” he answered.  He lifted her and they settled into the beat of the song and other couples began to join around them. “Did you have a good night?” The Colonel had walked in at some point during their song and dance, pulling Red aside almost immediately to partake in a whisper campaign. 

“I got what I needed.” There was no use adding to his burden with the details of the car ride home. In her mind it had been handled. And if Harding chose to challenge her threat? Well, she’d handle that too. Swiftly. 

“Did you miss me tonight?” he asked, posing her own question back to her. The tip of his nose reached for hers and she nuzzled it back with as much love as she could muster.

“I did. Just made me think of all the dresses I have in my closet back home I know you’re going to love.” The life of a high society woman was full of dresses and scarves and stockings and heels and everything else that was in short supply over in England. In South Carolina, Cass could never wear the same thing twice and careful consideration into the color palette always began weeks in advance. As the eldest daughter still eligible to marry, the color palette had aligned to her complexion last season. In a couple years, her sister Jill would make her debut and become the centerpiece of the considerations. Cass didn’t miss much about that public life of being a Cooper in South Carolina. But she missed her family and wanted to be there for her sister for the occasion.

“How big is your closet back home?” They were gently swaying to the music and didn’t care if they were matching the pace of those around them. The only space that existed in this world was the tiny circle they occupied.

“At least the size of my office here.” John balked.

“Why on earth do you need a space that big?”

“I have at home dresses, morning tea dresses, afternoon tea dresses, lesson dresses, small, medium and large social gathering dresses-”

“I get the picture,” he chuckled, quieting her with a kiss to her pouted lips. “Don’t give me that look, baby.”

“This is the look of a girl who won’t give up any of her closet space for you.”

“That’s fine. I’ll even let you have my half.” If he could even afford a fraction of the space it seemed her lifestyle required. 

“Presumptuous. Since when did we agree to share a closet?” He gave her a breathless laugh but tightened the grip he had on her hand and her waist. As if he was all of a sudden afraid she was going to disappear from his arms. 

“Well, you agreed to come home with me after we dance on Hitler’s grave,” he hummed in thought, “and I don’t know what the OSS is paying these days but the Army Air Force is not paying much so it might take me some time to buy the big, beautiful house you deserve that would allow you to have a closet of the grandeur you require so you might have to share with me for a little while.” His eyes connected back with hers and though he tried to keep that aloof gleam to them, hers had gotten wholly serious. 

“John…You don’t think…You don’t think any of that really matters to me, do you?” Cass paused and reached to hold his chin between her thumb and first finger. “I miss my family. I miss the comforts of home. But I left that life on purpose and of my own accord. Traded it in for the one I’m in now with blood and mud and early mornings and long nights. I do want to go home with you when all this is over. I want it so bad. Gosh, I’d do it in a fucking shoebox if it meant that day would come even a moment sooner.” 

“Cass.” Her name was a hoarse whisper as he breathed it. 

“Don’t give up on me, please,” she begged. 

“That’s not…Cass, that is not at all what my hesitancy is about.” Someone bumped into John with an apology and he quickly pulled Cass to his chest before moving to the outskirts of the hall. “I know you're accustomed to a certain kind of life and I know you don’t need much to be happy but in my soul I know I want to give it to you. I’ve seen all too often when love isn’t enough and I can’t…Fuck, Cass, I can’t stomach the idea of ever not being able to provide for you.” She smiled and took a step closer to him, her head fully tilting back so they could be no misconstruing the emotions swirling in her eyes. 

“Sidney Landry has the kind of money you’re talking about. But he could have never loved me the way you do.” Her hand pressed flat against his chest and she smiled at how sure his heart was beating. Maybe a little frantic. But it was strong and steady and John Egan was so alive it made something wild spurn to life inside her. Something she had only teased herself with back home by running away. Running around Europe. “You make me want to break free from a cage I didn’t even know I had locked myself in. I need you, John. Just you. We have the rest of our lives to figure everything else out.” She didn’t know how to properly explain to him that they would never have to worry about money. That her trust fund and inheritance tied to the business empire with her name on it could fund the lives of everyone in the dance hall and their families back home for years and years. There was no way to put it into words that didn’t sound like a spoiled, pretentious princess. An identity she was inspected to have. One day, when he came home with her to South Carolina, she could show him. It would be easier that way.

“I love you. I’m going to do this right, Cass. I promise.” This was once in a lifetime. The kind of love you didn’t get a second chance on. The kind of woman that had no reason to sit around and wait to see if he would fulfill his promises. Cass was even the type of woman meant to be on earth, an angel who had blessed him with a cotton candy sky. He had one chance. One chance to ensure he had the honor of loving her, feeling her love in return, for the rest of his life. 

One chance to survive a war. The horrors of flying a plane through enemy territory. The horrors of his brothers not returning. Sometimes it felt wrong to be so happy in this environment. But then he looked at her. His beautiful Cass. His. The woman he loved. Cherished. Devoted himself to every day. The woman he intended to make his wife one day. The mother of his children. And he swore he would make it to twenty-one missions. 

“You are right, John. You.” Tonight, that was all that mattered.

[acaplaya-musings]

A random assortment of Geoff Castellucci pictures - Part 3

Y'all seemed to enjoy part 1 and part 2, so here, have a part 3! Featuring pics of Geoff from videos where I haven't already saved any screencaps from (not counting Voiceplay Visuals posts), but where he still looks really good anyway. And so because this one involves me going back and rewatching certain videos for the purpose of screenshot grabs (always nice to have another excuse! <3), these pictures are going chronologically by video, oldest to newest, rather than alphabetical by title. And again, featuring little bits of thoughts/commentary from yours truly. This one ended up being longer than part 2 as well, so enjoy!

(Everything below the cut as like the previous posts!)

Starting off strong my fam!!

I said as much in my VoicePlay Visuals post I think but this is honestly one of Geoff's best "shorter (or at least shorter-ish) hair" looks imo. Like look at those waves and curls! To! Die! For!

Also the open shirt with the popped collar is such a look and I kinda wanna see Geoff with a popped collar more often tbh

Also on the Panic Medlry Part 2 video someone commented "Is it just me or is Geoff extra hot in these last two vids". VoicePlay replied with "It's not just you. There was no air conditioning. ;)" XD

I forgot how hard it is to get decent pics of Geoff from this video, rip. I couldn't not include anything from it though! I mean come on!

Sir excuse me who gave you the right (and can they give you the right more often please)

I don't even know what it is in particular about this look that's so good but dear god everything just works and like, y'know, as I very frequently say: He's! So! Pretty!!!

Actually I do know one key component: his smile!!! <3

Well hello there good sir! 👀

Yet another video where Geoff smiles a lot and it's so lovely and nice but goddang is it hard to get a clear pic of him!

Yes a good portion of these pics is honestly just me showing some of my favourite Geoff smiles from different videos, and I apologise for nothing <3

Look, I love Geoff as a Disney villain, of course I do, he slays it absolutely every single time, but goddamn, I would love for more Disney Prince Geoff, in vibes/aesthetic if not any actual Disney song.

Also shoutout to one bit during Eli's When I'm Older section, where Geoff is looking off to the side and smiling <3 (smiling at Kathy? Maybe?)

(Oh and actually, between Sh-Boom and this video, I'm realising I kinda sorta wanna make a picture collection post for Layne as well - he does have some good looks sometimes! Nothing Else Matters, Hellfire, Warriors, y'know?)

Jumping ahead 1.5 years now!

Butter is such a fun video - everyone looked like they had such a great time!

If I Were A Rich Man/Girl MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED

The fluff in the hair, the visible bit of white/grey, the shirt, the smile!!! This video has me so weak y'all <3

Honestly Geoff looks phenomenal in almost every single medley video in particular and I love it (almost every medley - Greatest Showman Medley isn't in this photoset for the same reason that Kidnap The Sandy Claws and Hide And Seek aren't, lol)

(Also appreciation for the long-sleeve shirt behind rolled up to the elbows 👀)

Geoff from like 2022 onwards was "I'm going to find a hundred different black outfits to wear in videos and I'm going to look good every time" /j

Couldn't help but include a pic from We Don't Talk About Bruno in this - he's so silly (affectionate) <3

Not including any pics of Disney Princess Geoff(tm) only because it makes me laugh too much XD (seriously even as soon as Ashley starts singing Isabela's part I already start giggling, and it does in fact get me every time, but you can find a couple of pics of it in my VoicePlay Visuals post for this video HERE

I haven't rewatched this video in a while, so I wasn't exactly sure what kinda quality of screencaps I was gonna be able to grab from it, but well... it delivered!!!

I said this in a comment on the video as well but whoever had the idea to have that little bit of breeze/wind blowing Geoff's (and Adriana's) hair back, you're a genius and I love you

Also DJ_410 has occasionally referred to Geoff having "puppy dog eyes" or something along those lines, and man, he ain't wrong!

Someone said in the comments of this video that "Geoff is slowly turning into a silver fox" and honestly so true bestie <3 (ages! like! fine! wine!)

Also love how you can see the full necklace in this one (fun fact: Geoff's wearing a white singlet underneath, but he actually deliberately ripped it open a little bit at the neckline, which is how we end up with this 👀)

Plus this is the closest we've come to Geoff wearing a upturned/popped collar since the Panic Medley!

I Love Drunken Sailor A Normal Amount

Okay so obviously I already had one image from this video already saved to my folder - my profile pic - but nothing otherwise, and man is this video a goldmine. The arms! The hair! The eyeliner!!!

We really were absolutely spoiled when it came to Sleeveless Geoff in 2023 quite honestly

And what better way to end this post than with the god-tier all around stunningness that is Geoff in Hellfire?

I mean come on he literally looks like a goddamn painting!

So that's all for now! I might at some point do a part 4 or something dedicated to Minis and/or Shorts, but I do have a couple of other post ideas in mind for later down the line, so we shall see!

[scramblescrew]

Hey I saw your post and I'm a cookie run and can't help but notice ya didn't have any requests yet.

Wanted to give you a request and a tip!

Tip: as an example for future posts or edit posts to have this in it....try adding 'cookie run x reader' in your cookie run x reader stuff as one of your tags. That way, if someone looks up 'cookie run x reader' your stuff will pop up with the other 'cookie run x reader' instead of only showing up when someone looks up 'yandere cookie run' like I did!

Request: I'd like some...oh gosh your yandere stuff is so good but I also wanna see what your fluff is like! *flips coin in background.*

....ok fluff it is then! I'd love some butter roll x reader fluff please! Like maybe reader is snuggled up to him and he wants reader to wake up buuut reader is just refusing to get up because they are too cozy against him? Thought it would be adorable!

((New cookie has been added to my favorites list! Thank you so much!))

!BUTTER ROLL COOKIE X SLEEPY READER!

BRC being the CoD captive & cookie-creation researcher he is, he often finds himself not sleeping for a days on end, despite your efforts and begging. Thankfully he does care for other aspects of his health, like hygiene and nutrition, as well as his relationship with his love,Y/N Cookie. But sleep just isn’t his strong suit at this point.

But this wasn’t going to stand with Y/N.

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It was a more unusual stormy day, Y/N Cookie could tell this by the amount of thunder and pelting water droplets hitting the roof of the laboratory. Y/N would usually beg BRC to come cuddle but that usually ended in disappointment and lonely naps on the couple’s shared sleeping quarters. The cookie knew this and had a plan, they would wait until BRC was temporarily dizzy from exhaustion then dragging him to bed so they could cuddle. Then the plan went into effect!

BRC was working with the other scientists on another experiment with cookie dough when a part of the lab set off a small explosion, temporarily halting progress until it can be fixed, the director (BRC) sighed but kept smiling, calling off the experiment and went off to document the progress. When walking past the resting quarters he shared with Y/N Cookie, he found that they weren’t there, but before he could be the slightest bit worried, BRC was suddenly hit with a spell of dizziness and drowsiness. He leaned against the door frame and closed his eyes for a moment when a cookie’s arms took off this lab coat, wrapped those same arms around his waist, and started dragging him towards the bed, forcing him onto it and under the covers. When BRC’s vision came back into focus, he saw his beloved Y/N Cookie getting into bed with him and cuddling up to him, “Y/N….were you the one that dragged me to bed..?” Y/N Cookie looked up at Butter Roll Cookie with a mix of Concern and sternness on their face, “I’m sorry I had to man-handle you during one of those spells of yours but it was the only way I could finally get you to rest .” Y/N mumbled and went back to roughly cuddling their love. BRC sighed, smiled, and relaxed as sleep finally took him down. The last thing the scientist could see was Y/N and a faint glow from a candle behind them, something that he could’ve sworn was Y/N cookie’s halo.

Butter Roll Cookie woke up to a pitch black room, the candle had burned out awhile ago, and Y/N had gone from sleeping at his side to laying on top of him, not that he minded at all, but BRC knew he had to get up.

BRC gently rolled Y/N beside him on the bed and got up, going to the washroom for a shower. After 5 minutes, the researcher was clean, dressed, and ready to get back to work. But as he went to leave, he heard footsteps approaching him and a body wrapping themself around his neck and waist. “Y/N Cookie, i love you but I need to get back to work, There is so much that needs to be done..!” BCR smiled only to be met with a soft “nooooo” from his love. He thought for a second and smiled, he then walked into the main lab and put some safety equipment on Y/N and allowed them to stay clung onto him. He was just doing prep work for right now, so what would be the harm. Plus, ‘maybe Y/N would participate in the tests today’ Butter Roll Cookie thought as he fixed everything up.

((Hello every cookie! Sorry this took so long, I’ve been busy with other things as well as my progress on this story got deleted! I promise to answer your requests as soon as I can! Thank you for your patience and understanding!))

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 4th 2023

"Cropped Rainbow" or Asparagus Hollandaise with Poached Eggs

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Gouache Blender Brush, and some messy Pencil brush details to experiment with the shiny look. 16 colors. ~2 hours give or take a bathroom break and some wrist rest.)

One of the eggs broke on the way to the drawing realm oh noooo! Ah well, it's still tasty. As we all know, poached eggs are my fave because the yolks are runny and the whites are cooked but soft and they add rich, fatty, flavor to everything and are a good hit of protein for a healthy dish. This is probably a little more fat in one sitting than you need honestly, what with the butter in the hollandaise, but still. Healthy is relative and this sure as heck is healthier than my breakfast of 2 chocolate bars. (Don't tell God and maybe I won't gain weight. XD) As far as healthy veggies go, asparagus has to be one of my faves. Hollandaise helps anything, but even by itself, asparagus properly cooked (i.e. not overcooked) is delicious. I had a couple ideas for today but most of them were fried eggs because of my inspo board (AKA all the images I pulled up of fried eggs on Google) But mom said "eggsparagus" as a joke October 1st and so I pulled that idea out of the bag today to spare everyone from a week of only fried eggs because God knows I would definitely do that. As for the title, it was funny to me how we have orange, yellow, green and blue on the same piece and how that's kind of the middle bit of the rainbow. Most of the colors were necessitated by the subject but I just happened to pick blue for the background and I liked it so... Cropped Rainbow. (Cough cough I sure DO hope some breadbugs show up to the picnic to sample the eggs. One is ready to be eaten already since it popped open and depending on how much mess the breadbugs mind, they could probably haul all that asparagus back to the burrow for later. Shout out to @lady-quen who has blanket permission to draw the beloved breadbugs stealing or not stealing as many of my eggs as the little guys desire to steal. Been loving the little guys so far!)

And as always, egg for the egg gods. Thanks to @quezify for always drawing such delicious looking eggs! An inspiration for sure!

[patchworkgargoyle]

Editor Eddie

Did I write this solely because of the pun? Yes. It was, however, inspired by me wearing my Hellfire shirt and getting ready to sit down and beta a Steddie fic, as well as @inairbinad's Petals in a Storm (which people should go read).

Anyway, here's some extremely fluffy and domestic older!Steddie, with Eddie as a genre fiction/horror editor, in 735 words! Extremely brief and vague mention of a monster eating something's guts.

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Red-marked pages lay scattered everywhere, solely illuminated by the hulking, faintly buzzing computer monitor that took up a good half of Eddie’s desk. Lips pursed and eyes narrowed, he held up a sheaf of papers with one hand, the other holding his pen to his mouth while he gnawed on the end. He distantly thought that if he kept chewing the pen might break and he’d look much like the monster currently being described in the chapter before him, red dripping down its chin. It was the third time the author had used the word ‘viscera’ in the same paragraph, and while pens didn’t have guts he knew that the ink would probably taste just as bad as that would. But as the monster was, apparently, ‘gleefully gorging’ on the aforementioned viscera, it probably wouldn’t agree.

He put the pages back down on the pile in front of him and scribbled out a few notes – “less viscera, more… entrails, gore, innards perhaps!” – then hunched over the words to continue reading about how the creature turned its horrifying visage towards the protagonist.

Editing was, mostly, the best job Eddie's ever had. Sure, it could be a slog to wade through a sea of purple literary prose or a desert of adjective-less, action-less nonfiction. Those were part of the job (though he’d grown enough to admit that sometimes he found gems even outside his beloved genre fiction tastes), and something he had to endure before he could climb his way to the fiction department. This, though, a carnage-filled horror romp? This was his bread and butter, his home away from home, his shit. Hell, it had been his life once upon a time. Getting to help up-and-coming authors improve their craft with his own love of storytelling and his lived, horrific experiences was awesome. It was one of the things that made March of ‘86 worth the terror and pain and scars.

Eddie was still slouched over the chapter, making note of a few misspellings, and so fully absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear the door to the office creak open. Hadn’t even heard the knock that preceded it. What he did notice was the plate being slid directly on top of the paper, a flaky croissant placed right in the centre, and Eddie suddenly realised he was really fucking hungry.

“How’s my favourite Eddie-tor doing?” Steve asked.

Eddie’s head fell back with the weight of the agony the pun caused and heard a few vertebrae pop. Glaring, he said, “That pun wasn’t funny the first fifty times you said it, sweetheart.”

“I haven’t said it that much.” Despite his defensiveness, Steve still looked entirely too amused at himself, smirking down at Eddie. The hallway light backlit him, casting him in a near halo of soft warmth, contrasted by the pale glare of the computer screen that highlighted his face and caught on the few grey hairs beginning to show. 

Steve was gorgeous still, maybe even more so after over two decades together. Worry lines and laugh lines alike brought a kind of charm and dignity to his face, and just the sight of those silvery strands in his hair always got Eddie feeling emotional. They were proof they’d survived. That it was over. That they could grow old, safely and with each other. He called them mithril just to see Steve’s nose scrunch and eyes roll at his references. 

“Okay,” Eddie conceded, “maybe just forty times.”

Though he scoffed, Steve stepped closer and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’ve been locked away in here for five hours, babe, you should get up and stretch. Or at least turn on the light.”

“But overhead lights are the work of the devil, Steve, you know this. I can’t work under those conditions.” Eddie gave a shit-eating grin as Steve, with a deadpan expression, flicked on his desk lamp. “Oh yeah. Forgot that was there.” He had. Really.

“You’re so annoying,” Steve sighed, but Eddie saw the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You love it.”

The smile spread like the affection in Eddie’s chest at the sight. Steve bent down again, this time capturing Eddie’s lips in a sweet, slow, familiar kiss that made his toes curl just as much as any hungry, needy kiss would. Barely pulling back, Steve whispered, “Yeah. I do.”

[brittle-doughie]

Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)

One of my own projects, but @muffin-min had also wanted a Cheesecake post, so it works to knock out two birds with one stone here.

She was curious about you when she saw one of Butter Pretzel’s portraits that featured you. Pretzel would go on to talk about you to Cheesecake Cookie, further increasing her curiosity about you. Perhaps she could meet you one day…

Who knew she’d meet you would be when she was cornered by thieves as you made quick work of them (bless the training you got from Rambutan). She was mesmerized by your act of heroism as you helped escort her home. She began bashfully stuttering and getting red in the face as she thanked you for saving her.

You smiled at her as you say it was no big deal, she was a cookie in need of help and you did exactly that. That smile of yours, god it made her heart flutter. She tried offering anything as a way of thanking you, but you politely declined. Butter Pretzel was telling the truth, you ARE a sweet cookie. Her head was swirling with all these emotions!

She hired any investigator, detective, ANYONE who could get more information about you, you pretty much plagued her head ever since that day. She would even ring up Butter Pretzel to see if she knew anything more about you, which just made her feel defensive over you. The last thing Pretzel needed is another rival.

She’ll even ring up her dad, Buttercream Choco Cookie, and boldly announce that she’s found her future partner! Even he’s heard about you and is joyous to hear that such a cookie like yourself would be his future son/daughter-in-law!

She’s always showing up at your place of work, ordering the more expensive foods and leaving you massive tips if you were her waiter. She might even pop up during your breaks to take you somewhere to eat, you don’t need to worry about how she knows your break hours!

She’s flabbergasted when she learns of your income coming in and coming right back out at the end of the month. She’ll raise hell at your work, demanding that your boss or manager or whatever is paying you more for your outstanding service to this job, she can attest to that!

Overly lovey dovey with you, public displays of affection like kissing you on the cheek and holding your hands are a common occurrence! She doesn’t deny it if cookies mistake her as being your partner if you aren’t together yet, and she’ll proudly proclaim it if she is! You were her beloved hero and she loved you dearly!

You had a fairly simple apartment, it wasn’t much but you consider it hom-WAS THAT INSTANT RAMEN SHE SPOTTED?!

Nope, if this is going to be your home (for now in her eyes), then she’s making sure this is the best apartment it can be. All that low end food you had is getting swapped out and replace with much better alternatives. Your wardrobe is getting an update too, everything is. You deserve the best for saving her, so she’s going to get you the best. She’s holding onto this jacket of yours though..

Gets into feuds with other cookies over you, Butter Pretzel is completely betrayed that Cheesecake chose to take you right from under her and will never not hold resent against Cheesecake about it. She didn’t care, she had you now and that’s all that matters. If anyone has objections about it, well, she knew cookies that can make them disappear…

Just say the word and she’s getting you that item. You’ve been staring at those new foods on menu? She’s getting you a whole table of it! Want to replace your sofa? She’s getting you a very comfortable leather one! Need a new fridge? She’s getting the most advanced and latest one in the market!

She dedicates a portion of her parties to you, for being such a wonderful cookie for everything you’ve done for others! She’ll smile widely as she holds your hand when she says it, it came from the bottom of heart when she says she cares about you deeply ever since you saved her that day.!

Some of the cookies she’s invited as guests (Croissant, Princess, Shining, Matcha) didn’t like her being so close to you and even holding your hand…they didn’t like it at all, it made them worry. But it was still a party, so they held down their emotions.

She isn’t out of it though. If you have issues you want to discuss with her, she’ll stop and pay attention. In the end, she really wants to be a good potential future wife to you, so she’s completely willing to listen to what you have to say and take the steps to achieve it.

She can buy anything she desires, but this relationship between the two of you was priceless.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

❤️POSITIVE WORDS GAME❤️

Tag five moots that you admire, love, and adore - and type out why you love em so much, too! Let's say a nice word or two about those in the fandom and genuinely spread some good vibes!

Tag five people when you're done❤️ Let's spread some good vibes!

I was actually going to make another list because there’s too many of you that I just love and appreciate 💖 these are in no particular order!!!!

@aemondtargaryensrider I appreciate you staying with me since I first joined this fandom, and your lovely edits/all the tik toks you send me so we can thirst together. you are a treasure xoxox 💕

@ripdragonbeans BEANS seriously you too, were one of the first points of contacts in this fandom & I am so thankful to have stumbled across you. you are such beautiful and bright soul, never change 💖

@arcielee Arcie you wonderful human being. you have been nothing but so kind and welcoming to me, and your stories are immaculate. thank you for your undying support, you always know how to uplift me, and thank you for thirsting with me 🥹💘

@simp-aholic @pendragora @worms-on-a-single-string - you three I have only met for a short while & you guys just always know how to make my day. such beautiful souls inside and out, and you should be proud of the people that you are. always spreading positivity, it’s a wonderful sight to see. you guys are like my fairy godmothers 🤭💖

@bel-bottoms my beautiful Bel. I am so thankful for you. You have such an incredible way of story telling & such a lovely output. you make me laugh regardless & can understand me. I appreciate it so much, you have no idea. thank you for being you ❣️❣️❣️

@sunfyresrider MY FELLOW AEGON QUEEN your stories are one of the finest pieces I have ever read but your beautiful presence is even more enrapturing. I love love love you to bits & thank you for always being a support 💘💘💘

@looselinks my wonderful Spence, ilysm. you are such a bright and kind soul, you deserve the best. always such a pleasure and fun to talk with you (even if we don’t as much now) I am thankful to have met you ✨

@sugarpoppss2 ughhhh thank you thank you THANK YOU for always supporting and thirsting with me over Aegon but esp chubby!Aeg. whenever I see you popping up in my notifs/asks my heart literally skips a beat 🥹💘

@f4ll-for-you @amiraisgoingthruit - you both I have only met this short while, and as fellow Aegon girlies I would like to consider us the sister wives club for our King 🤭 you both have been nothing but welcoming and kind to me, and I cherish my moments with you both. You as writers are phenomenal but even more amazing to consider my beloveds. love you both sm 💘

@ewanmitchellcrumbs thank you Ange for being such a light in this fandom, since I first joined. your page became such fun, read it like the daily morning paper. and your humour never ceases to make me smile silly ❤️ you are wonderful, thank you xox

@aemondx my SILLY SILI you are such a beautiful person, and I am so thankful to have befriended you. your gifs are amazing, but your soul and kindness is even more grand. love you so very much & hope that you are okay 💖

honorary mentions because I love too many of you lovely souls & I could talk your ear off about each of you, but I shall spare you all the earache 💘💖❣️💓❤️💕💋✨ - @fan-goddess @who-told-you-this-was-butter @jacevelaryonswife @evenstaris @elegantsplendour @storiumemporium @officerbrowneyes @em-likes-to-lurk @hopelesswritergall @barbiedragon @st-eve-barnes @sylas-the-grim @moonchildrenandflowercrowns @humanpurposes @hieronymph @omgbrcat @godrakin @borikenlove @marthawrites

[arcan3-reliquary]

Songs that make me think of aventio/Golden Ratio

Because they make me ill and me thinking about their dynamic at any point in their story is like giving a german shepard a kong toy full of peanut butter

Im gonna separate this into pre established relationship vibes and then once they're actually established and in love. because I feel like those 2 dynamics can be veeery different.

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP - Pre HSR cannon to just before Penacony

Training Season - Dua Lipa (i cant explain this, but just hear me out)

My Strange Addiction - Billie Eilish (again, trust me yall)

Bad Romance - Gaga (Specifically the Halestorm cover, I saw them edited to it and it changed my brain chemistry)

Poker Face - Lady Gaga ("Ratio fell first, Aven was messing around then fell harder" anyone?)

Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (Again, the intimacy issues arise)

Mary - Alex G (Aven POV. No further explaination needed)

Crushing Me - Grease: Rise of The Pink Ladies (Ratio not knowing how to feel about having feelings is just UGH YES)

Silly Girl - chloe moriondo ( I think it really could work either way, but especially Avens POV. seeing Ratio as perfect, realizing he's not, then thinking, "of course I'd think of him like that, I'm fucked up")

a kind thing to do - Cavetown Ft. Vic Fuentes (this is one that only really makes sense if you listen to it, plus the entire album fucks so go listen to it)

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP - From beginning of Penacony to post-cannon

Don't Wake Me Up - The Hush Sound (Ratio POV, specifically post Aven walking into the nihility. its sad and I like that)

Ghost of Chicago - Noah Floersch (Aven POV in the most unexpected way possible. He loves his husband and is surprisingly tender about it.)

Somebody To You - The Vamps ( They give me cheesy romance pop vibes)

We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross (Aven being in a relationship thats not full of ulterior motives/conditions being something new and a little scary, but also lovely)

Treehouse - Alex G (Ratio finally letting someone into his inner thoughts who's able to understand him, and w Aven the feeling's mutual)

Painkillers - Rainbow Kitten Surprise (they give me STRONG RKS vibes)

Clusterhug - IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (something something fundamentally conflicting views but somehow two sides of the same coin)

Juliet - Cavetown (emotionally walled off and alexithymic Ratio my beloved. I def think Aven is the one person who hears any of the insecurites he has, particularly because he's spent so long playing up the almost mythical Scholar role.)

and thats it i've yapped enough, i had to write this or i wouldn't get any more fic writing done just thinking about it lol

[spacefinch]

Incorrect Quotes: Wild Field Trips edition, part 2:

Ralphie: I'm in my mum's car, vroom vroom.

Dr. Tennelli: Get out of me car!

Ralphie: Awww.

Martin: You have entered RADICAL SATURDAY

Aviva: Today's Friday, though.

Martin: IRRELEVANT

Zach: Oh sorry, I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich.

Gourmand: Go back to sleep AND STARVE.

Alternatives to “Ladies and gentlemen”:

D.A.: Ladies, gentlemen, and others

Carlos: Ladies and germs

Koki: Beloved friends and tolerated acquaintances

Wanda: Allies, enemies, and those I’m still deciding about

Zach: Fellow scoundrels

Tim: Entities of interest

Jenny: Guys, gals, and non-binary pals

Evan: All y’all

Tim: Folks

Dr. Tennelli: Distinguished guests

Ralphie: Comrades

Martin: My dudes

Chris: A warm welcome to everyone who managed to sneak past the Zachbots

Mikey: Eating chips with chopsticks is unironically galaxy brain. Your fingers don’t get greasy and it lasts for longer.

Ronan: Fork

Mikey: Oh, yeah, I’m going to stab my crunchy foods and make them fall apart like an absolute absentminded dunce, fool, clown, jester, like a monstrous moron, an idiot of Shakespearean proportions, a cretin.

Jimmy: Um, you seem to forget that ‘chips’ can also mean fries. And that’s probably what he was talking about, haha

Mikey: I did not forget anything. I purposely ignore the idea of using British vocabulary to do my part in helping it die out.

Keesha: Really? EVERYBODY was kung fu fighting? I find that hard to believe. Stop feeding me these lies.

Chris: Well it was really hard to see if it was everyone, you see they were as fast as lightning.

Carlos: And to be honest, it was a little bit frightening.

Ralphie: KNOWLEDGE is knowing that a tomato is technically a fruit.

Phoebe: WISDOM is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Ralphie: PHILOSOPHY is wondering if a tomato is a fruit, does that make ketchup a smoothie?

Dr. Tennelli, about to kick them both out of the kitchen: COMMON SENSE is knowing that ketchup isn't a smoothie.

Martin: I put my Creaturepod down and now I can't find it.

Chris: Want me to call it?

Martin: It's on silent.

Chris: I'll call it anyway.

*Everyone stands around listening for a faint buzzing sound*

Carlos: I'm going to give raccoons the gift of fire and then teach them ceramics and they will make little bowls with their little hands.

Aviva: You cannot give raccoons that kind of power!

Wanda: The opposite of "the elephant in the room" is "the centipede in the room." Something that's not actually an issue, but everyone's freaking out about.

Chris: As someone who has worked with venomous animals, I can assure you that a centipede in the room is in fact a very big issue.

Gavin: If you have knees, you are valid.

Phoebe: Homophobes have knees, too.

Gavin: Not for long.

Carlos: Who is teaching my dad Zoomer slang?

*earlier*

Mr. Ramon (via text message): What do you think? I totally stan it

Carlos: Stop

Keesha: Stop excluding the B from LGBT. I'm sick of it. British people should be proud of who they are. Screw you.

Zach: What means “I hate you” in dinosaur?

Carlos: No. Dinosaur is the language of love.

Katie: I almost dropped my Creaturepod on my soft carpeted floor but thank god I have lightning fast reflexes and was able to slap it into the wall instead.

Wanda: I heard my brother [Henry] say he was going to Dairy Queen, so I snuck in his car and he has no idea I’m here.

Wanda: He asked his friend what he wanted and I popped up from the floor and said “I was thinking about a milkshake." I have never heard two teenage boys scream louder.

Carlos: Do not stand near the open fire when you have a tube of cocoa butter in your thigh pocket.

Jenny: This is so oddly specific. What happened?

Carlos: I am confident in your ability to figure it out from the clues provided.

Aidan: You’ve heard of mom friends. Now get ready for: Anti-mom friend. They suggest every single impulsive thought that runs through their head like, "Hey, what if you jumped in that pond in the middle of the night?" to the group while the mom friend begs them to stop.

Phoebe: Eldest sibling friend.

(Both of them look at Carlos)

Keesha: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?

Martin: Microwave for 40 minutes

Keesha: Why were you microwaving a lemon??

Martin: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges), but we don't have a big enough pot on the Tortuga.

Keesha: Did you burn an orange too? How??

Martin: Microwave for 40 minutes

Carlos: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

Phoebe: Are you okay?

Carlos: My cat stole my freakign garlic bread.

Carlos: A theif

DA: Thief?

Carlos: Theif

DA: I before e, except after c

Carlos: Thceif

DA: No

Dr. Skeledon: Children, this is dirt.

Arnold, Carlos, and Phoebe: dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt?

Wanda: My mom is asleep, quick reblog this post with skeletons saying bad words.

Phoebe: 💀Tax evasion

Keesha: 💀Gerrymandering

Carlos: 💀Music piracy

Gavin: 💀Rug burn

Mikey: 💀Frick

[peachdues]

Hi Peach!

I have been trying to spend less time on Tumblr right now but I got some very bad family news and decided to treat myself to your blog and I’m really cheered up!

That teaser you posted and the fact we are getting a super emotional reunion✨second time✨ in TGW as well as a ✨first time✨ before we get to the aftermath of Tengen’s spicy lessons. Thank you for the meal

‘You’ve no idea, while I was gone I thought endlessly of you’ - I’m sorry it’s so emotional I won’t be able to take it I love him so much 😭

This may be spoiler territory (if it is tell me to shooosh) but will we see any of Giyuu’s POV thinking about reader in the infinity castle? 👀👀

AND NETHERWOOD Sanemi j*rking off and you saying we will be mad at him, reader about to leave him to go to a new village my heart is breaking, Peach you are such an awesome write - I’m still having fun trying to decipher your teaser images btw.

I was wondering between Kanae and Reader did Nemi have other girlfriends in between as he is super experienced with women

I know your inbox is sky high and even if you just see this message, I’ve seen that you’re struggling with your depression a lot recently, I hope you’re doing alright and taking time for yourself, doing what makes you happy and what helps clear your mind ❤️

-🫧🫧

(PS died when you mentioned Seelie Kyojuro as I am from Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿)

MY BELOVED BUBBLE ANON!!

Hello my love!! I adore seeing you in my inbox, always!

I’m so sorry you’re going through a rough time right now. I really hope you’re able to take some time and get some rest and indulge in a bit of self care. I’m sending you lots of hugs, and since you’re in Scotland, some tea as well. I’m partial to crumpets so if you like them, I how you get to eat them however you like them! (I’m a slather it in butter girl myself)

As for TGW — hehehehehe I’m so glad you enjoyed the teaser!! TGW has been a lot of fun to write (even if I have to stop and research some new historical fact every two seconds). Sam said it reads more like a romance story (a smutty one ofc) and that makes me happy since that’s relatively new territory to me.

As for a Giyuu Infinity Castle POV — as of right now, I don’t have plans for one! There is a brief POV from him in a flashback from the night of his and Reader’s ✨first time✨ that will appear in Part II. The first time scene occurs during the Hashira training arc/right before infinity castle begins, so you will see a certain sun breather trying to get Giyuu to train with him as he makes his way toward the shrine to see his girl and pop her cherry

As for Netherwood…

😈😈😈

I will say, I know I have y’all stressed but many of you all commented on the strength of Sanemi and Reader’s love in Part III — just remember that! And remember how hard they both fought to get back to one another. That matters!

Regarding whether Sanemi had any “girlfriends” between Kanae and Reader — I’m not so sure he did. One, because he was pretty isolated in the Wood at his cabin, guiding strangers. Two, I think his “experience” is probably less than you’re thinking — he might not have been a virgin but he also wasn’t a sex god by any means. Reader has no experience prior to Sanemi, so I imagine she’s a bit biased when it comes to him — it probably seems like he’s much more experienced than she is by comparison. I think he knows enough about the mechanics and then just goes by pure instinct.

I’ve joked with a couple of mutuals that were she to talk to Kotoha she’d probably be like “what do you MEAN it’s not normal for your partner to have a knot?? How else does he keep all that cum insane??”

Thank you for the kind message, my friend!! I love when you all pop in and ask questions about the fics or even share your reactions. It truly makes my day. And thank you for checking in! Depression has been a bitch lately but I’m focusing on trying to make it MY bitch.

Please take care of yourself! I’m sending love and light your way.

PS — my head refers to you as my “Bublé” anon — like Michael Bublé.

🤍🤍🤍

[piggycyberwarrior]

What nicknames the Arcane characters would give you //HC

Summary: What nicknames the Arcane Characters would give you. And what nicknames you would give them

Includes: Ekko, Vi, Silco, Jinx

a/n: Jinx’ is a little short. Daily reminder that your special and I love youu

Warnings: none

Ekko:

I think he would stick with the normal couple names like babe, baby ect. 

but he would also call you "firefly" or "sunshine" when you are alone.

You on the other hand.... hehehe..... 

“Hey Mister Man! Do you need anything? I'm going grocery shopping  now." 

“What?” 

“I. Am. going. grocery. shopping. do. you. need. something, cookie kiss?”

you call him names like: “Macho Mack”, “Noodle doodle”, “Nutter butter” “cutie patootie” (last ones my fav)

Sometimes he just chuckles from the hilarious nicknames, but he loves them. Also that you are so creative about that.

Vi:

it is logical that vi calls you cupcake or sweet cheeks. 

that's what she had called you even before you were together

i think vi is with someone who holds her back when she gets into another fight

like a mother figure (my opinion...) 

So I think that she likes it when you call her nicknames like: “sweetie”, “Blub”, or “Pumpkin”

“Hey Love, could you pass me the salt please?” “mhmmm, if I get a kiss.” she slyly said. you chuckled. “Of course sweetie.”

Silco:

Silco, silco, silco.

He would definitely call you names like: beloved, darling or love (i want thaattttt!!)

he started it when you accidentally hurt yourself once and he patched you up-

"this is going to hurt a little bit, darling." "What, what did you call me?" “Darling?” 

Y/n EXE. has stopped working. 

“Love why is your nose bleeding? Here, a tissue.” silco said concerned

;) 

until then, you didn't think he would use nicknames. he was always so serious. So you started doing that too

“Mhmmm.” groaned silco pleasantly as you played with his hair.

“I love you, Handsome.” God you dont know how much he loves hearing that from you.

Jinx:

jinx would give you some crazy nicknames

Pudding Pop, cuddly-wuddly, snookums everything out of the ordinary

“Snookums? Ah here you are! Look what I found!!” she giggled as she showed you what she found on a mission.

“Mhm? Oh thats cool, Ducky!” 

you, on the other hand, like to call her names like: Ducky, Bee, Birdie.

She really likes them and is deeply offended when you call her by her real name. 

No shit, She then sulks like a toddler

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta episode 10

“Last time, on Total Takes Action: our remaining contestants competed in a detective noir themed challenge to uncover a secret traitor within their very midst. Scary went bananas… again, and Scruffy got served a heaping dish of steaming hot reality. O was accused of the crime, but it was Max’s secret detective skills that pulled through and uncovered the real imposter… Fren! Or should I say Alistair, award-winning theater actor? Unfortunately for him, the Gilded Chris was not an award he won, and he was sent off the silver screen and back to the stage. Is anyone who they say they are? Find out now, on Total! Takes! Action!”

The craft services tent is dreary and quiet today, not a hint of conversation or comradery between the remaining contestants. 

Scruffy is seated far away from Scary, jogging in place in the corner of the tent. Scary is ignoring them, flipping through their notes and making additions and addendums. Max is reading something, his brow furrowed in concentration, O is busy spooning the morning breakfast slop, and Peter is sitting awkwardly by himself on the vacant end of the table. 

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PETER: “Ever since Fren- sorry, I mean Al- left, it’s been dead quiet around here. Everyone left hates each other! Not only that, but since my last friend left the island… I’ve been completely alone.. I think this might be the first time I've spoken out loud in a week!”

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O coughs. Scary wipes her nose on her lab coat sleeve. Peter looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel. 

Finally, the intercom crackles, and he breathes a sigh of relief. 

“Goooood morning, campers! If you’ll all join me in front of the craft services tent, we have a special treat for you today!”

Scruffy raises an eyebrow. “But- our next challenge is supposed to be-”

“Don't wet yourselves with terror just yet- this is not a challenge! Just for fun! And ratings!”

Scary rolls her eyes and snaps her notebook shut, walking outside with the rest of the cast. Only Scruffy lags behind, apparently disturbed by the sudden change in structure. 

"Do you really believe it's going to be nothing?" Peter asks Scruffy, tailing alongside them.

"Um... I guess... I mean, Chris works by a schedule, but he can be pretty unpredictable," the neon lime wonders aloud. "Maybe he'll invite us to a cozy dinner and drug us, and we'll wake back up on the island..."

Scruffy sighs dreamily while Peter quivers in terror.

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SCRUFFY: "I haven't been on top of my game this season, and it's really making me miss the island. At least then I could predict what was coming... now, it's like Russian roulette with a fully-loaded barrel!"

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Chris is standing with an unfamiliar camera crew right outside of the tent, chatting about shot lists and lighting. As the campers shuffle outside, he turns with a big smile. He’s wearing an odd pair of square glasses and a beret today. 

“Good morning, treasured and beloved children,” Chris speaks in a pleasant, soft tone. Behind him is a massive buffet loaded with every breakfast food imaginable- eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes and waffles of every variation, croissants, jams and butters and chocolate spreads, with pitchers of fresh squeezed orange juice lining the table-cloth covered surface. Chef is at one end of the buffet, setting down tiny plates and toothpicks, covered in bacon grease and sweat. “Did you all sleep well? Ready to enjoy your nutritious breakfast?”

The campers halt, looking between each other as if no one is quite sure if this is a mirage or not, like an oasis on the desert. Scruffy silently pumps their fist in the back.

Finally- “Did you hit your head or what?” Max asks bluntly. 

The host chuckles back. “Of course not,” he turns to the crew behind him. “The children get three vitamin-packed, nutritious meals every day. We have our own personal chef on standby, so everything is made fresh.”

Chef waves from the end of the table, little flecks of bacon grease flying off his fingers.

“I’m pretty sure there was a cockroach in the oatmeal this morning,” O mumbles to Max. He nods. 

Chris looks back to the campers. “Today we have a very special treat for you all. I’ve canceled the mindfulness and meditation, so you all better give your full attention to the very nice people from Reality, Weekly,”

Scruffy gasps. The campers look between each other, still in a shocked silence, now even more confused than before. Finally, Scary clears his throat. "Um, who?"

"WHO?!" Scruffy shouts from behind them, right into her ear. She claps her hands around her head and glares.

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SCRUFFY: “Reality Weekly?! THE Reality Weekly?! North America and selective European countries’ number one reality TV gossip mag?! THEY RAN THE DUNCNEY VS. GWUNCAN STORY FOR YEARS! This is the most exciting day of my life, oh my God- I was right, staying in the game is WAY more important than 50 million dollars!”

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“Can we get Nadie on set?” a stagehand yells. Two production assistants set up some chairs inside the trailers as the cast looks on.

"Make sure to be veeeery nice for the lovely television producers, and I'll see you all at your gourmet dinner tonight," Chris clasps his hands together and strains his words, trying to convey one thing to the remaining campers- behave. "Anyone who doesn't want to participate will see Chef in the, um... meditation tent."

The campers turn to see Chef sharpening a fish hook by the buffet. Chris wishes them good luck and walks off with a few sharply-dressed producers. 

"This is such [CENSORED]," Scary sighs.

"I knew it was a challenge..." Peter grumbles, taking a seat on the grass by the buffet table and dejectedly peeling an orange.

"Does this mean we're not getting drugged?" Scruffy pouts. "No matter- I've been preparing for my Reality, Weekly interview since I was six years old!"

They take a seat next to Peter, crossing their legs and smiling. "I used to practice in front of the mirror before school- of course, in those interviews, I was giving my winner's speech... but this is alright, too,"

Peter splits the orange in half and gives one handful of slices to Scruffy. "Did you always want to be on TV?"

"Oh, yes. I've known for years that Total Drama is my home!"

Scary coughs in the back. "Loser!"

Max elbows her and she lunges at him. Their growls and his screeches fade out as she chases him across the lot. Scruffy turns back to Peter. "What did you want to do?"

"Oh, a lot of things," Peter nods. "Doctor, psychologist, research scientist, teacher... people say I have a real knack for helping."

Scruffy makes a face. "Has helping people ever gotten you anywhere?"

Now it's O's turn to elbow him. He frowns disapprovingly and turns to Peter. "Well, I think that's wonderful, Peter. Maybe we can be therapists together!"

"Maybe!"

Scruffy rolls their eyes and shakes their head sadly. "Just not cut out for this game..."

The sound of a door opening catches the attention of the remaining players and they turn towards their sides. A young person dressed in a purple tank top and black pants comes out from the impromptu production tent set up outside the craft services tent, adjusting a lav mic and grinning widely. 

“Okay, who’s first?” they ask, flipping their braids over their shoulders. 

The campers look between each other. One tiny voice pipes up from the back of the crowd. “Ooh, me! Me!”

The interviewer ignores Scruffy and sighs, tapping their chin. “How about… Max. We have a lot of questions for him,”

Max screams from far away as Scary catches him.

"Can someone get him for me?"

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The camera adjusts and focuses on Max sitting in front of a wall, the space cleared out for the interview. Nadie remains behind the camera, clearing their throat. “Good morning. I’m Canada, but you can also call me Nadie, if you want,”

“Your name is Canada?”

“Nadie for short. Shall we begin?”

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NADIE: “Okay, so when I got this internship at Reality Weekly six months ago, I was so totally not expecting to get sent out to Toronto to interview the Total Takes cast- this is like a dream come true! My supervisor Sierra picked me specifically, because I’ve already seen all of Total Takes Island- five times!”

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Nadie tries to contain the smile in their tone as they begin. “So, Max- what’s it like being back on the show?”

“Terrible,”

“Last episode, you said that you only came back to see your girlfriend, Michela- now that she’s gone, do you still want the money?”

He shrugs. “It couldn’t hurt. Might as well try while I’m still stuck in this hell hole,”

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Outside the trailer, Scary, Scruffy, O, and Peter wait on the grass. A shaky, handheld camera records them, and Scary glares at it. 

“What, like we aren’t being recorded all the time on this damn set?”

The cameraman doesn’t respond. She groans and stands, walking back to the craft services tent. The camera turns and follows her, stopping every time she turns around. 

“Would you BUZZ OFF!” she finally yells, storming into the tent and zipping the flap behind her. 

Scruffy runs in front of the camera. “You can film me! Look at me! I loved your guys’ exposee piece on Sugar!”

The camera turns away. 

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Max walks out of the trailer in a few minutes, and O is called in. 

The former walks past Peter and Scruffy waiting outside and locks himself in the communal bathroom. Scruffy groans in agony. 

"This is torture! No one here even cares... do you know how special being on Total Drama is? It's hard, yes, but... we're making history! We have fan clubs, people speculating about us and our relationships, magazines running stories on us... what part of that doesn't sound amazing?!"

"Um... all of it," O grumbles, sitting criss-cross in the grass while snacking on a baby muffin. "Is that really why you came here? To get famous?"

"Not really. I just wanted to... you know, experience it for myself," Scruffy sighs. "Why'd you come?"

"My therapist recommended it, thank you very much," he responds curtly. "And I think this place is a petri dish of potential clients in the future. After this season is done, we can start doing group therapy!"

"Geez, and you think I'm weird for obsessing over the show," Scruffy rolls their eyes. "But at least we can agree on one thing-"

O nods. "People here are crazy,"

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“I guess meeting everyone has been fun,” O says, tapping his chin. “Peter is pretty chill, Scruffy is… um… I’ll pass on that. Max has his moments, but I see a lot of love in him, deep down,” O puts a hand over his heart. “Just the way he looks at Michela tells me that behind all that nerdy superiority, he’s got a good heart. Scary is a black tar pit of nothingness and she might’ve been forged in the depths of the sun.”

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The camera films through the mesh craft services tent window as Scary sticks another fork in the wooden table at the center of the tent and digs it deep into the pliable surface. She takes out a rubber band and pulls it apart, creating a long, rubber string. They tie one end to one fork, and likewise to the other, then pulls it back with a small pebble. 

She grins as she releases the elastic and it flies across the tent, straight into the camera lens. 

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SCARY: "What? I've been making some good progress here, and after last episode, I'm not taking any chances letting the wrong people see what I'm cooking up," they hold up their notebook and grin. "They'll see. They'll all see!" she laughs maniacally and then coughs. "But, as much as I hate to admit it, losing my assistant has taken me a step back. A scientist is only as good as their word, and in most cases, their word needs to be excessively reviewed and re-reviewed."

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Scruffy runs a lap around the filming trailer, then another. Peter gets called inside and O walks out, stretching and retreating to the other trailer. 

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“Scruffy is… well… they’re an enigma, let’s say that,” O scratches his chin. “They may be too far gone for even me to help.”

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“I almost feel bad for them,” Peter says, hands in his lap. “They’re straining themself so hard, and I can tell when someone is about to snap…”

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“Another formidable opponent lost to the insanity of Total Takes,” Max shakes his head. “A damn shame.”

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"Wasted potential," Scary flicks a dustball off their lab coat.

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Peter sits in the designated chair against the chosen backdrop, fidgeting nervously. 

“You doing alright, Peter?” Nadie asks, adjusting his lavalier mic and then stepping back. He nods sheepishly. “If you insist. First question… what’s it like making it this far in the game after being dropped so early from the competition in the first season?”

“Scary,” he says immediately. “Even scarier now that Fren is gone.”

“Were you two good friends?”

“He was nice to me,” Peter mumbles. “No one is nice to me… I mean, just off the bat.”

“How do you feel about Max’s influence over his elimination?”

“What do you mean?”

Nadie scratches her chin awkwardly. “Well… if he’d never been exposed, he’d still be here,”

Peter looks at his feet. “I guess I’ve… never thought about it that much…”

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O rifles through a bag of chips from the kitchen, watching Scruffy pace back and forth and murmur to themselves like a madman. Scary joins O, hands on their hips as they watch the display. 

“Pathetic,” she sighs. “Oh, well. I suppose they were always a ticking time bomb. Say, O… you have any experience in chemistry?”

“Only in the chemicals of the mind!”

“Nerd!” Scary shouts, walking away. “Have to do everything my damn self around here…”

Max steps out of the bathroom, looking back and forth. The camera zooms in on him as he walks out, exhaling. 

“Boo!”

He screams and leaps as Scary shouts in his ear. She chuckles and watches him blush and regain his composure. “Was that necessary?”

“No. That’s why it’s fun,” she smiles. “Hey, you’re a smart guy, right?”

“Maybe. Who’s asking?”

“I need a second opinion,” Scary pulls out her notebook. “Some peer review, if you will. Scruffy has obviously fallen off the deep-end, and I have some ideas to bounce.”

“What, your parole officer busy this week?”

“You and I both know I’m above the law. What do you say? I’ll give you a fraction of the profits if I’m right… 10%?”

“25%”

“20%, and that’s my final offer,”

“Deal. Twenty it is,”

Scruffy trips on a pebble and wails on the ground, rocking back and forth in front of them.

---

“Peter is…” O starts, looking up. 

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“A pushover,” Max scoffs. 

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“A good guy, but not Total Takes material,” Scruffy nods. "Poor guy is going to get eaten alive..."

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“Look, there’s nothing wrong with him, he’s just so milquetoast,” Max rolls his eyes. “Still, I wouldn’t mind making it to the finale with him. For obvious reasons.”

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Peter sits in the craft services tent, biting his nails and glancing over to Max every few minutes. He’s busy rifling through a few of Scary’s notes, looking up every few seconds to make sure no one can see what he’s doing. The camera zooms in on the papers nonetheless. 

Peter turns to O. “Can I get some advice?”

“What?” O yawns, leaning on his elbow. “Oh, yeah, sure! What’s the deal- GAD? SAD?”

“Um… I just want your opinion on something. You know, like a friend,”

O raises an eyebrow. 

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O: “I guess it’s just kind of… weird… having people want to talk to me like a friend… I’ve never had a friendship that existed outside of impromptu therapeutic discussions and mutual validation, you know?”

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“If there was someone who… ruined a friendship for you… would it be right to be angry at them?” Peter asks, looking at his lap nervously. 

“Anger is a secondary emotion, if we can get to the root…” O slows down, then sighs. “Yes. Yes it would be right. In fact, I’d be even angrier! If I got to actually keep a friend, and then someone else ruined our friendship, I’d be furious!”

“Really,” Scary scoffs from across the table, peering over her notebook. “Mr. Cool Therapy, that’s not good client advice.”

“I’m not a therapist,” O crosses his arms, matter-of-factly. “I’m not licensed, after all. It’s illegal to impersonate a doctor. We’re talking… as friends!”

“Whatever,” she sighs, returning to her notes. 

---

“O is… whatever, I guess,” Scary crosses her arms. “Not worth my time.”

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“He’s fine. Michela liked him enough,” Max sighs. "She does have astronomically bad taste, though... wait, what does that say about me?"

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Nadie steps into the craft services tent and calls in Scary.

"No way in hell," Scary grumbles, leafing through the notebook with Max at her side. "You're lucky I haven't smashed in all your stupid equipment yet."

"Um, yeah, Chris warned us about that, so... he took the liberty of setting up a minefield around the production tent," Nadie smiles nervously. "I wouldn't get too close if I were you."

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"What do I think I've accomplished on the show?" Scary scoffs at the question.

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Max sighs. "Nothing,"

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"Not enough!" O says.

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"I guess I've... survived, and that's good enough, right?" Peter smiles bashfully.

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"Here's an accomplishment for you: today's minefield will be the last," Scary grins. "Chris is going down."

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It's dark out now, the sun setting behind the cityscape. Scary steps out of the trailer and Nadie sticks his head out as she leaves. “Scruffy?”

“FINALLY!” Scruffy jumps up from the grass where they’ve been waiting for the past few hours, and dashes inside the trailer. “I am so ready for this!”

“Love the enthusiasm,” Nadie smiles. “We don’t actually have a lot of questions for you, but this one’s on everyone’s minds…”

“Anything!” they speak enthusiastically, folding their hands in their lap and sitting up straight.

“What are your thoughts on Patrick and Julia being an item?”

Scruffy’s smile drops. “What?”

“Damn, right, I forgot that you don’t have internet access here. Patrick and Julia are an item now! Considering your close friendship with Julia, a lot of the fans are wondering…”

They force another smile. “That’s great! That’s so cool and awesome, I’m SO happy for them! Haha! Even though Patrick’s style of antagonism directly conflicts Julia’s and they’re way too different and he knows nothing about her. I’m fine! You know what? I didn't even want to do this interview anyway- I have to go!” Scruffy stands, running outside the trailer. 

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Scruffy sits in the confessional, wailing.

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Scary and Max watch them running into the makeup and hair confessional, covering their face. “What got up their ass this time?” Max asks. 

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Peter and O watch the two from inside the mess hall. "What do you think they're doing?"

"Nothing good," O responds, shaking his head. "Anything those two can agree on has to be trouble."

"I don't know, maybe we're being too harsh..." Peter starts, twirling his thumbs around each other. "I don't want to be mean..."

O sighs and takes a seat at the table. "Listen, man. Speaking... as a friend, I think you can be pretty soft when it comes to people messing with your feelings. And I know that... I haven't been doing a good job at regulating that for everyone. I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes I feel like therapy just pushes positivity onto people instead of validating their feelings!"

"I don't think that's crazy at all," Peter says. "Didn't your therapist get you to come on reality TV to face a fear?"

"Yeah... maybe... that wasn't the right move," O sighs. "I know it's unprofessional, but I see you guys as friends, not clients, and I would never subject my friends to that same crap."

"I don't think that's unprofessional, I think that's empathy. It's sweet," Peter smiles. "If only everyone else felt that way..."

"Hey, man, if you need me, I'm here for you. What's been happening to you isn't fair, and if you wanna get mad-"

“It’s just so unfair!” he suddenly shouts, slamming his fists on the table. “Why do these things keep happening to me?!”

“That's it- stand for yourself! Don’t let your fear take over!”

“You’re right! I’ve been letting myself get walked on for too long!” Peter stands. “I’m going to confront Max and Scary and tell them exactly what’s on my mind!”

He storms out of the craft services tent and to the impromptu camera tent, where the Reality, Weekly crew is having their dinner break. Max and Scary are hovering around the group, using their lights to read through the notes. 

“I’m no scientist, but this all seems right to me,” Max says. “If your readings are correct, and your evidence can be held up in court, you definitely have a case.”

“I knew it!” Scary grins. “Chris McLean is SO going down!”

“MAX AND SCARY!” Peter shouts, pointing an accusing finger at them. The two look up from their notes and squint at him. 

“Great. What now?” Max mutters, crossing his arms. Scary hands him the notes and walks up to Peter, hands on her hips. 

“What’s the deal, pipsqueak?”

“The deal is that… that…” Peter quivers, a little unsure of himself, before he takes a deep breath and stands his ground. “You’re MEAN!”

“You’re RUDE. You’re EVIL!” he takes a step forward. “And you’re not even that much smarter than anyone else! We can ALL TELL!” 

Scary scoffs. “God, this is pathetic. You really think that-”

She takes a step closer and triggers a sudden hidden trip wire. The sound of twanging makes both her and Peter stop dead in their tracks and turn to the sound of fizzling under their feet. They both jump to the ground, covering their heads as a landmine goes off behind them- sending Max flying across camp and instantly disintegrating all of Scary’s notes. She watches the papers turn into ashes in horror. 

Chris chuckles, watching the display from afar. “Man, I love fireworks,”

---

A medical helicopter takes off, Max tucked inside. Scary is seething, fists clenched. 

“Well… that was fun,” Nadie says, waving goodbye to the chopper. 

Chris smiles. “Yes. Yes it was,”

"MONTHS of evidence- gone!" Scary turns to Peter. "You're dead. You're dead meat, and I'm gonna eat you!"

"Weird," O breathes, then turns his head to either side of him. "Hey- where'd Scruffy go?"

---

Scruffy remains in the confessional, wailing.

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[epiphanytear]

Favorite k-pop group tag game!

Thanks to @cosmicdreamgrl , @cordiallyfuturedwight, and @aprylynnfor the tag 🫶

Who is your favorite k-pop group?

B 🕺 T 🕺S goes without saying lol

Which member sparked your interest first?

Taehyung! I kept seeing things from Jump on insta and his voice really drew me in

Who was your first bias?

Yoongi, my beloved

What makes them your current bias?

Ok, where do I begin. First of all, Yoongi is my first bias and I suppose I could say he is my ultimate bias, but just barely. It’s a very minuscule amount which is why I say I have a bias line, and for me that is the hyung line, and no I don't consider them bias wreckers. They are my actual biases. I’ll try to keep my love for them brief:

Yoongi: He is so inspirational. I’m kinda tearing up as I write about this, but he makes me believe in myself, that it’s possible to get through my trials. His way of showing affection is similar to my own, and I can see myself in him, especially creatively.

Jin: ngl, I'm very protective of Jin. Any time I see someone talk bad about him, or downplay how hard he works I bristle. And he is such a hard worker. I see someone who loves what they do and loves being with the people they love. He is such a breath of fresh air, and also, as others have mentioned, a bit of a mystery and I love that.

Hobi: Hobi has so many characteristics that I want to embody, and maybe I already do. I admire him greatly, and his passion and drive. I also love how down to earth he is. He's a ray of sunshine, yes, but he's also not afraid to show his grit. He's similar to me in that we light up talking about what we love.

Namjoon: Namjoon and I are kindred spirits in that we are both Virgos lol. I like to call him my overseas twin, since by the time it's Sept 11th (my birthday) where I live, it's already Sept 12th in SK. Different dates/different time zones, but still the same moment, ya know? In all seriousness though, I love the way he thinks and analyzes things. I love when he breaks down his creative process for us, and just his overall demeanor.

For all of them, they each embody something that I see in myself, creatively and personally. But they also embody characteristics that I admire, and that I hope I can one day see in myself. And, if you want to get read, check out this insta. She gives deeper meaning additions on bts biases and it was spot on for me for all for the four of them lol.

Who is your bias wrecker?

Jimin! all by his lonesome lol. No but seriously, I'm always awestruck by him, especially when he dances. It's so graceful, and he's also just so so sweet.

Which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

Thanks to all of the incredible gifs on my dash, probably Jungkook. Looking at you, Steph lol. Anyways, he's a real cutie so it's only fair.

When did you first discover the group?

During the Butter era, but like I said before, it was because of their song Jump that I went 👀lol

Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

I had the absolute privilege of being able to see Yoongi during his D-Day tour. Tbh, I'm still shocked that I got that opportunity? It felt like a fever dream. Still does. One of the most amazing experiences I'll probably ever have. I haven't seen them as a group, but maybe the opportunity will come. 🤞

What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

Well I have my unchangeable top 5: EPIPHANY my love and my soul song, also my queen Tear, First Love, Dionysus, and Run BTS. But they have such an incredible discography so some honorable mentions are: UGH, Black Swan, Pied Piper, Airplane pt. 2, Not Today, and Love Maze. I could go on, but we'd be here a while 💜

Tagging (If you wanna): @jiminsproof @fireworksgalaxy @kimtaegis @miss-bruja @serendipetite and @thisfuckingdeadlife