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cherryatiny · 4 years ago

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐒/𝐎 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Y/N pass me the bottle.”

Said the stern voice of your best friend Hongjoong, you were at a bar, with your other friends, celebrating Hongjoong's career success.

He finally got the chance to join a musical company and fulfil his dream of becoming an artist and a song producer.

Seeing your best friend happy that his dreams came true made you sincerely happy of course, but a small part of you was kinda sad about that.

Hongjoong has been your crush since you two were kids and now, that he is going to become a well-known artist, he'll for sure find some hot idol-model girlfriend and your love will go in the drain.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your blood, maybe the pent up rage and courage that made you confess.

„I have a confession to make... I-i love you Kim Hongjoong.”

Everyone looked up at you in disbelief, it was until you felt your stomach tightening from embarrassment, urging you to vomit, running out of the room to a restroom to push it out, without knowing Hongjoong was following you.

As he saw you scrunched and hugging the toilet he came to you, to hold your hair from falling into your face.

„I may like you too, but that's something we'll talk about once you are sober."

⩥ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Oh, come on, it would be fun, trust me.” Bullshit.

Going out with your best friend Seonghwa and his crush "to support him" was never a good idea.

Not only did you have to observe the cringiness of Seonghwa's love blind actions, but also see his crush treating him so poorly since she clearly did not have any interest in him.

As the movie ended and it was time for you to go home, you stood in front of the cinema with Seonghwa as he bid goodbye to the girl.

„Bye, be careful on your way home and have sweet dreams, I hope we could go out on another date soon.”

„Ah yeah, sure, bye."

You sighed softly, how could he not see the disinterest. As he turned to you, to thank you for helping him overcome this evening, your words stopped him before he could even start.

„Seonghwa, please stop hurting yourself by loving someone who's clearly not interested, when I've been showing you affection and interest for two years."

„What? Yo-you like me?”

As you realised what you've just said, earlobes and cheeks turning red from the embarrassment.

„I mean... kind of.”

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

„Y/N, I'm waiting outside the house, come on, let's go.” said Yunho over a phonecall.

You were celebrating the end of the semester with your classmates, and since you've had some drinks in you and despite that, you didn't know how to drive, you had to call your friend and deep-down also crush Yunho either way.

Rushing out to finally see your crush, you were met with the breath-taking sight of Yunho leaning to his car, one hand scrolling through his phone, the second one chilling in his pockets.

„Yuyu, my love, you’re here.”

„Gosh, Y/N you’re so drunk, I’m glad you called me and didn’t try to go home on your own. I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened.“

„But nothing happened since I called that handsome guy I love.“

Yunho shook his head at your drunk talk, were you talking about him? Not knowing the sincerity of your words, but in the depth of his soul, he hoped the words that came out of your mouth were true...

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

„Happy Birthday dear Mr. Kang, happy birthday to you.“

Handclap noisier than the song of celebration for your boss, Kang Yeosang.

Although being a CEO, he was really warm-hearted and kind, not like the basic CEO type who’s cold and arrogant.

Being his secretary helped you to get to know him better over the years, but also made you grow feelings for him. You sometimes just zoned out and stared at his handsome face for hours, just like now.

„Y/N, can you please follow me to my office, I need to talk to you.“

You had no idea what Yeosang wanted to talk about, feeling only one emotion. Fear. Did he find out you like him? Did you do something wrong? Is he going to fire you? As he closed the door after you two, you couldn’t even look him in the eye, rather observing your high-heels.

„Y/N, what’s with you these days? You seem... different. Your mood’s been down lately, you’re impercipient. You know you can tell me anything, i want my most important employee to be happy.“

Employee. That’s all you were.

„I know you’re probably gonna get mad and I fully understand, feel free to fire me, but truth to be told, over the years I’ve been working for you, I grew feelings and I just can’t get over it... I-I love you, Mr. Kang.“

Yeosang’s face went pale, absorbing the words you’ve just said, mind going blank from the sudden confession.

„I don’t know what to say, Y/N. I mean... you’re a nice, young, hardworking girl, but.. I-I might need a few days to let it sink and think it over.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

San's hips moved to the rhythm of the music, his hands on the waist of some random girl, their sensual dancing just irritating you.

It wasn't like you and San were dating or anything, but you still couldn't stand the thought of him being with anyone else. An annoyed groan coming out of your mouth as you picked your glass and took a shot to drink away those thoughts. San taking the girl by her hand and coming your way.

„Hey Y/N I just wanted to say goodbye, since I’m leaving with Sora to my place, if you need anything you can call, but I don’t think I’ll be able to pick up, since my hands will have other work to do, so rather try Seonghwa.“

„Yeah, I thought so, just don’t forget to wear a condom when you get your dick wet, cuz it looks like you’ll end up with STD.“ you responded, rolling your eyes at him.

„Why are you so rude and foul today, are you jealous because I get some pussy and you’re left with no dick because no one wants to approach you since you’re so mean? Get your act together and we can talk tomorrow.“

„No San, you want to know why am I so cheeky? It’s because I have to watch the man I love fuck around with a random hooker. Go enjoy your dick appointment now, you must be busy.“ Without thinking of it any more, you left him there, your aura for sure full of pure rage.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠

„Ew fuck no, Yeosang that’s nasty, I wish I could go back in time to five minutes ago when I didn’t hear this confession“ laughed Wooyoung at Yeosang’s confession in the game truth or dare.

Wooyoung took the bottle from Jongho’s hand, ready to spin the bottle and let it pick another victim of his stupid asks and dares. Spinning the bottle, it landed on you. Wooyoung's eyes already glistening from the excitement of daring or asking you something.

„So, Y/N, truth or dare?”

„Dare” a playful smirk finding its place on Wooyoung's face

„I dare you to kiss the person in this room, you have feelings for.”

You immediately started to regret telling him, that you like Mingi, the look in your eyes scolding him.

„Okay, but you all have to close your eyes.”

The 8 boys and your other 3 girl friends closed their eyes, as you hesitantly got up, making your way to Mingi, your crush of 5 months. Sitting on the ground next to him, your fingers landed on his jaw as your lips met his. Mingi’s eyes shot open as all your friends started applauding at your confession.

„I-I think i have feelings for you too Y/N...“

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

You were currently in the changing room, packing your belongings, to take from your workplace. You decided to leave your job as a makeup artist and stylist for the group ATEEZ. The reason was the fact that you liked one of the members and didn’t want to cause any problems to the groups, you knew it was inappropriate to like him, but it was irresistible.

You attached feelings for Wooyoung when you first started to work with them. All eight boys were absolutely amazing, but Wooyoung was just... different. He sparked a flame of interest in you, his personality, his talent, his looks, all those drew you to Wooyoung.

As you cleaned all your makeup brushes, the door to the changing room opened, as the figure of the aforementioned boy stood there.

„What are you doing Y/N? Why are you packing your things, are you going somewhere?“

„I’m leaving, Wooyoung.“

„What, why?“

„That is none of your concers.“

„It is, you’re my stylist, but more importantly, you’re my friend.“

„Yeah, that’s the problem Wooyoung, I’m your stylist - your colleague, that’s why I have to leave.“

„Why would you have to leave because you’re my stylist, what ar-“

„Because I like you Wooyoung, okay?! That’s why I can’t keep on working with you and mix my feelings into my job, it’s inappropriate, now if you excuse me, I’m leaving.“

The boy stood there as a column, without any movement. Should he go after you, accept your feelings and then you’ll keep on working with him and being his friend, or should he stay there and not go after you? Either way, it was already too late...

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„So, what’s new in your life, Y/N? We haven’t seen each other for a long time because of our busy schedules.“ Jongho said as he sipped on his boba tea.

„Well, not that much happened in my life. You know how it is, a lot of work and stress, and lesser free time and sleep. I’ve bought a new notebook since my old one broke down and uhm... yeah well... I’ve been catching feelings for this boy lately.“

„Wow, really? I’m so happy for you Y/N, tell me more about it, I need to know what kind of a boy owns my bestie’s heart.“

„Well, he’s a really talented singer, he’s kind and funny, he’s more of an athletic type, hmm... and he’s really really strong. But he’s for real one of the nicest and best persons I’ve ever met, I like him, but I don’t know whether to tell him, because I'm not certain of his feelings...“

„Wow, he seems to be a nice guy, but don’t be blinded by your feelings, if he doesn’t like you, let it be, I don’t want you to get hurt, because of some stupid boy who won’t acknowledge the feelings such a beautiful and amazing woman like you has for him. Anyway, do I know him or who is he? I’m like really really curious right now.“

„It’s you Jongho.. you’re the boy i like.“

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moonslove7 · 4 years ago

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Helloooo~ can I request? If yes, here is my idea: Reader being super amazing at drawing and she secretly has a huge crush on Remus and as well has a sketchbook with tons of his portraits with cute words. James and Sirius discover that she looks at Remus and "write" on her notebook so decide to secretly take her "notes" and read them. Remus finds the two admiring/laughing at the sketchbook and take it from them while the readers is going crazy searching it. Full creativity to you for what happens next just make it floof cuz I need it haha. Love your writing ❤ and Have a wonderful day :3

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS THANK U SO MUCH 🥺 also lmao this would so be me i already draw him n do lil poems for him even tho i’m awful at it

Artistic Love

It was another late night in the Gryffindor common room, students rushing in and out while some sat down and talked with their friends you, sirius, james and remus all sat next to the fireplace on the sofa, you had your sketchbook out, using your pencil to your crush, Remus Lupin, as he laughed with his best mates probably planning some pranks to do with them, you didn’t really pay attention you were more focused on capturing how beautiful this man was in your sketchbook, after a few hours you had finished and coincidentally Remus had to leave to get a game from their dorm room. Just as he left you thought of a few words to jot down next to the recent drawing, “your heart reminds me of a home i never had”.

Little did you know a certain Sirius Black kept sneaking glances at you, wondering what you had been doing for the past two hours, but you had your sketchbook hidden by your knees as you brought them close to you to hold your sketchbook on them, then Remus came back and you quickly shut it and put it down on the arm of the sofa next to you, “wanna play with us (Y/N)?” Remus asked when he noticed you had put what he assumed was homework away, you nodded with a smile, moving closer to Remus you all played a game of snap which resulted in James being told since he lost he would have to do the next prank by himself since it included going into the Slytherin dorms, after another hour went by the prefect came to the group and told them they had to go off to bed, Sirius sent a glance towards your black sketchbook while you were saying “well I guess I’ll go to bed then, goodnight idiots.” James noticed Sirius eyeing something, “mhm, we don’t have much choice but sure, good night (Y/n).” James said, Remus nodded and smiled at you, trying to look like he wasn’t crushing on you, but of course failing as the on coming blush appeared on his face. You walked up the stairs and made your way into your dorm room, you got ready to bed and fell asleep instantly.

Downstairs though James and Sirius stayed down there while Remus was back in their dorms, Sirius walked over to your sketchbook and started flicking through the pages, “Sirius, what are you doing? If you want to copy (Y/n)’s homework you could have just-“ “it’s not homework, idiot. Look...” Sirius pushed the book so James could see it, and there in pencil was an accurate sketch of Remus from that exact night smiling away. “.. it’s Remus? Why... Unless-“ James concluded locking eyes with Sirius, they both smirked at each other thinking the same thing, “She fancies him...” Sirius said confirming what they both thought, “it’s kind of cute but ew,” James replied while looking at the older sketches as Sirius continued looking through it.

“Wait till Moony finds out, he’s going to have a heart attack.” Sirius laughed, “what if we gave them the extra push? Like we hide the sketchbook until (y/n) admits their feelings and what’s really in here?” James wondered out loud making Sirius grin at the suggestion, “that, my friend could work, but we have to hide this though so Remus doesn’t find it.” Holding the sketchbook in his hand they book walked up the stairs to their shared dorm, when opening the door Remus was already ready for bed reading a book he glanced up when he realised they had come up, “took you long enough,” he sighed, putting his book on the side table Sirius walked to his bed, crouching down he began to take all the stuff out of the cupboard that each of them got, Remus now had seen the sketchbook asked both of them, “why are you stealing (Y/n)‘s homework for ? you guys can just copy from me you know...” He wondered making James shrug as he watched Sirius hide it, “(y/n)’s got better notes than you Moony, let’s be honest,” Remus gasped offended, “fine be like that, I won’t let you lot copy from me again then.” He said before turning over in bed and trying to fall asleep.

Sirius sent James a smirk, knowing what was about to happen the next day the boys quickly got ready for bed and joined Remus in dream land.

“WHERE IS IT?!?” The Mauraders heard as they came down the stairs, dressed and ready for the busy day ahead, they saw you throwing the cushions around the sofa and looking underneath it only to find Zonko’s sweet wrappers, Remus looked at Sirius and James with a raised eyebrow not forgetting that he saw them two with their book. “Give it back to her, please don’t be a pair of dicks.” He asked, making Sirius say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about mate, come on let’s help (Y/n).” Making their way over to you James spoke first, “what you lost (y/n)?” “My uh notebook, it had class notes in and stuff,” You replied anxiously, your eyes wondering all around the room in hope it would just appear. “oh yeah? what kind of notes?” Sirius asked with a small smirk on his face trying hard to hide it as he leaned against James. “y-you know, school stuff,” You started to blush as Remus began looking around, looking at the clock Sirius mentioned, “why don’t we look for it later? we’ll miss breakfast at this point and i don’t know about you lot but I’m craving some breaky right now.” James nodded along with him already waiting just near the portrait door for Remus.

Remus sighed as he looked at them, he looked back at (y/n), “we’ll look again later, we’ll either find it or you can have my notes.” He reassured making you nod and smile at him, “I have to keep looking but you guys go on and have some breakfast.” They all began walking out, leaving you alone with the scary thought that either someone would use the sketchbook as blackmail or would just straight up show Remus breaking the little bit of friendship you did share with him.

You looked for another two hours, then stopped knowing you’d be late for class if you didn’t, you walked solemnly to the lesson which was transfiguration, the boys had already sat down but Remus kept a spot empty next to him for you, “you find your notebook yet?” he asked, “nope.” You responded, you thought to yourself at least you know it either hasn’t been kidnapped or given to Remus yet.

After the class was over as you began to walk away Remus called for you, “I saved you some food, you know from breakfast,” he placed the food container his mum had given him in your hands that had a few slices of toast inside of it, somehow it still felt hot. “oh, thank you Remus, that’s really sweet of you.” You replied making Remus reach his hand up to his neck, the tell tale sign he was nervous, he nodded with a smile and began to walk away towards Sirius and James who were standing there smirking at the interaction. “You dog, you so like her!” James said with a laugh leaving him as he wrapped an arm around Remus’s shoulder. “No i don’t! It was a thoughtful thing to do, it’s not her fault you idiots probably lost her notebook.”

After classes were over the Sirius thought the plan needed an extra push so James distracted Remus while Sirius put the push in action, “You like Moony don’t you?” He asked making you freeze up, “n-no, why would you think that?” “well, a little birdie told me you draw him... A LOT.. you even write little almost like poetry beside said drawings.” “oh my god, Sirius who has it?? Tell me, please-“

“... James, he’s actually thinking of showing Remus it right now-“As soon as that nearly full sentence left Sirius’s mouth you ran up the dorm stairs, as you had seen James take Remus back to their dorm room you were ready to kill him for this. Opening the door you saw what you thought was James holding open your sketchbook to Remus, “IT’s NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” You shouted, the blush on your face deepening at what Remus probably thought of you now.

“what is it then, (y/n)??” James, asked closing the book and waiting for your answer, “I drew Remus because I just thought he is aesthetically pleasing to my artistic senses, there, not that i’m in love with him.” You said in a normal tone, thinking you had tricked them all, but you did not.

“... you drew me?” Remus asked in a whisper, James brought the book he was showing Remus to you, inside it was just school notes, it wasn’t your sketchbook at all. You gulped, trying to think of how you were going to get out of this one. “y-yeah... it’s not weird though, right?” You asked nervously, James sighed loudly, putting the book down he walked over to Sirius’s cup board and got your actual sketchbook out. “For Godricks sake! Just look and see, you both fancy each other and kiss, it’s not that hard you know.” He passed the sketchbook to Remus who opened it to just the first page and looked at the drawing of him, his eyes reading the words “If you’re a monster then why am I so in love with you?” He kept replaying those words in his mind, James decided his job was done and left, joining Sirius downstairs.

“So... you like me?” Remus asked, sitting the sketchbook down so you could see it too, you walked closer to him, nodding sadly knowing he was either going to be mad at you or stop being friends all together. “I’m not mad or anything, honest, I just... I guess I do fancy you.” He added, making you look at him now slightly hopeful, he smiled at you before looking back down at the page, “‘If you’re a monster then why am I so in love with you?’ No ones ever, said anything like that to me before, but it makes my stomach feel like it’s got a thousand snitches inside of it,” He laughed slightly making you laugh with him, you sat down in front of him on his bed when he made room. “You really like me? you’re not just saying that so this isn’t embarrassing or anything right?” You asked suspiciously, Remus responded with “Mhmmm I don’t know, let’s see.” He brought his lips to yours, making you gasp in shock, he took that as his opportunity, and pushed his tongue into your mouth, going from 1-1000 VERY quickly, you both sighed into the kiss as his hands held your face into place your hands moved to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as best as you could, until all of a sudden Remus pulled away, panting out of breath he nodded and almost giggled as he said “yep, I guess I really really do fancy you.” he leaned over again to press a kiss to your forehead.

I hope you enjoyed !

#remus lupin #harry potter #remus j lupin #remus john lupin #remus lupin x reader #the marauders #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #sirius black #james potter

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sheakastilllovesjungjihoon · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by @gustingirl ahhh i love these!!

💌 - what day is ur bday?? Feb 28th

💌 - what’s ur fav colour?? blue...all colors of blue

💌 - whats ur lucky number?? 11

💌 - do u have any pets?? a dog named Gigi and 1 inside cat named Midnight but we also have like 7 outside cats who all have names lol

💌 - how tall r u?? like 5'6

💌 - how many pairs of shoes do u own?? not many like 4 pairs..should really get some shoes

💌 - favourite song?? at the moment it's I'm Gonna Love You by D.O (his VOICE)

💌 - favourite movie?? Ninja Assassin...yes cuz of my hubby Rain

💌 - what would be ur ideal partner?? someone with a great personality and sense of humor who also understands and accepts me and all my nonsense

💌 - do u want children?? NO

💌 - have u gotten in trouble w the law?? I got a ticket once for walking in the road...but we lived on a street with no sidewalks so how else am I to get down the road

💌 - favourite swear word?? fuck..fucking..muhfucka basically the word fuck lol

💌 - bath or shower?? shower but I would love to take a bath but our bathtub is way too small for my big ass lol

💌 - what colour socks r u wearing rn?? they are white footie socks

💌 - fav type of music?? R&B but I listen to just about everything

💌 - how many pillows do u sleep with?? 2 but I also have a shark plushie

💌 - what position do u sleep in?? on my left side...any other position causes pain

💌 - what u dont like when ur asleep?? I use to sleep in the dark and hated having the lights on but once I had that incident with an old lady standing over me while I'm laying down I can't sleep in the dark

💌 - what do u have for breakfast?? nothing...I don't eat until afternoon

💌 - have u ever tried archery?? yea and I suck at it

💌 - fav fruit?? lemons

💌 - do u have any scars?? yep. one on my forehead that stands out like Harry Potter's scar lol a couple on both knees...one on the inside of my right thigh and a couple on my right arm after putting it through a glass window

💌 - r u a good liar?? yep

💌 - whats ur fav type of girl?? a girl who is happy being herself

💌 - innie or outtie?? innie lol

💌 - left or right handed?? right handed

💌 - fav food?? burgers and fries...I like so much though

💌 - r u a messy or a clean person??? clean person but a lil mess is fine

💌 - most used phrase??" I don't know actually

💌 - how long does it take for u to get ready?? not very long maybe 30 mins

💌 - do u talk to urself?? oh yes I have lots of convos with myself

💌 - do u sing to urself?? sometimes yea

💌 - r u a good singer?? lmao no

💌 - biggest fear?? snakes and living without my mom

💌 - r u a gossip??. not really but I will listen if someone else is doing it

💌 - do u like long hair or short hair?? long hair

💌 - fav school subject?? English/Language Arts

💌 - introvert or extrovert?? introvert

💌 - what makes u nervous?? being out in public for long periods of time

💌 - who was ur first crush?? my kindergarten boyfriend was my first crush

💌 - how many piercings do u have?? one hole in each ear but they are closed

💌 - how fast can u run?? lmao

💌 - what colour is ur hair?? black

💌 - what colour r ur eyes?? brown

💌 - what makes u angry?? so much I can't even list them all honestly

💌 - do u like ur own name?? I do actually but I just hate being called by my full first name...don't do it...I will punch you in the throat

💌 - do u want a boy or a girl as a child?? NONE...listen yall lol I am 36 years old ok and I have spent more than half my life taking care of kids that are not mine...and I love them all so much..but I do NOT want a kid of my own...I just can't do it ok

💌 - what r ur strengths?? I don't know...I'm a straight-forward person and lil blunt but I know I got a good ass heart I honestly don't know what to put here:((((

💌 - what r ur weaknesses?? letting myself be hurt by the same shit over and over when I should know better

💌 - whats the colour of ur bedspread?? well it's kinda hot so I got a white sheet for now

💌 - colour of ur room?? it's white but I do have a couple posters hung up for color...my BTS poster my family gave me for christmas, a pic of Luke Keucely from my favorite football team Carolina Panthers and a pic of Captain Levi from Attack on Titan lol also some pics my nieces and nephews drew me cuz they love me haha

wow this was a ride lol I'm tagging @rawrimdrea @alldayxia @jiiinki @chocolateflavoredeyes and @rainoclock

#you guys don't have to do it but I'm tagging ya anyway lol #love you guys

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bisluthq · 4 years ago

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Hello! So, I am a two muse theory doubter (yes read realistic Kay too a couple of times). Like, I want to believe. I have even tried to force it in my mind but it doesn’t take. The reason is - TMT fails to consider the fluctuations of emotional highs, lows, love and lust over the initial 2 year period of a relationship. Like, I am a semi profesh song writer with a muse. The variety of POV I write from are extensive. Life is an emotional pendulum and our experiences make it swing. On any given day, our perspectives and emotions can complete change for a given moment towards a muse. I can love my muse for the rest of my life but hate them with the same passion on any given day, go to my piano and write it into a song and feel indifferent to it later (the good and bad end up in songs). When I listen to Rep, it’s range of intensities I easily apply to my one muse. Taylor herself saying Dress, Delicate, CIWYW & NYD her true story on the album reads like she is just pointing to her average daily experiences with 1 muse. If Delicate is Joe & Dress is Karlie - Taylor separated her finding “love amongst the chaos” into loving two people in her true story. If you actually timeline those particular songs it’s Dress (a lustful hook up), to Delicate (wanting to make it official), CIWYW (the pressure of making it official) and NYD (the challenge of commitment). Unless “Dress” leads her to “Delicate”, why include it at all in her true love story line up? Like, was it a last minute attempt to hetsplain that song years after it came out?🤷‍♀️ by her including NYD in her true love story of Rep, it ties via the ‘squeeze my hand three times in taxi’ lines to cruel summers crying in the backseat lines (which is also the circumstantial vibe of CIWYW). The backseat crying lines of Cruel Summer ties to the Cornelia Street vibe (which Taylor writes later as a reflection of the whatever happened after the Delicate moment) which ties back to Delicate via the bar lines and forward later in time to Gold Rush via the creaks / wooden in the floor lines. I mean, all this says to me there is 1 muse of her true story - which could be Joe (but that cancels out the sapphic nature of dress) or Karlie (which means this illicit affair on joshy-boy really did happen somewhere between 100 and a million times). Tbh, I tend to believe the later. So you’ll be like okay what about LSS, Invisable String then fruitcake? (Fair call future sleuth haha). Or what about babygate and joshlie marriage?! Like, wbk that affair was at least long and messy AF. Folklore and Evermore were written last year and Lover period was fairly chaotic and clunky at best (presumably because of masters heist). Like, they MUST have broken up (FG, DBATC, Daylight, The 1, Cardigan saga, TIMT, Hoax, Peace, Exile, Coney Is, Evermore, RWYLM, CP, Happiness, TTDS). Like, they all have 1 muse energy of losing someone you love through messiness (could be joe🤷‍♀️ we’ll never know for sure). But many of these songs refer to a third person being involved which screams Joshlie to me because of ivy, illicit affair, the bitterness of “The Man”. Baby, you say? Like it’s pretty simple - Karlie went back to Josh, married him and had a baby and Taylor’s like “uhh, what a fucking joke” and processed it last year through writing two albums about it all. Invisable string, LSS - like these are both songs which come from a POV of self-reflection after hope is lost. Maybe reunited after preggo-gate? Maybe consolidated love after break up into friendship aka Dorothea? WB - quite simply - WB is the model to which Taylor writes about whatever she wants to (triangulation of desire). Good for her, great writing strategy. Is it a strategy needed? Well ya, but only if it’s born of having 1 muse and a very obvious story Taylor is trying to obscure. Like, come at me sleuth cuz I reallllly want to believe in two muse story. I wouldn’t even had bothered writing this if I didn’t. What am I missing?

Hey Sim here. So Nat broke protocol and sent me this one to answer because I too am a writer and I too at one point reached that point in the lyric analysis where I literally could not fathom any timeline I was hearing that made sense due to the connections in the lyrics between Reputation and Lover. I have a whole spreadsheet called “Car Bar Roof” where I’m just trying to make sense of a series of events through lyrics alone and I nearly drove myself crazy doing it.

With that being said, I want to give a disclaimer: Nothing wrong with you interpreting things your own way! I know Nat can come off kind of brash sometimes, but both of us are always hyper-aware that we are discussing what essentially amounts to a “Taylor Swift Is Gay” conspiracy theory and because it’s a conspiracy theory and we don’t know these people, no analysis is ever going to be 100% correct. If you don’t hear two muses on Rep, that’s totally fine! I’m sure we have some Toe/Swiftwyn readers who would agree with you there!

I do want to caution against relying entirely on lyric parallels to create a timeline, however. You’re going to dig yourself into a rabbithole that’s very hard to get out of. I think a lot of people don’t realize that Taylor has been using a lot of metaphors (especially the car and the bar) her entire career. It ends up being a big stretch to assume that just because two events in two different songs both take place in a car or a bar, Taylor is talking about the exact same moments. Like, let’s be real, how many times have any of us ever been in a car? Wouldn’t it be kind of ridiculous for a critic of our work to assume everything we write involving a car is about the same specific time we were in a car?

It is also incredibly easy to construct false narratives when you rely only on song analysis. I’ll give you an example using Taylor’s first high school boyfriend, Drew. Whether you believe it or not, he’s often cited as the inspiration for Tim McGraw. The song Tim McGraw has a variety of common themes with Taylor’s other work, the main ones being summer, dancing, the moon, a little black dress, a truck, a creek/river, and going back to school. If we follow song parallel logic, I could connect Tim McGraw to folkmore songs and, because of this, could say Taylor is still dating/writing about Drew from high school.

The little black dress in Tim McGraw is also mentioned in unreleased Live for the Little Things and The Other Side of the Door. In both Tim McGraw and Live for the Little Things, Taylor mentions a black dress and dances with her lover under the moon. A summer love that ends with going back to school can also be found in August, and Cruel Summer and August are very similar songs, in that both are about a summer love that can’t last and isn’t being taken as seriously by one person as another. The Other Side of the Door is almost the exact same premise of an ex at your doorway as I Almost Do, Dark Blue Tennessee, All You Had to Do Was Stay, and exile, meaning all those songs must be connected as well. Dancing with someone in the middle of the night can also be found in Everything Has Changed, 22, and Dancing With Our Hands Tied. As a bonus, trucks and dancing are also mentioned in Champagne Problems, which connects to Gold Rush, So It Goes, and Dancing With Our Hands tied through the use of the color Gold. So It Goes also mentions wearing black and meeting someone in the middle of the night. So all those songs have to be about Drew as well.

So here’s the narrative that makes: Taylor and Drew dated over a summer then broke up when he went back to school but at some point he came back to her door and they got back together. They mostly hung out in the middle of the night, driving around and dancing. Unfortunately, when he proposed, Taylor couldn’t say yes, and literally left him stranded on the dance floor and is now #foreveralone and writing folkmore to process these events.

To be clear, I don’t actually believe any of this. I don’t think anyone else does either, but since neither Taylor nor Drew have publicly interacted in over a decade, this can be easily disproved, despite the “obvious” way the songs connect. Taylor just likes certain themes. Cars and bars. Nature. The contrast of light and dark. Sparks and fire. I guarantee if you go over her unreleased songs and first two albums with the same fine tooth comb you’ve gone over Folkmore/Lover/Reputation/1989 with, you’ll find just as many lyric parallels, and it’s not because she’s only writing about one person.

Occams Razor tells me Kaylor’s not on good terms anymore. It also tells me Karlie and Josh are actually having a child together. From the outside, it looks like things have been bad since at least the Masters Heist, if not before, and the more digging we’ve done, the more evidence we find of that. Now, you don’t have to believe that if you don’t want to! As long as you don’t go around harassing people we’ve got no beef with you. Just know you’re always going to find song parallels to back up whatever you want because Taylor’s such a prolific songwriter who loves to use the same themes again and again. That’s just deductive reasoning, baby. Thanks for the discourse though! LMK if you wanna chat song analysis sometime!

#nat talks two muse theory #sim answers anons #nat talks lyrical interpretation

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therodrigator6 · 4 years ago

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Well, hello there fellers.

You can ignore this text post if you want, it comes straight from me, completely outside of Drawings or Proyect updates.

I just really felt as though I needed to take the time to write up my thoughts into a, very possibly, LOOOOOOOOOOOONG post, since I have a LOT on my head right about now.

So, my melancholy, rather depressing, but perhaps amusing, musings, under the cut.

Right, so my whole string of thought was sort of just... proppeled out of me reminiscing about the past... 2 years, maybe year and a half.

I got thinking hard about She-Ra again, LMAO. and I know, I KNOW, why am I even thinking about that damned show again.

BUT, I was really thinking hard about how much I went through, positively I mean, how much growth I had (Around my art and my vocation obviously) with She-Ra.

And really, if you were to scour through my blog, if you went back all the way to... maybe it was late 2018, early 2019, when I posted my first fanarts around She-Ra, you’ll see how far back I was, skill-wise. I mean I wasn’t exactly a beginner, but I weren’t no Grade A artist neither.

And PRIOR to all of that I had more or less drawn fanart intermitently.

Anyone who followed me back when I made RWBY stuff, specifically Whiterose fanart could attest to that. I wasn’t consistent at all, and I experimented more often than not with every single drawing I was making. And don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed drawing stuff for RWBY, I sort of miss it now LMAO.

But I can certainly see just HOW POWERFULLY drawn I was to She-Ra, because my output of content and the growth of my skill as an artist was EXPONENTIAL. I suppose in a way I owe it really to MY sudden... obsession? Fixation? on that show.

VERY HONESTLY, at this point in time, I feel like I could REALLY speak on what things drew me to She-Ra, and precisely what things KEPT me there. IDK I think it used to be a very special little show.

On one hand? I really had just decided to watch it because I was starting to fall out of love with RWBY.

RWBY WAS a show I’d also loved, and which also meant a lot to me, but the things that MEANT a lot to me, were just not given the story I would’ve been interested in. That AND the small fandom space I’d carved out for myself was getting even smaller. Smaller AND very... toxic? Uncomfortable? I felt as though... my efforts and my involvement in that fandom were neither welcome nor appreciated at one point, let alone the fact that on the SHIPPING side of things, it stopped being fun.

So there I was, starting She-Ra up. I’d known about it for some time before, and I’d *Heard* that it was a fun good show, and most specially... *With an active, HUNGRY fandom, raging about a very popular Ship*. So I thought to myself, YAY, I’ll watch this show and I’m REALLY gonna do my best to go for everything popular.

I was tired of unwelcoming fandoms, tired of enjoying the very little measly, *Unpopular* things about shows, this was all about having a GOOD time. And maybe finally getting my works out, really finding a motivation to create stuff.

I mean in hindsight, now I know I fucked myself over MANY times.

You see because, as soon as I started watching She-Ra, I TRIED to do something different about the way I consumed shows.

In the past I used to be VERY ship-centered about my show experiences, to the point were FANON-Ship-centric relationships with shows would make the stories I was watching really boring and bleak in comparison. I had been afraid at the time, that THIS would also ruin She-Ra for me. So I really thought about... NOT tainting my vision and perception of the show with... Fandom stuff, Fanon or Ship-centric views, NOT EVEN CREATOR INTERACTIONS. I really tried to watch it blind and enjoy it for what it was.

Fool I was, I should’ve done the opposite.

It’s a tired old story, and a really redundant thing for ME to talk about. But I really felt a DEEP disappointment with She-Ra. Akin to LOSS almost.

Cuz you see, for a year and a half I ended up CENTERING myself on She-Ra, on more than one level.

On one hand, I TRULY believed She-Ra was a show with a story that I loved, there were plenty of characters that REALLY spoke to me. Characters like Glimmer? for example? And her storyline? for me are *one in a million*.

Of course I’m... REALLY compacting my She-Ra experience. I had come to appreciate MANY things about it. It’s world, it’s story, the characters, the comedy, the animation, the people who loved it and grew because of it, etc.

Furthermore, once my initial *doubt* about the show had passed, I really immersed myself in the fandom side of things. And I gotta say, I really enjoyed it for as long as it lasted. I think I experienced a new level of feeling like I *belonged* in a community, and a feeling that people LIKED what I did for it, and that people wanted MORE of ME in it.

Alongside that, and going back to animation. Geez, She-Ra came at the best *or worst* (depends on how you wanna look at it in hindsight now, LMAO), time of my life.

Literally on the verge of me finishing up with Prepschool and having to chose a career for University.

Prior to She-Ra, I really was trying to pinpoint my vocation, and animation had been in my mind for a LONG time, since Steven Universe really.

AND... Idk, AGAIN, THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT SHE-RA... which told me... “This is important”. Animation is important, being able to tell tales for people is important. Telling tales for people who need it, or people who don’t often get to tell tales is important. This medium is BEAUTIFUL, I MEAN, LOOK AT EVERYTHING IT CAN SPAWN OUT OF PEOPLE.

So it helped me make THAT decision.

Also alongside these things well... I go back to all of that about “Belonging”, and “community”.

Boy I met some of the most amazing friends I ever have in my life. People whom I respect, people who I admire, people who thought like me, liked ME, enjoyed this show, etc.

OF COURSE, at the time, and I really should’ve known better. We met out of our mutual LOVE for Glimmadora, LMAO.

ME? FALLING IN LOVE WITH AN UNPOPULAR SHIP? Who’da thought.

AND I DID SO, *DAMN NEAR DIVORCED FROM FANDOM* LMAOOOOO, you can see how my “I’ll learn to love whichever aspects of this show I’m *gonna* love, outside of fandom influence” policy really just fucked me in the ass.

AND GOD, DID I *LET IT* BE A PART OF ME.

That comunity, those friends, that ship, that show, those creators. It was all I thought about, and it DROVE me. so much so I put up with so much shit from my University. I put up with so many bad things in my life that were going on because of that show.

And I see now that many of those friends I mentioned did too. GOD, how I wish... we just hadn’t.

I think... for most of us things had already been pretty shit, not gonna lie.

There was the pandemic, for a start. Prior to May the 15th I had an uncle of mine die of COVID, which shook me to *my* core, but dear old She-Ra and the Glimmadora fandom gang were there to cheer me on. (This was around the time really horrid people in the She-Ra fandom, whom LOATHED Glimmadora with a passion were making “Glimmadora shippers must have Covid, since a symptom of Covid is a lack of taste” Jokes btw.)

And I think of my friends also, who have always spoken to me about their problems and their lives. For all accounts I think, they’d always had it harder than me, and they found themselves a WILL and a DRIVE to go on... through this, through She-Ra, and our friendship.

Then May the 15th came and it’s all been going downhill from there HSEBRGJKSEHRBGKJSERHGBJK.

I mean... I understand NOW, just how DAMAGING for myself it was to... cling so much to that show, to all of it. NEVER should’ve connected the drive of my vocation to it.

Cuz yanno... even if I HAVE continued to grow and get better the past few months, some things haven’t changed for the better.

For instance, I basically LOST my entire space here, in fandoms, in ejoying shows. I LITERALLY ONLY CREATE NOW... Either out of spite, or for my friends.

There is a VERY DEEP loathing now within me about stuff like... Catradora for example. I hate it, it makes me feel disgusting, simple as that. And THAT kind of feeling isn’t welcome here, also simple as that. So I’m out of a space and that hurts.

PFFT, basically all the pieces I produce now, which I still do with a She-Ra theme. Nobody’s gonna wanna consume MY content anymore, and they don’t. I made sure they couldn’t because I knew, I wasn’t going to be able to stomache this She-Ra fandom anymore.

That’s been another thing too. I don’t like being a contrarian, I don’t like being the guy who thinks the thing everybody loves is bad or wrong, and if I could SO HELP ME GOD, I’d change my entire view of it all. I don’t really care about being right or wrong anymore, I just want that peace of mind back.

HELL, there were people I knew since 2016 almost, who kinda just told me...

Shut the fuck up or leave.

On some cases I shut my mouth, on others I just left.

And yanno... I do feel miserable about it. But it also makes it all the harder when I think of my friends?

GOD DAMN, EVERYTHING THAT *COULD* GO WRONG, WENT WRONG FOR THEM.

ALWAYS, for all of my friends. And even through the hurt, I sit here and think, well I think I still have hope! I think I still have a drive to go on and persue animation and tell good stories.

But I understand now... that *I* have a priviledge over my friends. The priviledge of support. I’m not REALLY alone, there’s people helping ME.

My friends don’t have that, and I can’t give them that, how I wish I could.

And it does just HURT only being able to tell my friends, “HEY! Have hope things’ll be better!” And then we all turn to the only beacons of hope we shared, and seeing them all dull and out of light. No Glimmer of hope.

Like, how do you tell people to hold out, to keep fighting, to keep trying to STILL CHASE THEIR DREAMS... When you can’t even help them keep their heads high when they’re trying yo get a damned job. When no matter how much THEY try they keep getting knocked down.

When there’s no longer a space were they feel confortable sharing their creations, because everyone they had ONCE tried to please with them? suddenly decided they were of no value.

So here we are.

I’m starting up a new semester in a couple of days, hopefully building myself up more to chase MY dreams... whilst all my friends suffer and can’t chase theirs.

Shit’s fucked. I wish I could do more.

PFFT, I guess, long story short:

Life unfair, Me Sad.

Me Angery, Me Bitter

Me Lost, They Won

Boohoo I guess.

SO ANYWAYS... I really just... needed to put these thoughts out in words. Scream to the void as it were.

I can’t wait to go back into discord or twitter or tumblr and see how my friends can’t catch a fucking break.

And how things will continue to get worse before they get better.

God I hope they get better, for all of us, if not atleast for them. They’ve already gone through enough.

#Just some personal stuff #Take care everybody

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alri-xo · 4 years ago

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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Chapter 4

Gif not mine.

A/N: Hiiiii everyooooone! So this is again, another chapter and I feel like this should marinate really well just cuz... This bitch literally took a month off because of a writer’s block or burn out as some people like to call it. So i spent time literally taking a break then BAM! My boyfriend (reconnected bih) let me barrow his laptop so I’m just taking advatage of its presence right now. BUT I WILL NOT BE PUTTING ANY READING BREAKS BECAUSE I WILL NOT BE HAVING THIS FOR LONG AND I WOULDN’T WANT ANY INCONSISTENT CONTENT. Yo girl also added in some deleted scenes for a dash of new flavor and tweaked the scenes a little bitty bit. So yeah I hope y’all like this <3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

Warning: Language, Descriptive spitting, spit... Just spit. And language probably. And me remembering how Ruth (Rose’s mom in the movie) looks like a bug from bug’s life (I said it. sorry not sorry.)

Reader's Point of View

The next day, I remember thinking how the sunlight felt. As if I have never felt the sun in years.

Maybe he's right about me being an indoor girl...

I walk down the ship, passing by the other passengers of first-class, who are doing what they fancy. Chattering back and forth in their big hats and black coats in broad daylight, for the protection of their complexion.

I made my way to the metal divide that separates third-class passengers from our part of the ship. I unlock the small metal gate which had a sign against third-class, making sure no one would notice.

Otherwise, I would get an earful from Alexander and my mother. That doesn't matter now.

I need a word with him.

Third Person Point of View

The playing of a piano and the merry singing of some of the men on the ship, melodious to the people in their own little bubble or the ones playing cards holding their beers.

The women and their endless gossip, background noise in the midst of the children's babbles and screams of delight on the third-class part of the ship.

All of these a symphony for everyone on the ship. Particularly Sam who is looking at Bucky's drawings, and noticing that he draws from the life around him. Like the bearded man laughing with his friends just across where he is seated.

He puffs a cigarette and smiles impressed with his work, "These are good... Very good..."

Bucky smiles his way as he goes back to teaching a little girl named Amelia to draw in his leather sketch pad. Though all were scribbles and it looked hideous for his adult, artist eyes, he commended her for her efforts.

Steve however, found a girl to talk to. His newspaper boy hat covering his blonde hair as the girl looked like a young doe, making him blush as they spoke.

"Steve..." he greets to her shaking her hand nervously, he wasn't really one like Bucky...

"Peggy..." she greets back shaking his hand, making him blush more... Her voice like the plucking of harp strings.

The three of them having their own fun in their own little worlds, but a moment later Amelia's parents approached Bucky, "Time to go, Amelia... Say goodbye to Uncle Bucky..." her father says holding her small hand.

She stands up to walk away, waving goodbye to him, "Bye, Uncle Bucky..."

"Bye, Amelia..." he smiles as he slides his pencil in his sketchpad, keeping it safe.

Amongst the chatter and noise of the people and the piano playing, Y/N descends down the stairs. Her dress and skin aglow under the mid morning sun peeping through the stairway.

Her hair donned in an elegant updo and her dress in shining satin, her waist cinched with a belt that had a buckle of crystals.

Women and men turned their heads, some stood up to look at her. Her sophisticated facade alien to the people of the lower class, who would only look like that on special occasions.

She walked down a path clear of people, like a bride walking down the aisle. All eyes were on her, her beauty like a beacon of light as she graced everyone of her presence.

Like an angel from Heaven.

She was like royalty, smiling and giving small nods of greeting to the people around her. The women gossiped and chattered about her looks. Negative? Positive? It didn't matter.

Sam caught glimpse of her then tapped Steve's shoulder, "On your left..."

Steve and Peggy turned their attention to her as she drew closer. He then tapped Bucky's shoulder and gestured him to look forth.

His eyes lit up as she approached him. His heart beats faster and he feels all eyes were on him and Y/N.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes..."

"Hello again..." he says as he stands up with his hands behind his back, his sketch pad under his arm.

"May I have a word with you?" She asks with begging eyes. Bucky feels sweat form on his forehead like a crown.

Did he do something wrong? Is he going to face a false accusation? Is the dinner off?

"Yeah, sure..." he says, still as he gestures for her to sit near people she doesn't know.

"In private..."

💎

"I've been kinda alone ever since I left New York... Well, me and my bestfriend Steve were alone... He's like a brother to me..." Bucky says as him and Y/N walk along the ship, her listening attentively, "Since then we've been travelling like tumbleweeds in the wind... Working where ever stopped over..."

Y/N nods in response, feeling the wind gently blow cool air on her face as Bucky inhales the fresh sea breeze with the scent of nearby cigarettes.

"Y'know what, Y/N... We've talked about how great the weather is and I told you things about me..." he says breaking the silence between them, "But I reckon that's not what we came here to talk..."

Y/N's gears turned, snapping out of the seemingly normal conversation with Bucky, "Mr. Barnes-"

"James..."

"James... I would like to thank you for saving me last night... And for your discretion..." she says formally in gratitude.

"You're welcome..." Bucky grins at her as they slowed their pace in short silence.

"I know what you're thinking, 'Poor little rich girl... What does she know about misery?'" She says walking a little faster in embarrassment.

Bucky raises an eyebrow, unbeknownst to Y/N who is looking down, "No, no... That's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, 'What could've happened to hurt this girl so much she thought she had no way out?"

Y/N inhaled, collecting her thoughts. Thoughts fuelled by a smidge of anger, and a whole lot of hopelessness, "It was everything. It was... It was my whole world and all the people in it... And the inertia in my life, plunging ahead of me, powerless to stop it," she says, flipping to the back of her hand, a sizeable diamond on her ring finger.

Bucky's eyes grow wide as he held her smooth hand, the diamond reflecting the sunlight back to the open sparkling like how it should, "God, look at that nut... You would've gone straight to the bottom..."

"500 invitations have gone out... All of New York's society will be there..." she says hopelessly, "And all the while I feel... I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up..."

Bucky looks at her expressions carefully, wondering why a girl like her feels so helpless. A girl that is going to be married off to a rich guy... She should be happy. At least it's what he thinks.

Maybe she thinks otherwise.

"Do you love him?"

Y/N looks at him puzzled, "Pardon me?"

Bucky's Point of View

"Do you love him?" I asked again, emphasizing the question more as she gawks at me like I murdered someone.

"You're being very rude..." she says with a bit of shock in her voice, "You shouldn't be asking me this..."

Well technically, yes... I shouldn't. But just to, piece it all out on why she's feeling like this it just feels appropriate to ask. Women like her should be happy because they're getting married... Let alone to a rich man like Alexander.

"Well, it's a simple question... Do you love the guy or not?" I ask one more time, just to get the answer that's right under her cute nose.

"This is not a suitable conversation, James..." she scoffs at me, dodging my question with an answer that's not what I'm looking for...

I laughed a little, "Why won't you just answer the question?"

She shakes her head and chuckles, "This is absurd! You don't know me, and I don't know you and we are not having this conversation!"

I just smiled at her and nodded, listening as she rants her frustrations, "You are rude, cocky and presumptuous and-"

"You insulted me..."

"Yes... And... I am leaving now." She then proceeds to shake my hand, "James-"

"Bucky..."

She looks at me confused, "Who the hell is Bucky?"

"My friends call me Bucky... Buchanan is my middle name..."

"Well, Bucky... I am not your friend, I am your acquaintance and I... I am about to leave... It's been nice meeting you, James..." she says stomping away and I just chuckle at her.

She then turns to face me, "You are so annoying!" She then walks nearer to me, "Wait, this is my side of the ship! You leave!"

"Oh... Well, well, well... Now that's being rude..." I chuckle and joked and she scoffs at me, eyeing me up and down, spotting my sketch pad.

"What is this stupid thing you're carrying?" She asks me, as if trying to be rude, "What are you an artist or something?"

She flips through the pages of my sketch pad, black and white sketches filling the pages, "These are good... Very good, actually..."

I wait patiently as she flipped through the pages and I feel her eyes on me for a moment, "Bucky, these are exquisite..." she praises and I just nod...

"Well, didn't think much of the ol' Paree..." I shrugged as she skimmed through the thin sheets of paper.

"Paris?" She says tracing her fingers on the dark strokes on the paper, "You do get around... For a p-... Person... with... Limited Means-"

"Yeah, you can say 'poor...'" I say chuckling and she smiles...

She flips through a page with a naked woman laying in bed, then to the next page with another woman standing up, still naked, "Well, well, well..."

She continues, "Are these drawn from life?"

I was about to answer but man passes by us and she lowers the cover of the sketch pad to shield the naked drawings from the eyes of people who are conservative.

"That's one of the good things about Paris... Lots of girls are willing to take their clothes off..."

She flips to another page, and she looks at her carefully, "You like this woman... You used her several times..."

"Well, a part of her... She had beautiful hands..." I show her a sketch of just her hands, "Y'see?"

"You must've had a love affair with her..." she says raising a brow playfully at me and I shake my head.

"No, no... Just with her hands..." I say, "She's actually a one-legged prostitute..." I show her a sketch of the same woman, her amputated state in all of her glory.

She gawks at the page and chuckles. I look at her and I see her face glow as she stiffles giggles slipping out her lips, "She had a sense of humor, though..."

She looks at me then looks back at the sketch pad, the page flipped to one of my favourite pieces, "This lady used to out to the bar every night, wearing all the jewellery she owned, waiting for her long lost love... We called her Madame Bijoux..."

She took a good look at her, and ran her fingertips on the pencil strokes once again, "You truly have a gift... Bucky..." she looked to me before she continued, "You see people..."

"I see you..."

Her face flushed slightly, and smiled nonchalantly, raising her head, "And...?"

"You would've jumped."

Natasha’s Point of View

Another new day, another time to put on that familiar mask that I abandon once I wake up from my bed. A feathery hat of a different variant seats on a small table in my quarters as I prepare to go have some tea with the others.

Being surrounded by rich people feels like second nature, as I’m still taking time to get used to judgmental eyes looking at me or entitled individuals think that I am oblivious and uncultured. Might I say I am also playing their little games, especially the women of first class.

I may look like one of them, but my heart is otherwise.

I faintly hear them gossip as I draw nearer to their table.

“Oh it’s that vulgar Natasha again.”

“Quickly before she sits with us.”

I put a smile on my face as they stood up simultaneously, pretending to be the oblivious woman they think I am, “Hello, girls. I was hoping I’d catch you at tea,” I greet, seeing their just sipped on tea cups, nearly full to the brim and still hot.

“Oh, we were about to leave... Sorry, but we are about to take a stroll on the boat deck,” Katherine says looking at the countess with wide eyes to ride the show they were putting right in front of me.

“That sounds great! I’d like to catch up on my gossip,” I beamed at them, Katherine’s lips pursed as I could sense her gritting her teeth as I strolled away with the other two women.

It’s foolish to fool me as I have seen it all.

Thor’s Point of View

“You haven’t lit the last few boilers, Odinson?” Tony asks, puffing a cigar looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“No, but we’re making excellent time,” I grinned at him, “A perfect day in New York when we reach land and I guarantee it.”

“Captain...” he begins as he downs a sip of whiskey, “The press knows how large the Titanic is. Let them marvel at her speed too. We must give them a new story to print and make the maiden voyage of the Titanic make headlines!” he says impatiently, with a beam on his face.

“With all due respect, Mr. Stark... I wouldn’t pressure the boilers until they have been properly run in...”

He clenches his jaw as I denied his request, then a grin paints his face, “Oh, I would leave you to it, Captain Odinson. But wouldn’t it be nice to surprise them when we arrive in New York on tuesday night and surprise them all?” he then slaps the table, “It would be nice to retire with a bang, Thor...”

I just nodded stiffly as he downed his remaining whiskey.

💎

Third Person’s Point of View

Bucky and Y/N walked down the deck, the afternoon sun lighting it up the ship’s boards as the people cast shadows on the white exterior walls on the deck. Bucky listened to Y/N’s musings as she said her hands were made for work, to be an artist or a sculptor and her own exhibit. She also dished on why she hates caviar, as he remarked that she couldn’t live a day without it.

“Poor but free,” she said as he smiled. Y/N truly was a free bird around him, and she loved it. To be as silly as she wants and to be as expressive as she wants.

A man that carried a tray of tea and caviar passed by, “Would you like some tea or caviar, miss?”

“NO!” Y/N exclaimed sternly looking at the poor steward, making Bucky laugh heartily to see her loud.

She then spotted a man with a vintage camera and proceeds to go in front of it and act like a picture actress, as being one was also one of her musings. She put acted like a damsel in distress and closed her eyes as the camera rolled, she opened one to look at Bucky, who’s steel blues twinkled despite being shadowed by his hooded eyes, the warm sunlight illuminating his face.

They then proceeded to go to a higher part of the deck to admire the people walking around on the lower part of the ship, looking quite small. To Y/N this was a thing that she needed to get used to, as all her life she was indoors for the most part. She never basked out under the afternoon sun as it sets. To Bucky, it’s a chance to see the sun at its golden hour, the ship’s lights starting to light up in the incoming sunset.

However, she seems lit from within. A thing that Bucky never noticed. In Y/N’s heart she felt a sliver of hope when she went to see him in third class. Now that she’s with him, it feels like an escape. A safe haven away from the pressuring eyes of first class.

Bucky told her stories about how he made only ten whole cents per sketch when he was in Santa Monica and Los Angeles. And how he went to Paris when the weather gets cold to see what the real artists were doing.

“Why can’t I be like you, Bucky? Just head out for the horizon when I feel like it?” she asks as she looks at the warm dusk sky, “Say we’ll go there, to the pier... Even if we just talk about it... And just that...”

“Alright, we’re going...” Bucky grins at her as Y/N smile grows on her face, “We can have a couple of cheap beers, ride on a roller coaster until we throw up and ride horses right on the surf. But ride them cowboy style and none of that side-saddle stuff...”

Her eyes spark interest when he spoke of the side-saddle, in all her life she was taught that was the proper way of riding a horse for a lady, “You mean one leg on each side?! How scandalous... You can show me how to do that?”

“Sure... ‘S not a big deal...” He says making her smile even more and she looked out for a moment in thought.

“Teach me how to ride like a man...” she says, then her eyes spark happily, “Then spit like a man!” she says in a goofy southern accent.

“They didn’t teach you that in finishing school?”

“No!”

He paused a little then smiled, “C’mon I’ll show you..”

He proceeds grab her wrist and she pulls her, but she resists “No! Bucky this is ridiculous I was just joking!”

“C’mon!”

“I couldn’t possibly do it!”

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Reader’s Point of View

We went back to the lower part of the deck, nothing in front of us but the tide.

“Watch closely,” Bucky leans backward to collect enough spit than arc forward, launching it like a cannon as it plops in the sea below us, “Your turn...”

“What?! That’s disgusting!” I exclaim as I see it floating farther away.

“You wanna spit like a man, right?” He asks me, “Do it...”

I looked around apprehensively to see if anyone was looking as I collected enough spit that my mouth can produce and spat it out the water.

It looked pathetic.

“That was pitiful... Just pitiful... Here.. Like this..” he says as he collects more in his mouth and maybe some phlegm along with it, “Hawk it down... HNNNNNK... Then roll it up to your tongue like this...”

Oh is it easier to learn it then to watch? Yes.

“Big breathe then,” he spat it farther away than the first one, “You see the range on that thing!”

I started to collect spit as I applied what he just said, and spat it out, a LOT farther away than my first attempt.

“That was great... But you could do better..” He says as he leans back and tries to repeat the same action. I hear my mother’s familiar voice chatting away with some other women which made me turn.

I’m going to be crushed.

I felt my body grow cold in embarrassment as I tap Bucky on his side making him turn to my mother and her companions, spit running down his chin and a big gulp going down his throat.

She looks so displeased.

“Mother, may I introduce to you James Barnes...”

She eyes him up and down, looking at his probably day old clothes and the dribble down his chin, “Charmed I’m sure.”

Natasha looked at him and pointed at her chin, gesturing that there was something on his face. He wipes it quickly with his hand and on to his pants as he smiled awkwardly afterwards.

Others were gracious and curious about the man who saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect, a dangerous insect that must be squashed quickly.

“Well, James... Seems like you’re a good man to have around in a sticky situation...” Natasha grins as he does the same right back at her.

The brass sounds its tune to let everybody know it’s nearly time for supper.

“Why do they insist on always announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?” Nat jokes as we laugh with her for a short moment.

Perfect timing.

“Shall we go get dressed, mother?” I ask as I lead her away from Bucky and the scene that we were in, “See you in dinner, James...”

Natasha’s Point of View

Katherine and Y/N leave as this young man toodles at them as they disappear in the crowd.

This kid is out of his mind.

“Uh.. Son...” I begin to call out to him to snap him out of his head as he continues to look for her in plain sight, “Son!”

“Hmm?”

Thank goodness. However, like a drunk, looking love struck as he was when she said goodbye.

I look at him attentively and sternly, “Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you’re doing?”

He shrugs nonchalantly and grins the same way, “No, not really...”

“Well, you’re about to go into the snake pit...” I say almost sarcastically.

If only it was really just sarcastic.

“And what are you planning to wear?” I ask him.

He gestures to his current attire and shrugs. He didn’t think this through enough.

“I figured... C’mon...”

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A/N: DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID HERE?! I made it longer because when I published it i though I dun fucked up because it was like so short and just... You know... Meh... So I took it down, and added a second floor to like add a bit more richness y’knowhat’msaying... So yeah... And with the addition of the newer parts the story is all going according to how I initially planned it! YAY. So... I hope you liked reading this chapter.. And I’m sorry it took so long for me to update. Stand up to what’s right and STAY SAFE BABIES

-Alri

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whats-the-story-tc · 5 years ago

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3rd of March, 2020

"The One with the Alpha and the Omega"

Another day, another flannel.

This morning, I got ready surprisingly fast, and went to school earlier than I normally do. As I was nearing the gates, I realised why the universe arranged that for me. In the crowd, my eyes immediately found V, wrapped up in her great big scarf, walking in. Though I didn't go up to her, as I didn't want to bother her, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. It's entirely unfair that she's so beautiful in everything.

I was, once again, forced to realise how rarely we say hello to each other verbally. Today's form of non-verbal "hi!" was us locking eyes and smiling, as we went in separate directions. We did this twice, on two different stairways. Interesting dynamic, that of ours.

An hour before our upcoming test in her class, she came up to my class, a stack of papers in hand. "Are a lot of people absent?" she asked us. When I noticed the people nearer to her couldn't respond, I chimed in with the answer, specifying when she asked me to specify. "Thanks." she told me, then walked away, passing behind my back. While we were talking, there was a kind of sleepy softness in her eyes. Not the usual heavy sharpness when she's really tired, just... the morning coffee probably hadn't kicked in yet.

As we write our tests in English, V is grading at her desk. Me being me, I look up whenever she makes the slightest sound. The test, like all of V's tests, isn't hard at all if you studied properly, so I can afford it. She starts laughing at something, then shows it to us: someone drew flowers in place of an answer, because they admittedly didn't know anything. Huh. Blond Boy in the Back is, once again, sitting in front of me and often tries to cheat. V keeps an eye on both him, and another boy, calling them amateurs and lazy, and, at one point, she said she'd need one of those spray bottles full of water. "To spray water on them like on the cat when it starts eating the plants," she explains. It seems V's cat is every bit as extra as their owner. Meanwhile, I'm my own kinda extra, as per usual when it comes to V's essay questions. I roast Akaky Akakievich in one short essay, and in the other, about Onegin as a romanticism-era novel, I write: "It also contains many other attributes of romanticism, and my reason for not listing them definitely isn't that I don't know them." I said no, you know, like a liar.

Although V keeps reminding us that there isn't much time left until the bell, she ends up staying an extra five minutes after class, to wait for everyone to be done. "Guess I'm not having lunch anymore..." she mutters to herself, then checks her phone. "Oh, my battery's so gonna die..." she says. "Metaphorically, or...?" I ask her, and get a short, tired little laugh in return.

Next class' topic is drama and our own national theatre. I'm shouldering an unexpected anxiety attack, so I can't pay attention as much as I would've liked to, but I made it somehow. The fact that I won't have class with her for another week only worsened my mood. So after class, I trodded up to her saying "Oh, so period-accurate costumes were in style, that's why we didn't win!", referring to the drama competition I've been on last Friday. She tells me a bit about costumes, and that's when she starts getting curious. She asks me where we placed and who beat us, and calls the fact that the local team won "bias, you know how it goes". "Do you consider [third place] a disappointment?" she asks me, and after I answered I no longer do, but I did then, she tells me: "Well, you can't always win." I can't see her face, as she's packing as we speak, but I definitely heard that playful smile of hers in her voice.

Debate Friend enters stage right, and we start talking gaming. They talk Skyrim, and Life is Strange also comes up. When we discuss our choices, it turns out that V and I made completely different choices in the two biggest dealbreakers of the game — both of which entirely reflective of who we are as people. Then, this friend of ours in our year (from here on: Curly Friend, cuz I mention him often enough) shows up, and tells us that he'll be skipping class. "Let's pretend I didn't hear that," V says with a stage gasp. We remind her that the other class are attending this lecture, and she even remembers that our class has a similar lecture tomorrow. "We have to go to class while they're just sitting and listening to that lecture! Can you believe that, Miss?" I tell her. Bless her soul, she tries to encourage us that it's gonna be interesting. Then, as this girl asks V to look at what she painted, she's surprised when V recognises gore. "I'm not that old, you know." she tells her, grinning. "Not at all!" I responded, but I don't know if she heard it.

After all these groundbreaking things happening recently, I wasn't satisfied with how this day ended. It's a really ugly flaw of mine, no longer being satisfied with the little things. So when I went back for training, and saw that it was parents' evening, I got excited. I shit you not, I went outside every 20 minutes to try and catch a glimpse of her. But it took until the end of training until I actually saw her walk by, so I waited till she'd come back and see me there.

"What, are you not bored of school yet?" she asked me with a faint surprise when she saw me, eyeing my training gear, especially my shirt rather curiously. (It's my work uniform from this one sports event where I volunteered, you see.) After I explained her everything, and asked her how she is, she told me that they — as in the teachers — are, in fact, bored, but there were only a couple minutes left. She then proceeded to give directions/help out a lost seeming parent who showed up on the stairs beside us. As usual, I told her "Keep holding on, Miss!" when she walked away, to which she replied "Thanks! It won't be long now!" I think various forms of thank you might be what we say to each other most often.

You see, V is very different from all the other teachers who like me. Her grin, as we were talking, weren't the same as my Religion teacher's awe of me being an assistant coach, or A grinning at me like I hung the stars in the sky. I probably wouldn't even have noticed V being glad to see me if it weren't for me knowing her expressions so well. Because that's her. She doesn't put me on a pedestal higher than I will ever deserve to be on, unlike most people I meet. She just calmly enjoyed the fact that someone who likes her and is easy to talk to showed up, who isn't the same people she sat two hours in the same room with. It's like how cats like sunlight, in a way.

My day started and ended with her. How interesting. In honour of this, I want to quote a poem I know V loves:

"I remain a prison for myself,

For I am the subject and the object,

Oh, I am the omega and the alpha."

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

#tc #tcc #teacher crush community #female tc #female teacher crush

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finsterhund · 5 years ago

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This con is big but not too nice.

I like the accessible washroom of the building

I like how spaced the artist tables are. But geez.

Artists are upset about the crappy wooden tables, people are talking about the artists who got banned for complaining about getting scammed out of their second table.

The artists here are great though. I wish the con cared more about them. Lots of people I know here. Many I already commissioned. I'm not going to get a second commission from someone if I haven't scanned and uploaded the one I got from them previously. Doesn't seem right.

I commissioned an artist who it was their first con, and I have an artist I want to commission online later.

I had to pay extra money for the sky train to refill my card. Would have been nice if the one lording it over us about having a car would actually have helped us today with said car but I think maybe we need to give those poor cyclists a break (okay, maybe I'm being a bit too petty with this now)

The pain medicine keeps me feeling okay. I love cosplaying as Andy again. Maybe in the winter months I'll get new converse so they're not hurting my legs and back. I need them up one size that's a big reason why cosplaying as Andy hurts.

I wish I wasn't so hot I hate sweating. I wish I was healthy and that I could finally finish my cosplay. Someday. I finally get to see a specialist soon. Hoping that puts me on the road to finally having normalcy and a body that at least tries to work properly.

My friend reminded me that we first made my cosplay when I was still ten pounds underweight so the fact that my shorts are tighter on me than usual shouldn't be too unexpected. My back flaring up definitely contributes to it too. I think a big chunk of me thinking I'm an ugly lump is not because of things like diet and more just my body being the unfortunate way it is. Thanks to bad genetics and scar tissue I'm bottom-heavy and no amount of fixing my diet is going to change that. I'm the Danny Devito of Andys. But admittedly the bad situation of July likely made it more noticable. I hate being a thicc boy. I meme about being the designated "fat kid who dies first" but I'm actually sensitive about it.

For how expensive it is to buy a single pass and a falling apart table here, this con has no internet for artists. But that's consistent. Was that way the last few years too. Funny how the cons that cost less and come with the right number of badges and a clean table also have free internet for the artist alley.

To be honest as much as I love all the artists and attendees here and being more likely to be recognized as Andy I really do not like this con.

The art of Andy I got from the first convention attendee artist is very cute. Crisp black and white inks so it'll scan well and I can't wait to share. But no internet!

There's an artist who does custom buttons but they're unlike any buttons I've ever seen. They are wrapped in an acrylic casing instead of punched around a metal piece. I want to get an Andy button from them. That reminds me I haven't scanned any of my custom Andy buttons.

Someone offered the take a photo of me against a banner but I didn't feel good enough. I probably should have taken them up on the offer but I just felt yuck.

The only video game sellers did not have PS1 games which actually angered me lmao.

Sales aren't good I think.

I'm sweating real bad. So glad I got a bath last night and brought my deodorant. Good god. Where's the AC? It's days like these I wish Andy ran around the Darkland barefoot so I could get out of wearing socks. I expell so much heat through my feet and hands I don't want to eat my chocolate snacks I brought for fear they will melt all over my fingers.

I went outside to bring my friend back a coffee (I can do this all by myself because of how close it is hurray!) But as soon as I went back in I started to sweat again.

I found a friend lined up in front of the ATM. We talked. It was nice to see them again. I found another friend elsewhere and also the first friend came around later. Was fun.

WHY DOES NO ONE KNOW HOW TO USE DEODERANT? I WANT TO DIE. I have had to walk behind people who smell like absolute death and it's made me feel really gross. Here I am concerned about a little sweat and there's people who you'd think are UNDEAD because of how the scent of ?????? trails behind them for like ten feet. You can smell when they pass behind you. I want to throw up.

I got some more art. The Andy button I was interested in, found someone else to commission something digital. The Andy button is AMAZING. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. it's hard to clip it closed but it's so cool and it opens so I can scan the art inside.

I got stickers from my friends I wanted to get, and a secret gift for Fishy made by my friend Sam. I intend to make a care box (is that the word?) cuz I know your birthday is coming up this month.

My stickers already got scuffed on my new folder so I'm sad. I hate being a bumbler who bumps things.

There was an artist who drew dogs but I couldn't find them again :(

I think I made a new friend. He is super cool and does panels at vancoufur. His fursona also wears a bandanna.

I feel a lot better about pain medicine. My friend says I could be able to take it every day and I just need to be careful not to take too much. I know people like me run the risk of becoming immune to them and having a sick liver but he says as long as I don't take too many it's fine.

Is this why I'm so miserable all the damn time!?

Legit what if that's the problem?

So I'm feeling pretty good about that. You guys might see a brand new Finsterhund. I'm so excited to have energy and feel comfy again. I was raised with fear mongering of "only using pain medicine when it was worse than usual. Because it'd kill you." But all that is untrue and I've been suffering needlessly this whole time.

So yeah. Now I'm going to start taking them bi daily. As well as the ones to help me sleep.

Genuinely feeling good about this. Andy cosplaying! Pain relief! It's all here! Things finally looking up for lil ol me.

I'm budgeting this con better too. Half of that is because I'm getting lost and can't find artists i wanted to commission again but that's a side effect of my worsening memory. I want to get a small ocarana but I might not be able to afford it by the end. It'd be nice to play Andy's Mission on. That way it won't annoy my friend like a kazoo would. Even though he said my kazoo is fine and he wouldn't have given it to me if it wasn't.

There's more artists I wish I could commission but I'm trying to be careful.

I was very hungry and they had hotdog rollers right outside the con and I really wanted one and they were SIX DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS. That's awful. But I got one because I was so hungry. It tasted good at least.

There's an hour and a half left of the day. I don't know what we will do after. I don't want to socialize except with my friends and if I go to bed early I'll be up at 4AM again.

There's now a little under an hour left and I'm tired. Wanting to go back to the hotel room and relax. I'm disappointed in myself for buying the expensive hotdog.

Whisky has been shedding since I brushed him and part of me is all AAAAAAAAAA but the other part is all "this would definitely have been canon."

My friend left his table under my care for the last twenty minutes of the day and I'm kinda anxious. I'm scared that ex roommate "took revenge" on my stuff back at the hotel room. He's never done stuff like that before, but he has threatened to. I also have that sense of emptyness inside that I get sometimes. The one where you just feel bad, no reason to, just emotionally hurt.

#text post #long post #so ends day one #I'll post photos of the art when I get back to the hotel room

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reddieforakiss · 6 years ago

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Icecream on Sundays

College Reddie// not established relationship// roommates// Rated M for intense make outs and sexual references// SPOILER ALERT FOR HEATHERS MOVIE

Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have been living together for around a year now. In senior year they ended up deciding on the same college so they figured being each other’s room mate was better than being with a stranger.

// When Richie first brought the idea up to Eddie, they were in his room reading comic books. “Eds I think we should be room mates when we get to college”, Richie said out of no where, and Eddie threw him a confused look. Richie went on to reason, “I mean who knows what kind of weirdos could end up rooming with you otherwise?”. Eddie snorted and nudged his side into Richies side, “I know exactly the kind of weirdo that I’m gonna room with”, he looked in Richies eyes “you”. Richie smiled wide and wrapped his arm around Eddies shoulder, “Aw hell yes Eds! You aren’t gonna regret it”. Eddie turned red and laughed softly, smiling, “I feel like I already am”. //

As they moved in and began school, the two of them started in routines. Eddie always got to shower in the morning and Richie did at night. Eddie made both of them breakfast as long as Richie would do the dishes after. If either one of them left at night, they would leave notes for each tier saying where they went and when they would get back. On Saturday mornings they would always go grocery shopping, at the mini mart of course. And, every Sunday night, they would get snacks and watch a movie together.

This particular Sunday it was Eddies turn to pick the movie as Richie had picked it last time, choosing Transformers 2 much to Eddies distaste. He reasoned the special effects were what made it good and as Richie was a film major he “cared about that kind of thing”. This week Eddie decided to go for Heathers. The two were sitting on the couch, icecream bowls in their hands and Eddie was queuing it up on Netflix. “EuGh Eds we have seen that movie so many times”, Richie huffed out, honestly he didn’t mind though because both JD and Veronica were hot as fuck and made his bisexual brain do flips. “What! It’s a good movie with an important message”, Eddie shot back. Richie looked at him with raised eyebrows, “Mhm and I’m sure it doesn’t help that you think JD is”, Richie then wiggled his eyebrows, “SpiCy”. Eddie bumped his shoulder, “so what! I like bad boys okay!”. Richie snorted, “Eddie, he’s not a bad boy he’s a cold blooded murderer”, he then leaned in close to Eddies ear, “I mean, unless that’s what you’re also into, I can kill a man too ya know”. Richies whispered voice sent shivers down Eddies spine, god damnit. Richie had been doing shit like that all the time lately, always teasing him about them being together. And sure Eddie kind of enticed it with his own comments but sometimes it got too much for him to handle. Sometimes it made Eddie think, he might actually like Richie?? But now wasn’t the time for that, so Eddie shoved him away and shouted, “Ew, Gross!” And as usually Richie pretended to be dramatically wounded.

As the movie began to play, Eddie sang along to the introduction; “When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?..”. Richie looked at him fondly when he did that, Eddie was cutest when he sang along to songs he liked because he would always get this bright look in his eyes. God what a beautiful boy. “How do you think they got Veronica buried under all that grass?”, Richie inquired with icecream in his mouth. “I don’t know Richie, I don’t think this movie is really going for realism”, Eddie looked back at him. He had peanut butter on his cheek, Richie always insisted putting peanut butter in his vanilla icecream, gross. But kinda cute too.......Shit.

Right around the time Heather Chandler screamed corn nuts, Richie had gotten bored. It was a good movie yes, but after you’ve seen it ten times in a year it starts to loose its charm. Richie looked over at Eddie, his face lit up by the bright screen amoungst the fading light from outside their window. Eddies eyelashes always looked long, but it was the most noticeable from his profile. God, those pretty lashes and that angel nose could kill a man. Richies eyes moved down to Eddies mouth and, fuck. Eddies lips were glossy with icecream residue, they were also puffy from the coldness of the treat. A small drop of melted icecream fell down from the corner of his mouth and Eddies tongue went to lick it up. Everything felt like slow motion. Shit that looks kind of like. God no Richie no not right now, Richie turned to face the screen again.

Right around the time Veronica had made the call to the football players, Eddie realized Richie kept looking at him. He’d look back, only to find Richies head snapping away back to the screen. What was he up to? But as it happened more often, Eddie could see from the corner of his eye that Richie was looking at his lips. Eddie took another spoonful of icecream and, Oh. That’s what Richie was looking at. Eddie looked down at the cold white treat in his hands, and there was quiet a lot left. Richie had gotten a whole pint each for both of them and while Richie finished his quickly, Eddie had barely made a dent. Eddie brought another spoonful up to his lips, this time slowly dragging the spoon out of his mouth. He could feel Richie shift on the couch. He felt like he was in control in a weird way, and in an even weirder way, it was kind of hot. Now Eddie upped his game, this time swirling his tongue around the spoon. The next spoonful he made sure to leave a good amount left on his lips so he could slide his tongue across them. And the next time, he “accidentally” dropped some on his shirt. Now Eddie was never one to make messes, but this time it was kind of fun. Eddie huffed to make himself seem frustrated and began to suck on the fabric where it had dripped. He mouthed at it and gave it small licks with his tongue. He could feel the intense heat of Richies stare burning into him. He liked to know he did in fact make Richie feel some kind of way and this thing was not one sided. And it was not one sided by a long shot.

Richie wouldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Eddies shoulder. “Eds”. Eddie looked back up at him, as innocent as could be, “yea rich?”. Richie stared him down intensely, searching for something. Eddie looked back, daring. “Can I have some of your Icecream?”.... what? That was not what Eddie was expecting at all. “Uh, sure Rich”, he went to grab the pint but Richie grabbed his sleeve again. “No”, Richie felt incoherent at this point, trying to fight through his lust, “Wan taste now”. Richie dove in for a kiss and Eddie shivered. It was intense and full force, no warning at all. Eddie melted into it, his eyes closing and letting out a soft moan as Richie licked into his mouth. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie and moved them up and down. He wanted to feel every single inch of him. One of Richies hands snaked down the the waistband of Eddies shorts and slowly began to slide under. Richie grabbed his bare ass and kneeded it with his palm. Eddie moaned louder, allowing Richie access farther into his mouth. The kiss became even more passionate and Eddies entire body became red hot with burning desire. Richie pushed Eddie down into the couch, now having both hands on the smaller boys bare ass. Eddie grabbed at every part he could, his fingernails raked up and down Richies back, one hand making its way up to Richies neck to pull at the small hairs. Richie groaned and drew back for one second, “please do that again oh god please please please”, he blubbered out. Eddie got a handful of hair this time and pulled harder, Richie had to take his mouth of Eddies as his became breathless. “Fuck”, Eddie whispered “you’re so hot went you’re turned on”. Richie looked down at him again, “oh yea?”. He smiled into Eddies neck and began to kiss him hard. “Mmhm, yea”, Richie sucked at his Adam’s apple. “So”, Eddie was breathless, “h,happy you got that icecream”. Richie laughed into the crook of Eddies neck, “me too Eds”. “Mmm”, Eddie pushed Richie up and off him. Richie looked worried but Eddie came crashing down on top of him. Eddie mouthed at Richies neck, “Wan make you feel good too rich”. Richie breathed out, “holy fuck”. Eds bent down near Richies painfully hard crotch, Richie began to say something but Eddie interrupted, “no I’m not doin that, not tonight atleast”. Eddie kisses Richies hip bones instead and lifted up his shirt so he could see his exposed stomach in the light of the tv screen. Eddie looked down and raked his eyes across Richies body. He was so beautiful. Richie had always been lanky, his ribs slightly exposed from leaning back, and Eddie loved it. Richie got paranoid from Eddies silence. “Sorry im not much to look at”, Richie laughed out. Eddie looked up at him confused, “are you kidding me? God I could stare at this for days, take a picture and frame it even”. Richie awkwardly laughed, “okay whatever you say”. Eddie could hear the doubt in Richies voice and it aches. Eddie kissed Richies jaw and then neck. “Think you’re beautiful rich”, he laid his head on Richies chest, “always have”. “Ohoh yea?” Richie grinned down at him with a goofy smile. “Yea”, Eddie sighed softly and played with Richies chest hair. “Sorry, that was kind of a mood killer thing for me to say huh”, Richie laughed a little solemnly. “It’s alright”, Eddie held him tight, “that’s about as far as I wanted to go tonight anyways”, he smiled up at Richie.

Eddie laid on Richie as the rest of the movie played. Eddie loved the way the bare skin of Richies chest felt against his cheek. When the movie ended Richie whispered, “Hey Eds?”. Eddie looked up through sleepy eyes , “mhm?”. “Do this um”, Richies voice seemed a bit scared, “did this mean anything to you? Cuz it meant a lot to me and I just want to be on the same page because I’ve loved you for a while now and you are my everything and I just think you’re so magical ya know and”-. Eddie cut him off with a quick kiss. “This meant everything to me Rich”, he smiled at him softly. Richie looked at Eddie almost tearful, “Eddie kaspbrak, will you be my boyfriend?”.

“I thought you’d never ask”. And after a quick kiss, the two fell asleep.

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #beep beep richie #it fandom #it 1990 #reddie fanfiction #reddie fanfic

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pixie-unger · 6 years ago

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The Tailors

Not part of The Raid, but in the same universe. I was trying something and it went too long without actually contributing to the plot. On AO3, I have a story collection called the Discard Pile. This would end up there. Or here. IF you are interested. SFW - with appropriately used Anglo-saxon words (aka: mild swearing)

Raj-ak and Elias were helping Zira shop for Yule gifts. Raj-ak believed that it was Ural punishing him for upsetting her daughter. They had been in all of the shops in Willowdale. Zira, under a certain amount of suffrage, was allowing them to carry her purchases. The discussion had focused on how being pregnant was not the same as being sick vs orc’s tendency to worship pregnant women as signs of their tribe’s virility. They had to invoke Jivvaar’s name to make this happen, but she had eventually agreed.

That wasn’t the problem. No the problem was, she kept asking their opinions on things.

Things neither of them wanted to comment on.

Like did this dress make her hips look big.

Or was this too tight over her bust.

Or would this fabric be good for making underthings.

The answers that neither orc was willing to give her were:

Yes! And it is a damn sexy look on you!

Instead what she got was:

*incoherent mumbling followed by careful trouser adjustment*

*blushing and careful examination of the floor and/or ceiling*

*raising of eyebrows as they realized exactly how soft and sheer the fabric was*

Finally, Zira crossed her arms, “You two are precisely no help!”

Elias cleared his throat, then rumbled, “I thought we were here to choose a Yule gift for Jivvaar.”

Zira nodded. “And find me human sized pregnancy clothes.”

Elias considered this. “Jivvaar didn’t mention that. He said we were to keep you from getting stoled again.”

Zira stared at him.

“Only, cuz, he didn’t want you getting snatched. Or bumped. Or groped. Or harassed. Or cheated. Or-”

“There was a list of concerns.” Raj-ak finished. “Jivvaar is very… protective of you.”

Now Zira looked down, but her ears turned red. “Um… OK. Let’s just pack up and go then.”

“You need pretty lacy things first.” Elias said firmly. “Ural said humies don’t always like fertile women. Said we needed to take care of you. Just didn’t think she meant …” He trailed off and gestured at the wall of fabric. Zira nodded without looking up. Elias waved over the fabric merchant, “Ya got any of that stuff made of worm shit?”

Zira’s head snapped up. “What?”

The merchant cleared his throat. “I have two bolts of silk in store just now, but it is very expensive.”

Elias nodded. “That-” he pointed firmly at Zira, “is an orcish princess. What colour is your bolts?”

It turned out one was golden yellow and one was pink, having been dyes with yellow and red onion skins respectively. The merchant named his price.

Raj-ak and Elias frowned at him. He dropped it by a third. Elias shrugged. “How even is the dye? Is that a fair price or are we going to have to come back and take stuff to make up for the difference?”

The merchant considered that. “The dye isn’t perfect,” he admitted. “How is it that you know about silk?”

Elias shrugged. “We raid for cloth all over. Don’t make it ourselves. Don’t really wear a lot of it most of the time. Orcs don’t get cold like you fragile, week - um-” he looked down at Zira, “people,” he finished lamely.

“Why not buy it?” the man asked.

Raj-ak pointed to the door. It was human sized. The boys had needed to duck and turn sideways to get into the shop and were currently huddled trying not to bump into anything. “Not the most welcoming of places, fabric merchants. Last time I tried to buy something in a place like this, someone hit me with a broom until I left.”

The merchant was giving Zira such a calculating look that both orcs subtly shifted so that their hands were on their ax handles. “A princess you say. Hmmm. How does that work?”

Zira shrugged. “I was adopted.”

“Hmmm.” he repeated. “You can have the bolt of Debouillet wool you were looking at, if you buy both bolts of silk and allow my nephew who has a tailoring shop up the street.”

Zira shook her head. “I am only in town for today and I need orc style clothing, not human style clothing.”

The merchant considered this. Then he handed Elias all three bolts of fabric, hmm-ed and ha-ed to himself then added a bolt of pale green linen to the pile and announced, “Come with me.” He pushed past both orcs and beckoned them into the street.

Raj-ak went first, then Zira, then Elias squished out the door. They crossed the street and went up a few shops. “Wait here.” he commanded, then ducked inside, leave Zira and the boys with several bolts of fabric they hadn’t paid for.

They all looked at each other not sure what to expect next.

What they got was a fussy little man with a measuring string looped over his neck and a slightly bigger man holding a slate and a piece of chalk. “I will give you a deal on tailoring and deliver to the orc settlement next week, if you promise me safe passage.”

Raj-ak frowned. “So we give you our coin and leave with nothing?”

“That is how tailors work, Raj-ak,” Zira explained. “Why would you deliver?”

The weedy little man grinned, “It sounds like orcs are an untapped market. If you are happy with my designs, maybe other orcs will order from me in the future.”

“I need orc style clothing. Hose and shirts, but cut to fit me. Also chemise and culotte.”

The bigger man was making notes. “And a corset, I presume.”

Zira winced. “Um… no. Orcs have these little, tight fitting tops with laces in the front or sides to offer… um… support.”

The two men looked at each other. The fabric merchant cleared his throat and said, “If you can negotiate with my nephew, you can leave the fabric here. If not, you can still leave it here and he will return it to me.” Then he fled.

To the orc’s amazement, Zira agreed. She spent a few minutes talking to the men about orc fashion. She drew them some pictures. They invited her in to be measured. Looking around, Raj-ak frowned, “This isn’t a dress shop.”

Zira shrugged. “I’m not looking for a dress.”

Raj frowned. “Maybe you should. Keep your legs warmer that way. Keep that bump toasty warm.”

The tailor froze, “You’re pregnant?”

Elias immediately step between her and the little man. “Is that going to be a problem?”

The man looked up and swallowed nervously. “No,” he squeaked. “Um.. are you the … father?”

“Nah. He’s way worse than either of us.” Raj-ak said with a straight face.

“I’m in town to get him a Yule present.” Zira explained.

The two men frowned at each other. “Yule was more than a week ago.”

“Not on our calendar.” Elias rumbled.

The tailor grabbed the slate from his assistant and scribbled some notes. “If I’m careful, we should be able to come up with a way for you to wear this after you deliver as well. Silk and linen base layers, long wool tunic and loose hose over that. Maybe a longer knit coat to go over all of that.”

“How much is this going to cost?” Zira asked nervously.

The man wandered over to a desk and pulled out an abacus. He muttered to himself sounding very much like his uncle. Then inspected the fabric and added again. “Assuming I am making up all of that… full wardrobe with panel inserts for expansion….. Hmmm.” He named his price.

Zira gasped.

“And that includes the fabric and delivery, mind.”

“Um… why so cheap?”

He winked, “Well, I am auditioning to be the official tailor to orcish royalty, right?”

“I’m… not exactly royalty.” Zira stammered.

The man frowned. “My uncle said you were an orcish princess. Your bodyguard is certainly better turned out than most of the orcs we see in town.”

“She is the Keeper’s daughter.” Raj-ak said firmly. “But she is still settling into the title.” He dug out his money bag. “How soon can you deliver?”

‘I’m going to need fittings and … how is this going to work?”

“The settlement isn’t that far away.” The tailor suggested.

Elias nodded at the little man. “What’s your name?”

The man blushed and looked down. He muttered, ”... but people call me Hom.”

#Orcs #humans #green orcs #comments make the writing go #Back with Invasion after Monday

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stunudo · 7 years ago

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BAU Prep School AU: 2018

Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. (image link) 2016-2017 school year Class of 18

Let’s Try This Again

August 21, 2017 12:47pm

The dampness of the air lingered on every blade of perfectly shorn grass. The mud and chalk melded into a homelike aroma, welcoming JJ back, as she strolled from her car in flipflops and oversized sunglasses. She wrinkled her nose; those boys were going to be a smelly mess in this heat. As she crossed the football field, she spotted him taking shots at the goal, bouncing the balls at all angles and doing bicycle kicks and generally goofing around. He was in his element, his grin wide across his features, which was understandable; he still believed himself alone.

JJ burst into a comical round of applause as he hit the turf hard, after an overly ambitious kick forced him into something resembling a snowboarding move.

“Need a hand?” JJ peered down as he lay with his chest heaving.

“Nah, I’m good. The grass will bury me by next week.” Luke Alvez waved off her outstretched hand. “What are you doing here Jareau?”

“Had to make sure my boys were on their best behavior,” She kneeled beside him, now lounging on his side.

“So, you’re not checking up on me?” Luke teased, balancing his forearms on his knees, unable to settle the excitement within himself. “Cuz I’d say you have enough to worry about right now.” She leaned back, rubbing her perfect baby belly affectionately. “What’s the countdown to now?”

“29 days, but who’s counting?” JJ glanced down her nose. “Come on, humor me with some drills. I need to move.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” Luke rolled a nearby ball her way before dramatically flipping back upright.

That’s how the students found them, their new coach playing goalie as their overly pregnant coach kept him dodging for every corner of the box with her pristine aim. The upperclassmen suffered through tryouts before school began each year as their games started the second week of September, freshmen rarely made starter squad anyhow. If the boys wanted to learn something about grit, these were the best teachers they could have asked for. Not that teenagers ask for things so freely given.

Friday September 1 10:32am

It was as if no time had passed, they filed into the Delaney Owens Memorial Library with casual conversation spilling over the meeting’s set start time. The faculty of the Frederick Buchanan Institute gathered for their annual staff pop-wow. Penelope Garcia sat straight backed at Headmaster Hotchner’s left as her boyfriend and football coach, Derek Morgan leaned casually beside her, making small talk with veteran math teacher, Jordan Todd.

“Alright, everyone, let’s make it official. Welcome to the new school year, for those of you unable to attend our little development weekend in July, we have two new staff members this Fall.” Hotch gestured to the middle of the table to his right. “Luke? Would you like to introduce yourself?”

Luke nodded and held up his hand in a short wave, “Luke Alvez, your new Foreign Language teacher and interim soccer coach. Originally from the Bronx, played professionally after college and have been teaching in California and most recently the Carolinas for eight years.”

“Thanks, alright, now the other new face. Matt?” Hotch looked to the far end of the table, the statuesque Asian man smiled slyly with only one cheek.

“I’m Matt Simmons. I’m filling in for Coach Jareau’s classes while she is on leave. I am currently taking a leave of absence, myself, as foreign correspondent for Al Jazeera, but before that I was on the D.C. political scene.”

“Oh, the girls are going to eat you boys up!” Mrs. Todd teased the pair of attractive new teachers.

“Jordan.” Hotch chuckled.

“Oh, who am I kidding, this day and age, everyone is going to love you.” She sighed, spinning back to the headmaster in her seat.

“Right, anyway, welcome, to you both. Penelope?” Hotch kept the meeting succinct.

Ms. Garcia squealed quietly as she spun to address the whole faculty. “Friends, teachers, countrymeh- peoples. Hi!” The meeting continued, Penelope and Hotch covering the new schedules and upcoming events. Something in the air felt more relaxed than years past, as if the summer had yet to release the staff of her transfixing spell. They made their way to the cafeteria, Chef David Rossi’s delights tantalizing their noses from halls away.

“I’ve got to be honest, I am surprised Jareau didn’t make it today,” Luke confided to Emily and Hotch.

“I was surprised I got her to stay home,” Emily deadpanned. “I’m sorry about tryouts, she really doesn’t listen to reason.”

“No, it was fine. Besides, kept the guys on their toes, her shooting past me even with that big belly.” Luke smirked, Hotch sighed as Emily’s face fell.

“She was playing?!”

“What?” Luke froze. “Uh, no, not really.” His face a mask of fear and inability to lie. They had arrived to find their meals waiting. Two tables set equally for seven, saving Luke from the awkward explanation, he quickly followed Spencer, who was chatting with Alex and Stephen animatedly.

“Smooth, Alvez.” Derek patted him on the shoulder as Emily stepped passed them, anxiously checking her phone. Matt Simmons was the last one to join his coworkers, Rossi had already served everyone and had sat himself between Kate and Tara. This left the last free seat next to Alex Blake. He slipped between the Drama and Debate teacher and the ever-bubbly Guidance Counselor. “Ladies, how are we doing this afternoon?”

Alex didn’t respond but held his curious gaze as Penelope began excitedly chippering away to his right.

Tuesday Sept. 5 10am

The summer heat hadn’t relented for two weeks, leaving the players exhausted and desperate after only an hour of running drills. The linemen had the field while the quarterbacks and wide receivers were working through their flexibility drills inside. May Howard never wanted to tackle her own teammates as badly as when they were able to walk back into the airconditioned school.

“Submariners! Positions!” Coach Morgan barked from his perch on the sled. “That means you too, Turner!”

Lucas filled in beside May as their hands and heads fell into line across the turf. Their lungs strained as they waited for the starting whistle. Their coach eyed them, leaving the moment lingering; training their reflexes as much as trying their patience. Then the blast, a jolt of force pushed the large metal framework.

“Don’t stop, get it,” Derek pushed his team. “You go until the play ends. You go until their line breaks and then you take them down!”

May hated being shorter than the guys in moments like this, her legs crossing twice as many steps to keep up with theirs. Lucas laughed as the Coach drew out his ending whistle. Their bodies burning hotter than the midday sun.

“Shower up. We hit the playbook tomorrow. Hard.”

12:57pm

Azalene Curtis could not believe this is where they had been enrolled for the new school year. The place was a freaking castle, she gawked out of the driver’s side as pulled up to the parking lot nearest the Rothschild Auditorium. Her little brother, Jackson, was running late for Freshman Orientation and of course she had to be the one to drop him off. Her hair was braided and wrapped around her head to keep its weight back and off her neck. She helped her brother out of his side of the car and walked him to the doors that had been propped open.

“Lena, you can go now.” Jackson grunted, his elbow crutches easily maneuvered over the lip of the door frame.

“Are you sure? This is an old building, make sure you ask for help if there are too many stairs.” She always worried he would be too pig-headed and miss a class, something their parents tended to ignore when it did happen.

“Are you going to be like this all year?”

“What? Looking out for you? Hell yeah, high school is vicious.”

“You said the same thing about middle school.”

“And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Whatever, loser, see you later.”

“Have fun, Jax!” Lena turned to descend the slightly inclined walking path. A sleek red convertible came to a screeching halt at the sidewalk. A tiny Hispanic girl nearly jumped from the passenger’s seat as her older brother called from the driver’s side.

“Don’t be rude, Rita. It looks bad on all of us!” Ignacio Cruz reprimanded his freshman sister.

“Go to Hell, Iggy. I’m only rude when you make me late!” And she ran past the Curtis siblings as if they weren’t even there.

Wed. Sept. 6 7:31am

“Good morning everybody. My name is Matt Simmons and I will be filling in for Coach Jareau this fall. I know formality is expected here, but I believe in mutual respect. If you can act in an appropriate manner, you get to call me by my first name.” He stood at the front of his first hour Journalism class in a fresh gray button down matched with a black and white paisley tie. He read the crowd easily, from the overly attentive girl in the front row to the completely disinterested guys in the back.

“You’re actually the Matt Simmons.” Sacha Kane took a quick picture of him. “Best first day of school. Ever.” She read her caption to her Instagram post barely beneath her breath.

“Guys? No pictures, this is a classroom.” Matt sighed. “For those of you who don’t know me, I am a reporter with Al Jazeera. I have a bachelor’s degree from NYU and a master’s from GW.”

“You’re also Hannah’s uncle.” Iggy Cruz added from his perch in the last row, attempting to bring the new teacher down a peg.

“That is correct, Hannah Chang is my sister’s daughter.” Matt smiled easily, arrogant senior guys weren’t really that intimidating after reporting in conflict zones for the past ten years. “And your father is on the Board of Regents and Maya here is Mr. Walker’s daughter. It’s really cozy here at F.B.I., isn’t it?”

“We’re all about getting cozy, handsome.” Sacha leaned back, biting her lip.

“Ms. Kane?” Mr. Simmons raised his eyebrows. “Are we going to have a problem?”

She rolled her eyes and sat up straight, his voice switched from sultry to commanding in an instant. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from his first day teaching, but this certainly hadn’t been it. Mr. Simmons turned down the lights and began his opening presentation. He left the class with reading assignments and to bring in a print media example of a current events opinion piece for the next day.

“Way to piss off the new teacher, Sacha. Since when do we have homework on the first day?” Jake sassed down at his flirtatious classmate on the way to his second period.

“Jakey, come on. He had that ready before I even snapped a pic.” She grinned confidently. “This semester is going to get me past ten thousand followers.”

10:36am

Luke Alvez’s throat hurt from talking during his morning classes. He started the semester with simple conversations, introductions and asking about the students. Second period was the beginners, but most of the teens had some knowledge of the language as their household staff or nannies may have spoken it around them. There was only one crack about tequila or cerveza, which he chalked up as a win. Now that he was done with his long stretch of classes, he realized how early in the day it was to have lunch.

“I feel like I just had breakfast.” Luke admitted as he grabbed his plate from the cart that Rossi had wheeled in to the staff dining hall, before ducking back to the cafeteria.

“You’re telling me, man. But if you don’t eat now, you’re going to regret it.” Derek shared from experience.

“How’s your first day going, teach?” Kate teased as she dug into her perfectly prepared meal.

“Pretty good, all things considered. I guess Penelope was teaching them at the end of last semester, so I can’t really win any popularity contests.”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, man. My girl has these kids by the heartstrings and their parents by their wallets, but she was not meant to be teaching. Trust me.” Derek Morgan chuckled.

“We’re just glad you’re here now. Let the craziness of last year be left in the past.” Tara added in her comforting voice.

“Funny the history teacher is talking about leaving things in the past,” Alvez chided.

“Oh, watch out, he’s got the comeback.” Derek egged his coworkers on.

They continued like that up until the bell rattled them back to reality. The easy banter hinting that perhaps this team was going to work out while past line ups had left people slipping between the cracks.

3:42pm

Spencer had been to the principal’s office numerous times over his academic career. Usually as the victim of some sort of bullying, the bruises hidden beneath his oversized clothing. Once it was because he had explained something during a biology lesson and his lab partner thought he was sexually harassing her. And another had been because his history teacher deemed him a distraction to other students and he had to remain in the principal’s office for the remainder of the quarter during that class period. The principal promptly retired the following summer.

These experiences were racing through his thoughts as he knocked on Hotch’s office door after the first day of the new school year. Clammy hands betraying his nerves.

“Come in,” the headmaster’s voice genial. “Reid? Everything okay?”

“You tell me,” Spencer didn’t sit but stood with one hand in his pocket to hide the tension it held. “I have fewer classes on my schedule this year and you gave Sociology to a glorified cameraman.”

“Matt Simmons has an undergraduate degree in Sociology, Reid. He is more than qualified to teach an introductory class on it.”

“As do I. In addition to my three doctorates in other fields.”

Hotch eyed the younger man. “Reid! What is this really about?”

“Do you think I can’t handle the course load? Did I somehow lower the standards with a full schedule?”

“Last year I lost two qualified educators, one to a personal vendetta of a student and one to trauma from the hands of another student. I cannot put my faculty at risk of burn out or exhaustion when the very people we are charged with nurturing could, rather poetically, bite the hand that feeds them.”

“This isn’t about my curriculum?”

“No.”

“Or my attempt at a stargazing club?”

“Not at all, though that really was just asking for kids to sneak off and neck.”

“Neck?” Spencer rubbed his absentmindedly, not getting the reference.

“Spencer,” Hotch leaned on his desk top, signaling the science teacher to sit as well. “I purposely gave you a prep period this year. I don’t want you to work yourself sick. We need to all be on our A game. That means accepting a break, even if we think we’re invincible.”

Spencer’s lips curled into a blushing smirk. “Clever word choice, Hotch. Invincible is late Middle English but has Latinate roots; ‘in’ and ‘vincibilis’ respectably.”

“Reid.”

“Sir?”

“I asked a lot of you, and even more so of Penelope, last term. This is my way of trying to remedy that.”

“Oh.” Spencer caught on. “Well, it was my pleasure. Besides, I kind of owed it to her, too.”

“No, you didn’t, but that’s what makes you a great teacher, Reid. You care so deeply, you take on the burdens of other’s growth. Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Friday Sept 8 6:12pm

Maya Walker scrambled through loading the dishwasher, causing both her parents to glance between themselves. She had three different chapters to read, a dozen geometry problems to proof out and a trumpet solo to prepare for seating auditions next week. The pressure was starting to sink in. She gave up snapping Meg Callahan and just called her on speaker.

“This is only the first week of the next four years of my life and I am DROWNING, girl.”

“Hey, Maya.” Meg’s voice sounded overly cheerful.

“Did you just answer the phone at the dinner table? Nu-uh, Kate is going to kill you!”

“Rough week? That sucks,” The line became muffled as Meg clearly played on her aunt’s sympathies to get excused early from the family meal. “Okay, I have ten, twelve minutes tops before she is going to call your mom and check on you.”

“You didn’t have to answer, dork!”

“I couldn’t stand it! Chris was doing light saber noises while trying to convince Kit to eat his Brussel sprouts. They’re Brussel sprouts! It is physically impossible to like them until you’re at least twenty-five!”

“Preach!” Maya filled in. “But seriously, I am dying. Do you have homework? Maybe we can hit the bookstore tomorrow or Sunday. I am going to lose it if I am stuck in my room all weekend.”

“It’s the first week of school, I have like one page of Algebra homework.”

“Which could take hours.”

“Mrrrrrrp. Nope, sorry. I can’t draw it out that long.”

“Please? Because you value me as a friend and person?”

“Maya Walker, don’t go begging now!” Meg cackled. “But seriously, I am sorry you have so much work. And I am slightly terrified for next year. Hey, you said you signed up for Journalism, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Is Mr. Simmons as hot as Kate is saying he is?”

“Whoa, go Kate!” Maya cheered on the nurse’s taste. “Yes, he is built like a Greek god, with all the ageless beauty of his Asian roots.”

“Ugh, I wish my teachers were hot.”

“Dude!”

“Okay, well, like, not our parents, obviously.”

“I should hope so!” Mara shuddered. “But seriously, Journalism is first hour, he already knows my name and who I am. It’s going to be a long year.”

“Still a great view to wake up for every morning.”

“Whatever, traitor. So no study sesh this weekend?”

“Nah, sorry. I am babysitting and then we have something on Sunday.”

“You owe me!”

“Yeah, yeah, well I better scram. Hugs!”

“Thanks, Meg. Talk later.”

“Yep.”

Maya hung up the phone and fell dramatically into the mound of quilts atop her bed. She was procrastinating, but something about two days and four assignments felt daunting. After twenty minutes on her favorite puzzle game, she gave in. She got out her trumpet and got to work.

Next Chapter: Uphill

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ask-joeydrewstudios · 7 years ago

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Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 16

@disneyphantomlover: ((You know it’s bad when not even Bendy trusts the mechanic. Also, this link is important for the nameless song they play. 9w9 ))

Bendy was rather proud of himself!

Not only was Mr. Sammy Wes happier now, but the Music Director showed him how to play a song on the piano! It was a weird but fun song, and he liked flicking his tail to the beat. Sammy Wes was mumbling some lyrics under his breath, but he refused to sing them outright. It was a little frustrating, but honestly, the demon didn’t care too much. It was more fun learning how to bounce his hand along the black and white keys like the blond did, and make a recognizable melody out of it.

He’d played the song over and over until the melody was stuck in his head! Then he shoved Sammy Wes to the side and played it himself all the way through. “What’s the name of this one??”

The blond man smirked, holding a finger up to his lips to hush him.

Now that only made him all the curious-er! He stood on the bench, his tail circling and snapping around him. “Cmooooon! What’s the name? I wanna know!”

Sammy’s huge hand came down and patted Bendy’s head inbetween the horns, and it took a minute for the demon to realize that noise coming out of the man was a friendly chuckle. “It’s just a lil song that ain’t coming out for a few years. It’ll be reaaall popular in a bit, just you wait.”

WHOA. Bendy felt his eyes grow large from an influx of ink, his little jaw dropping just so. WHOOOOOAAAAAA. He was the first to hear a song?? A big ol’ popular one at that?! Oh gosh! This was fantastic!! This was amazing!! He couldn’t help rocking back and forth on his heels, grinning for all he was worth. “Thanks, Sammy Wes!!”

“Only one thing, ya lil menance.” Even though his Sammy called him a “menace” a lot, it was actually nice hearing it from Sammy Wes. He seemed genuinely teasing and playful about it. Even when he poked Bendy on his nonexistent nose. “Since it’s not coming out for a while, I ain’t telling you the name of it. That fair?”

“Well. NO.” He stopped rocking on his heels as much, pouting a little. But… He did take a second to think about it. It was his special gift from Sammy Wes. “….But I guess I can deal with that. Can I at least call it yer song?”

That made the man smile widely, and he nodded. “Sure thing, buddy.”

Bendy shot off like a bottle rocket then. He needed to share this with Boris and Alice! They’d be soooooo jealous! He got a special song from the other Sammy, and they didn’t. And he’d be the only toon taught to play on Sammy’s piano! …Okay, so it wasn’t their Sammy, but Sammy Wes was close enough! He was almost to the stairs when he saw the ink. Nothing but ink filled the entire stairwell, and the little demon grimaced. Wally was going to freak out when he saw this… And so would Mr. Connor. He needed to find someone else who could fix this… Seeing so much ink like that always made him a little anxious.

Just as he was going to go find someone, a tall man walked right by him. “Oh wonderful… Another leak…” Bendy blinked as the man set down a toolbox on the stairs’ landing and took a few steps into the ink. The ink was already up to his hips when he stopped going down the stairs and stopped to survey the burst pipe. The first thing that the Devil Darling considered was the fact that while he didn’t recognize the man, his voice was familiar. No idea from where though… “Gonna have to replace this whole coupling later.”

Oh! Wait! Now he did! This must be Murray Hill! He’d never seen the man, but he recognized his voice from when he was in the pipes! Maybe he should go hide…

“Hey. Little Demon? Mind passing me a rag out of my kit?”

…..Or he could be addressed?? That was an option he hadn’t considered. “I-…Uhhh….Okay.” He threw open the kit, finding a few rags at the top and tossing one to the mechanic. “Heads up!”

The man didn’t even turn around, but he caught it anyways! Used it to wipe some ink spatters off his face before leaning in. “Much obliged.”

Bendy sat down, watching as the mechanic picked up a few tools, wading back and forth between a few stairs as he replaced the metal that held two pipes together. He was pretty fast, and the little devil enjoyed watching him work. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, with Murray working on the pipe and Bendy humming his new song. It helped lessen his anxiety about seeing SO MUCH INK THERE, but not by much.

Didn’t help that the demon could only handle silence for so long. “How come you ain’ freaked out by me?”

Murray was wiping his hands with the rag, attempting to sop up some of the ink before it stained his pale hands. “Eh. Seen too many Creations to be really surprised.”

“Creations?” Bendy let his head cock to the side, curiosity getting the better of him. “I thought Joey only made three of us.”

“Well… Other people have the same idea Mr. Drew did.” The man bounced his shoulders in a shrug. The pure lack of surprise in his voice made Bendy’s ink crawl. “It’s why I get called in so much. Help make cartoons like you real.”

…..That made logical sense. At least to his simple protagonist mind. But something felt wrong…. The demon couldn’t place it, but something about that man’s response felt off. Like a nasty note, or a bad model sheet. It wasn’t obviously wrong, but just enough to make him take notice. Joey told him that it took a lot of stuff like blood and ink and knowing the right rituals just to bring one of them to life. Him, Boris, and even Alice were here because of a lot of hard work and sacrificing on Joey’s part. And Murray sounded so… Uninterested. What part about living cartoons was uninteresting?

He pulled himself to his feet, taking a few steps back. “I'mma… I'mma go find Joey. Someone’s gotta tell him about this pipe.” He took off before the mechanic could respond to him. Something felt wrong and he’d feel better being near his Creator. Joey made things better. He may be a crazy, hare-brained man who liked the occult too much, but…. He was his Dad. And when uncomfortable, you go to your Dad.

It took a little longer than he liked to find Joey Drew, with ink starting to drip down his face and obscuring the vision in his left eye. But he tracked the man down and found him in Sammy’s office. He peeked through the glass, and saw Mr. Sammy Wes handing him a sealed envelope. It was soooo hard to hear through the glass, but he tried!

“-is how the boys at my Studio avoided getting drafted. ….It may not work the same here, but it’s a start. Just follow my directions, kay Drew?”

“I can do that. ….But…Would any of this apply to Henry? So he doesn’t get taken?”

“Absolutely. But you cannot- fucking look at me, Joey-you CANNOT open that until the date that’s on there. If you do, it’ll be suspcious.”

“Okay, okay…. I’ll keep this in my study. ….And Sammy Wes? …Thank you. I wouldn’t know where to begin with this… A draft? Why would they need to draft for a war?”

“….I don’t know, Drew. Cuz the military’s got its head up its ass and likes butting in unnessecarily? I couldn’ tell ya.”

Oh geeez… More stuff involving that “deployed” thing. Bendy scowled slightly, walking the short distance to the office door and knocking on it. Joey answered it, and Bendy couldn’t help but latch onto one of his legs and hang on for dear life. He didn’t notice Joey picking him up and holding him close, trying to coax something out of him. He just needed Joey right now. Nothing with that impending human stuff, or that creepy mechanic.

“Hey… What’s wrong, buddy?” That was Mr. Sammy Wes. He felt a second hand on his back, rubbing small circles on his shoulders.

Bendy couldn’t answer.

Joey deflated with a sigh, and Bendy felt a pat on the back of his head. “Cmon. I’ll take you to the office.” The demon felt his Creator start walking, through the door before stopping. “… We can do the ritual tonight, Sammy. Okay?”

“Okay.”

((THERE IS SOMETHING SO WONDERFULLY INNOCENT AND ENERGETIC ABOUT THE WAY YOU WRITE BENDY AND HIS RELATED NARRATIONS. And he got so excited over the Secret Song™ wes played, that’s so darn cute. I’ve prolly said it already but I live for cute interactions between the toons and Wes, and Bendy seeking out Joey when things got Weird, he got all quiet and just grabbed his leg and like… fuck man I Love It. Poor Babby. man just kill me now this is some Wholesome Fuckin’ Content, Too Good And Wholesome For This World.

And I am dying to know what is up with Murray. The mystery is real. I’m on the edge of my seat here xD Anyway thank you for the fic!! <3 <3))

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peaches-of-1 · 7 years ago

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Theatre Girl: Prologue 1

Theatre Boy: Prologue 1

Theatre They: Prologue 1

So those ^ are basically the same stories. Only things changed are pronouns and maybe descriptions here and there. I’ve been trying to keep most of my reactions gender neutral and have been wanting to do gender specific pieces for a while. I think I finally have the motivation and gumption to put the work in to make my blog more accessible for all genders.

Anyways, here goes!

Today was your second week of shows, and everyone was excited about the “special guests” Director Edith told you all about. You had been doing plays and musicals here for a while now, so you were pretty sure it was a backer or some other financial person you’d have to schmooze with after the show.

You went straight from the cafeteria to the auditorium with some of the others who were in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” with you. Luckily enough for you, your part was as Puck with a comfortable amount of lines.

At least you guys were able to get a slightly more modern version of it. That is, fairies spoke the old text while everyone else spoke normally. Putting on your stage makeup was your favorite part. You liked to take your time with it, so you always showed up about 30 minutes before call since time moved really fast after a while. Your face would be turned beautiful within the span of two hours. A little goofy since you were the Jester of the play, but you loved it.

That’s what drew you to theatre in the first place. How extreme yet simple everything was. It helped your confidence and you had found a second family of sorts. Your theatre teacher in high school warned you about not majoring it unless it was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure, so you decided to minor in it instead.

Not only were you allowed to overdo it a bit on the highlighter, but actual glitter was placed on your cheeks since the rhinestones kept falling off. You couldn’t keep your hands away from your face, either. So emerald glitter stuck to waterproof hairspray it was!

You got this part in due in part to your bouncy attitude, and although you weren’t a gymnastics hero, you were reasonably flexible and could do a few mid-air splits and Oberon was the most muscular hunk of human and former cheerleader. He had no problem lifting you up.

You two even tried to incorporate more spectacle into your interactions which Director Edith liked. Yellow lipstick made your lips pop and wasn’t distracting thanks to the yellow, blue, and pink flowers on your costume. Your finger nails were pink too, not baby pink.

As for your costume, your outfit was a black and blue corset with a collar connected to it since they didn’t want your boobs to accidentally slide out during a lift or something. Lots of leaves and flowers tucked into your ribbon leggings and no shoes. Though, they always had a pair of lace-up flats in case you wanted them.

That meant you had to paint your toe nails too. They were the same pink as your fingers. The costumer put on your horns after making your shoulders and part of your arms blue and yellow in a sort of ombre way. To say the least, showers took a long time after the show. It was mostly upper arm and right before your hands.

Then you sat and waited for warm ups, singing along to the assortment of music that played from the speakers. One of the leading ladies, the one playing Helena, came up with a list of music we’d all enjoy and gave it to the sound guy. Being the weirdo you were, you chose 3/5 of your songs to be k-pop. Bunch of hype songs. Someone else chose German Reggae, though, so you weren’t the only weird one.

Azar, who played Cobweb, was running late and he played multiple characters, so that wasn’t great. Yoongi Oberon nudged you since you were staring off into space again. It had become a thing in the cast to call everyone by their first name and their character’s name.

“You know you could at least be stretching, Puck (Y/N)*.” He gave you his gummy smile and booped your nose. “The more you do, the better things will go and the less you’ll sprain.”

You shook your head, “Oh, yeah. I meant to, but I kinda sorta forgot why I was walking over here. What was that video we followed last week? I wanna do that again.”

He got his phone and started searching, “That was one of our best shows, wasn’t it? Here it is.”

After following the 3 minute video, it was time for everyone to get on stage. The music stopped and a figure caught your eye. You didn’t think much about it until your Stage Manager and local pyro Seulgi introduced him as the head of some super important theatre league.

“This is the man who keeps things running in this whole section of the country. So he’s super important, and it’s our job to give him a good show.” She turned and presented him. “Everyone say hi to Kim Namjoon!”

The cast clapped, cheered and waved. He smiled a smile that captivated you and almost made your forget to breathe. Not something you could afford to waste in a corset. Those dimples were so nice.

Namjoon waved back, “You can all call me Mr. Kim. I’m the newest and youngest person to hold this position. My job is to make sure all the people are doing their jobs right by making theatre an inviting and exciting place for the community.” His coffee colored eyes scanned everyone.

They seemed to linger on you, but that was probably a figment of your imagination or he really liked your costume. It was a great costume.

“As far as I can see, they are. The costumes look great. The set looks great. I can’t wait to see them in action and talk to you after the show. Fighting!”

Everyone clapped. Seulgi started talking again, “Thank you, Mr. Kim. Alright, you guys, time to become spiderman!” She leaned to one side and the stretching began. You ended with a shakedown and a cheer.

You stood alone in the spotlight, center stage. All the other actors were off into the wings waiting for you to say the final line, probably mouthing it with you. These had to be the most difficult lines you had to learn, but you were so glad to finally get to this point.

Mr. Kim was near the middle. You knew because of the reserved sign that had been placed there today. You were eager to see his face again.

“...And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.” You winked, threw some more glitter and music played.

A silvery green path led you offstage. Once you were off, it was a blackout and the jaunty tune ended. Everyone started clapping. Music started again and everyone took their bows. Hoseok Lysander, finally got to joke around a bit as he spun his Zendaya Hermia into a dip and kiss her cheek. Jimin Demetrius laughed as his Helena did the same to him.

Then everyone held hands and did their final bows, motion to the audience since there was no one in the pit and then to the sound booth. Then off to the meet and greet. Because this show brought in a lot of kids, you were able to keep your costumes on.

After the meet and greet, the cast got undressed and sat in the front rows of the audience while Mr. Kim stood on stage. He asked questions about our experience from set building to stage. A lot of the first-timers were nervous to speak, but you had done this enough times to be chill about it.

He directed quite a few questions directly to you since you were sort of a lead in the show for once. “What was the most difficult aspect for you?”

“Well, the lifts for one, but I had Yoongi here to catch me if I fell.” You pat his thigh.

Yoongi joked, “If not catch, then fall with you.” making everyone giggle.

“Now, this is a question that I like to ask and you can go into detail if you want. It’s completely fine if you don’t want to. Were there any show romances?”

Everyone looked at each other. There actually weren’t any. Zendaya spoke up, “Well, no, but I’m sure everyone in the cast wants to get with Jimin.”

...She wasn’t wrong and so everyone giggled. Jimin blushed and hid his face in Hoseok’s shoulder. Jimin wasn’t a flirt, but he was just too darn cute. He liked holding hands and was a very touchy person. It was your first time working with him and he was top 5.

“Any questions for me?” Mr. Kim asked.

Hobi giggled and raised his hand, “I’m sure the girls wanna know if you’re gay or not.”

Claire added, “Also, how old are you? Cuz, like you look really young and really attractive.” She had no filter.

Mr. Kim blushed and bit his lip, looking down for a moment, “I’m attracted to someone’s heart, not their body or what’s in their pants. I’m 23, and before you ask, I am single.”

“Is that an offer?” she flirted, raising an eyebrow and leaning in.

“Maybe, but not to you.” He made eye contact with you and winked.

Your eyes got wide and you started blushing, trying not to laugh. No one flirted with you. What the heck?

He laughed. It was a joke. “Anyways, I very much enjoyed the show, but I won’t keep you here any longer.”

Then he sent everyone home to gt some rest before tomorrow’s show. Well, everyone was going out to eat and probably party seeing it was a Friday night. You, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Zendaya were going to get some Panda Express and some drinks. You grabbed your bag when Mr. Kim approached you.

He put his hand on your upper back, “Miss Puck, you did a fantastic job up there. I can say that, without a doubt, you are the best I have ever seen in that role.”

You laughed, “You can call me (Y/N), Mr. Kim.”

“And you can call me Namjoon, Miss Puck. But really, you were great. I hope I get to see great things from you in the future.” He handed you a business card. “If you need help with any of it, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

He left, taking a few lollipops from his jacket pocket and handed them to you. Told you to share them, and left. Was he flirting with you? Did you flirt back? If so, it was a complete accident. You didn’t know how to.

“Hey, (Y/N), hurry up. Uber is outside!” Hobi called. “Jimin’s coming with us!”

You tucked the card into your back pocket and joined your cast mates. Everyone made sure they had wiped off enough makeup to be considered normal, and you admitted that you still had your blue on. Your very old hoodie covered most of it, though.

Author’s Notes:

*Puck is used like an adjective, so that’s why it is first for MC. Just felt more comfortable too.

So, the course is set! Time to go change pronouns and stuff. Please let me know if I ever miss any or do the wrong ones in the other versions!

Character Profiles:

Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Yoongi

#BTS #BTS fic #BTS fanfic #BTS fan fiction #BTS fan fic #Fem!reader #Reader insert #Story: Theatre Kid #Theater AU #College AU #BTS College AU

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