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landoughnut · 2 days ago
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Pit Stop Staring
♡ masterlist - request - emoji anons
♡ pairing - lando norris x mechanic!fem!reader
♡ summary - lando notices you during a pit stop, gets distracted and stares at you, and embarrasses himself on the radio being aired as he gushes over you, but with a little push from Zak, he makes his move on you!
♡ warnings - fluff, BLUSHY and nervous lando, love at first sight, a pinch of jealousy, Zak's a wing man, lando being cute and STUTTERINGGG hehehe
♡ w/c & a/n - 1.86k | #ilovetommy
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Today was your first day working as a mechanic during an actual race, and you couldn't be more excited. You'd just finished your months of training and you felt pretty confident in yourself, so you weren't too nervous.
The McLaren team was more than welcoming when you first started, although some were a little apprehensive to have a girl working with the heavy tires, you proved them completely wrong and quickly gained their admiration, making friends with some as well.
As for the two papaya drivers, you had only briefly met Oscar about a month ago while leaving a meeting. He told you he was happy to be working with you soon, and he thought you will do amazing. You spoke shortly before he was being called off by someone, but he said goodbye and wished you best of luck.
The other driver, Lando, you had unfortunately not met yet. You heard quite a lot about him, and people said he was kind with a great sense of humor, so you crossed your fingers and wished you were able to catch him and introduce yourself. You also had seen some edits of him on your feed, not that you would tell anyone that, but you couldn't deny that he was quite a looker.
Back to today, though, you were waiting to see the bright papaya cars pull into the pit stop for their tire exchanges. After some laps, the first one to pull up was Oscar, and you and the others quickly got to work with a successful change in just about 2 seconds.
You beamed as he drove away and got a high five from your mechanic friend, Tommy, and he grinned at you, "That was great! And your first time too! You'll be putting me out of my job soon," he laughs.
You shake your head and poke his side, walking back to the garage, "Don't be silly! I did learn from the best," you say and give him a dramatic wink.
"Ha. Ha. You flatter me," he pats your head. You just push his arm away and turn your head to look at the race stats.
Oscar is in a good fourth place currently, and Lando in second, four seconds behind Max. You watch the race for about three more minutes before you hear that Lando was told to box next lap, so you and the mechanics rush out to the pit once again and prepare your gear.
A few moments pass before you can spot Lando's bright helmet in his car coming closer. He finally arrives and pulls up into his spot, while doing so, he glances around and his eyes land on you.
His mouth drops open slightly and he whispers a little, "Wow." Everyone does his tire change just as fast as Oscars, but Lando was still staring at you, who he thinks might be an angel sent down from above just for him.
Wow, he thinks to himself again, you have to be the most gorgeous person he's ever seen. He doesn't even realize that everyone has cleared the way for him to exit the stop until he sees you tilt your head and he hears his race engineer's voice, "Lando! GO! What are you doing, mate?!"
That snaps Lando back to reality, and he quickly drives away, now in last place due to how long he was there. He feels his neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment. There's no way he would have a chance with you after that.
"I-I'm so sorry, she was s-so beautiful, and she looks like an a-angel, I-I got distracted," he stutters quietly to Will, his race engineer.
"Oh my- Lando this is being aired, you can't say stuff like that, mate!" Will sighs but he can't help but laugh a little bit. However Lando does the opposite now, he chews his lip like he's about to cry of humility, since now he knows you just heard him say that and you were the only girl there, so you know he had to be talking about you.
Back to where you were, you laughed at the radio message, curious to who he was stuttering over. Tommy's eyes bulge as he hears it, head whipping toward you.
You look at him and furrow your eyebrows, "What?"
He just blinds at you before yelling, "Lando Norris said you're beautiful! And look like an angel!"
"What? No he didn't?"
"Are you- who else would he be talking about?!" Tommy puts his hands on your shoulder and gently shakes you.
"Uhh," you laugh and glance at the other mechanics who are smirking and you and raising their eyebrows up and down. "I don't know, there are some women team members right over there," you point to the side.
Tommy just drops his head down and shakes it, "No. He was talking about you!"
"But.. I'm.. well, me? Just an average new mechanic," you look down at your uniform, "in some very unflattering working clothes."
Tommy just steps back and crosses his arms, "First off, don't ever say you're 'just you', because you're my best friend here," he whispers, so the others won't hear him, and you giggle. "Second, the clothes may be a little unflattering but you're still a very pretty girl," he smiles at you.
"Awhhhhh, Tommy! Who knew you were such a sap!" You hug the boy in thanks and he reciprocates it as you walk to the garage once again.
"So are you going to ask him out later?"
You almost choke on your breath, "What? No! Of course not! Are you crazy?"
He rolls his eyes, "Come on, he was just stuttering. Lando Norris was stuttering over you, if that isn't love at first sight then I don't know what is," he shrugs.
"Tommy!" You slap his arm, "We are done with this conversation."
"But-"
"End of discussion!" You huff, turning on your heels and walk away. Leaving your friend to rub his face in defeat.
When the race ended with Lando placed seventh due to the mishap from before, he hopped out of the car and rushed over to Zak.
Zak pulls the boy in for a hug and ruffles his hair, which was quite the opposite reaction Lando had thought he would see, since he cost the team points.
Once he lets go of Lando, the only thing he gets out of his mouth is, "Who was that?"
Zak lets out a laugh and tries to keep in a grin, "Who? Her?" he nods over to you, standing while chatting with Tommy again. Lando frowns as he watches you two.
"Are they dating?" he asks the older man.
"Hmm," he pretends to think about it, "yes," he nods. Of course he's only kidding, trying the get a rise out of the British boy.
"What?" Lando's head snaps to the man, looking utterly devastated. Zak starts laughing loudly, looking at him, and thinks this is what the human version of a kicked puppy would look like.
"I'm only joking, buddy, why don't you go and ask her?" Zak pats Lando's shoulder.
"U-uh I don't know...."
"Oh, come on! You're Lando Norris!"
The boy sighs and looks at you longingly. That was until you glanced over at him and he quickly turned back to Zak, his face now turning red again at being caught. "What about no work relationships?"
Zak sighs and shakes his head, "Listen, I'll talk to people about it and I'll make it work, okay?" He smiles and Lando lets his lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Now, go get your girl!" He turns his shoulders and pushes him forward a little bit.
Lando blinks fast and his heart races as he nervously makes his way over to you two.
You don't notice but Tommy does and bites back a teasing comment. "Lando Norris! The legendary man himself!"
You look to your right and see the boy bouncing slightly on his feet, twisting his hands and he looks back and forth between you both. "H-hi," he whispers to you, his ears turning red at your kind gaze.
"Hi! It's nice to finally meet you," you smile at him.
Tommy nods, "Yeah, and nice radio message today, man, real smooth," he chuckles.
Unbeknownst to you, Lando now wishes the floor would swallow him whole. "Uh, y-yeah, thanks?"
Tommy just laughs, "Oh! I think someone is calling me, gotta go!"
You watch him walk away, and Lando glares at him. "Did you hear someone calling him?" you ask.
"No, but, um, I-I'm sorry for today, a-and I didn't-"
You quickly shake your head and smile, "No! Don't apologize, really! I'm honored!" You put your hand on his arm, causing him to tense. You quickly remove it and apologize, "I'm so sorry! I should have asked-"
"N-No!" Lando says, and Zak drops his head into his hands as he watches the scene from afar. "You can touch me anytime! I-I mean- bloody hell- n-not like that! I mean you can if you wa-" he slaps a hand over his mouth before he can embarrass himself and more.
You just blush as you watch the boy, you find it endearing, to be honest, you've never had someone act like this with you before. "Lando! Please, don't worry, I think your rambling is cute, and... you yourself are cute too," you put your hands behind your back.
"Me? Really? You think I'm c-cute?" He lets out a nervous laugh in disbelief.
"Is that so hard to believe?" You frown.
"I... guess not.. but you're.. you! W-way out of my league..." he trails off.
"You have to be joking!"
He just looks down at his feet and smiles, his body slowly untensing as he feels a little less nervous. It's not that he's stuttering and blushing because he's scared of you, he's just never met someone so... perfect.
He slowly raises his eyes back up to look at you, "Well... then would you m-maybe want to... get dinner with me later?"
Your smile widens at the hopeful look in his eyes, you pinch your arm once, just to be sure this is really happening and not a dream. "Of course! Oh, I'd love to, would you like my number to send me the details?" you ask him.
He nods and pats his pocket for his phone, "Oh! I left my phone in my driver's room... but if you have yours, I'll give you mine?"
"Sure," you nod and hand him your phone, watching as he creates a contact for himself. "Well, I do have to go back, I promised my friends to hang out for a bit after the race but I'll see you later," you tell him.
He smiles at you, "Alright, see you!"
You turn around, walking to your friends who were giggling to themselves, watching the whole thing.
Lando is left in his spot, practically lovestruck, "What a woman," he whispers to himself dreamily.
He jumps with a yelp when he feels a hand on his shoulder, "Well done, kid! You got yourself a date!"
Lando turns to look at a way too excited Zak Brown, "Yeah... I suppose I did."
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nights-at-crystarium · 3 days ago
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*inhales* I HATE BSKY FOR THAT
There's indeed a culture of hate/alienation towards artists that don't add alt text. The blocklist the op talks about sounds new but not surprising to me, people have been silently ignoring/refusing to share posts without alt text, and sometimes trying to be "helpful" by getting in your face and telling you that your art doesn't get numbers because of that.
Now. I finish a drawing. I resize it and put my little watermark on it, the only layer of protection I can do. I don't have the spoons for glazing it, I've given up on that for the same reason as alt text: too much extra busy work. If posting art 10 years ago felt like walking, today there are heavy weights chained to my legs.
Posting art nowadays isn't just uploading an image, adding tags, hitting the post button. NO, you go to downdetector and check if the platform isn't on fire. And, oh, did I mention that you've gotta crosspost to a dozen platforms? There are often outages which you'll feel acutely if you post regularly. No outages, all seems fine? Post and hope that the hidden ai content filters don't see the pornography in your art, no matter how sfw it actually looks to a human. Sometimes sfw posts indeed get erroneously labeled on bsky, which you can appeal, on tumblr your post's completely hidden from tags and dashboard in that case, you can only delete it and try reposting with minor edits. Done, passed that? Now you sit and hope that people actually like your shit. And then, on bsky, some twat walks up and "um ackshually where's your alt text? I won't share that."
Do you see how the only thing this notion can inspire is outrage? You have no bloody clue how mentally taxing it is to be an artist nowadays. Go fuck yourself if you refuse to share posts with no alt text.
You're harrassing a person and trying to police them into something that's still new and underexplored in the collective consciousness of an internet user. Some of us have been there for decades, some of us have trouble adapting to change, some of us don't have the spoons for it, you know what's that called? A person's autistic and you're attacking them.
I'm autistic and I can't force myself to do things that I don't want. No punishment in the world will encourage me to start adding alt text. By accusing me of being an exclusionary asshole YOU are being that to me, an autistic trans person fighting for their life every day as the internet, the only place where I can survive in, gets worse and worse at a terrifying speed.
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observations
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jiminomenon · 18 hours ago
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model! karina cheers assistant! reader up
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pairing: model! karina x assistant! female reader
word count: 1k+
summary: y/n was having an absolutely miserable morning, and everyone—including jimin—felt the effects of her foul mood. snapping at people left and right, she wanted nothing more than to be left alone, but of course, jimin had other plans. unwilling to deal with a sulky assistant all day, the spoiled model took it upon herself to fix y/n’s mood—whether she wanted her to or not.
from my series: the devil wears prada
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y/n knew it was going to be a bad day the moment she woke up. her alarm didn’t go off, meaning she had to rush through her morning routine. her coffee machine—her lifeline—refused to work. then, as if the universe was out to get her, she stepped outside only to be met with pouring rain and no umbrella. by the time she arrived at jimin’s penthouse, drenched, exhausted, and running purely on frustration, she was already dangerously close to losing her patience.
“you’re late,” jimin commented, lounging on the couch with a cup of steaming coffee in her perfectly manicured hands. she didn’t even need coffee that morning; she just liked the aesthetic of holding it.
y/n shot her a sharp glare as she squeezed water out of her sleeves. “gee, thanks for the observation, sherlock.”
jimin raised an eyebrow at the attitude but didn’t say anything. yet.
the day only got worse from there. y/n had back-to-back calls, urgent emails, and a schedule to fix because someone (cough jimin cough) decided she didn’t feel like attending a certain shoot last minute. every little inconvenience grated on her nerves, and soon, she found herself snapping at anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way.
even the model herself.
“ugh, can you stop hovering?” y/n snapped when jimin followed her into the kitchen, watching her struggle to open a stubborn bottle of water.
jimin, who usually had a snarky comeback for everything, simply tilted her head. “you’re in a bad mood.”
“no shit.”
instead of getting annoyed like usual, jimin just hummed. “hmm. i don’t like this.”
y/n scoffed. “well, i don’t like today, but here we are.”
jimin didn’t leave her alone after that. in fact, she made it her mission to pester y/n. during meetings, she’d text her ridiculous things like ‘what if i got bangs? do u think i’d look hotter?’ or ‘i saw a dog today. it was ugly. reminded me of you.’ ‘go get princess that new limited edition cat dress from givenchy’
when that didn’t work, she started physically annoying her—poking her arm, pulling on the sleeve of her blazer, even stealing her pen when she was trying to write something down.
“jimin, i swear to god—”
“oh, look at that. you’re saying my name now instead of ‘ms. yu.’ progress!” jimin smirked.
y/n groaned, rubbing her temples. “what do you want?”
“you, but less grumpy.”
“not happening.”
jimin gasped dramatically. “so mean. what happened to my lovely assistant?”
“she’s dead. may she rest in peace.”
but of course, jimin never knew how to give up. later in the afternoon, she disappeared for a while, only to return holding—of all things—y/n’s favorite pastry from that overpriced bakery she always talked about.
y/n blinked. “where did you get that?”
“doesn’t matter.” jimin placed it in front of her. “eat it.”
y/n frowned. “why are you being nice?”
jimin rolled her eyes. “i’m always nice.”
y/n snorted. “you’re never nice.”
“and yet, here i am, doing charity work by cheering up my grumpy little assistant.”
y/n stared at her, then at the pastry, then back at her. ugh. she hated to admit it, but… it was kind of sweet. with a sigh, she finally took a bite.
jimin watched her expectantly. “better?”
y/n chewed, pretending to think. “eh. a little.”
jimin smirked. “knew it.”
y/n shook her head but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on her lips. maybe today wasn’t completely terrible. as much as y/n hated to admit it, jimin’s efforts were helping. just a little. but she wasn’t about to give the bratty model that satisfaction so easily.
jimin, however, was relentless.
“so,” jimin started as she plopped down onto the couch beside y/n, far too close for comfort. “what else do i have to do to make you stop sulking? want me to book you a vacation? buy you a new car? oh, wait—maybe you want me to drive you around in said car. imagine that, ms. assistant, getting chauffeured by me.”
y/n shot her a deadpan look. “why do you sound like a rich old man trying to solve his problems with money?”
jimin gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in fake offense. “how dare you? i am far from an old man.”
“you have the attitude of one.”
jimin narrowed her eyes. “you really are in a mood today.”
y/n sighed and leaned back, rubbing her temples. “look, i appreciate whatever you’re trying to do, but i just… i need some space, okay?”
jimin frowned. she didn’t like that answer. not one bit. y/n was hers to annoy, to pester, to keep close—space was not part of their arrangement. but instead of voicing her complaints, she stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.
then, out of nowhere, she got up and disappeared into the other room. y/n didn’t think much of it at first—jimin was unpredictable like that. but a few minutes later, she returned with something in her hands.
a blanket.
before y/n could ask, jimin tossed it over her, making sure it covered her entire body.
“…what are you doing?” y/n mumbled from under the fabric.
“i’m tucking you in. obviously.”
“tucking me in? i’m not a child.”
jimin scoffed. “well, you’re acting like one.”
y/n huffed, but she was too exhausted to argue. the weight of the blanket was warm and oddly comforting. she peered up at jimin, who was looking down at her with an unreadable expression.
“…why are you being nice?” y/n finally asked.
jimin crossed her arms. “you’re annoying when you’re in a bad mood. and if this is what it takes to make you stop being annoying, then fine. i’ll allow it.”
y/n gave her a look. “wow. you really suck at being genuine.”
“and yet, here i am, taking care of your grumpy ass,” jimin quipped back.
y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the tiny smile tugging at her lips. she sighed, finally letting the tension melt from her shoulders. maybe jimin’s ways were unconventional, but at the end of the day, she did make her feel better.
“thanks, i guess,” y/n muttered, barely audible.
jimin smirked. “huh? what was that?”
y/n groaned, pulling the blanket over her face. “don’t push it, yu.”
but the way jimin’s smirk softened into something almost fond did not go unnoticed.
“just rest for now, m’kay? be in a better mood when you wake up.”
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rik0shii · 3 days ago
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reader being the only girl member of big bang, and her and daesung secretly being all flirty and in love with each other, but they dont date, until years later , people do edits and stuff to start pointing out how they definitely liked each other which gives them the push to date, so it ends in our current year.
hope this is okay, thanks so much💜
Years in the Making
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Pairing: Daesung x Reader
Word Count: ~5k
hiii i hope you like it, this was pretty rushed 😭😭 reposts and comments are appreciated!
Summary: You and Daesung have always had a connection—one that the rest of BIGBANG teased but never took too seriously. Years of inside jokes, secret smiles, and lingering touches were just part of your friendship. But now, in 2025, the internet has receipts, and maybe it’s time to stop pretending.
2006 – The Beginning
Being the only female member of BIGBANG wasn’t easy. You had to fight for every bit of respect, prove yourself just as much—if not more—than the others. But through the exhausting days of training and the pressure of debuting, Daesung was always there.
He made everything lighter, easier.
You clicked instantly—maybe it was the way you both loved to joke around, how neither of you took yourselves too seriously despite the industry’s expectations. Or maybe it was the way he always looked out for you—pulling you away from reporters when their questions became too personal, sneaking extra snacks into your bag when you were too busy to eat, keeping an eye on you even when you didn’t realize it.
And the flirting? That was just part of the game.
“You looked good today,” he’d murmur after performances, voice just low enough for only you to hear.
“So did you,” you’d reply, watching the tips of his ears turn red.
It was effortless, natural. But it was also safe. Neither of you ever pushed past the invisible line between friends and something more.
Not yet.
2012 – Still Just Friends
BIGBANG was dominating the industry, and your friendship with Daesung was as strong as ever. If anything, it had only grown.
The fans noticed it—the way you always seemed to gravitate toward each other, how you finished each other’s jokes, how Daesung’s eyes lingered on you just a second too long during interviews. Edits of your moments together flooded the internet, clips of him looking at you like you hung the stars gaining thousands of views.
The other members noticed too.
“You two should just date already,” Taeyang teased once, watching the way you nudged Daesung’s shoulder during a break in rehearsal.
Daesung laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, but you saw the flicker of something in his eyes before he shrugged it off.
“We’re just friends,” you said, the same response you always gave.
The conversation moved on, but for the first time, the words didn’t sit right in your chest.
Because deep down, you weren’t so sure they were true.
2017 – The Almost
It was late after a concert in Japan, the adrenaline finally wearing off as you and Daesung sat in the back of the van, heads resting against the seats. The others were chatting in the front, their voices distant.
Daesung shifted beside you. “Do you ever think…?”
You turned to him, his voice quieter than usual. “Think what?”
“That maybe we missed something?”
Your heart skipped.
It was the closest either of you had ever come to acknowledging it—this thing that had existed between you for years, unspoken but always there.
You opened your mouth, unsure of what you were about to say, but the van stopped, and the moment shattered. The conversation was left unfinished, lost to the chaos of schedules, tours, and comebacks.
And maybe that was easier.
Maybe pretending was better than facing what it really meant.
2020 – The Shift
BIGBANG had been through so much. Hiatuses, military service, changes in the group—it felt like a lifetime had passed since your debut.
You and Daesung still talked, of course. Always. But things felt different. There were fewer playful touches, fewer lingering glances. Maybe you were both too scared of what would happen if you let it slip.
Then one night, as you sat in your apartment scrolling through your phone, you came across an edit.
It was one of those fan compilations—clips spanning over a decade, showing every moment you and Daesung had ever shared. The way he looked at you when you weren’t watching, the way your hands always seemed to find each other, the way he smiled a little softer when you were the one speaking.
And the comments?
“How did they not date?”
“You’re telling me this wasn’t real???”
“Daesung was down BAD.”
Your chest tightened. You had spent years convincing yourself that what you had was just friendship. But watching it all laid out like this? The internet had noticed something you had spent years ignoring.
And maybe… maybe it was time to stop running from it.
2025 – The Now
It had taken almost twenty years, but here you were.
Sitting next to Daesung in a quiet café, watching as he scrolled through the same edits that had haunted your mind for months.
He looked up, expression unreadable. “So, the internet thinks we’ve been in love this whole time.”
You laughed, but it came out shaky. “Maybe they have a point.”
Daesung didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then, slowly, carefully, he reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours.
Your breath hitched.
“I don’t want to miss it this time,” he murmured.
And this time, you didn’t pretend you didn’t understand.
This time, you laced your fingers through his and held on.
Later That Year – The Interview
Daesung’s talk show had quickly become a fan favorite. He had always been a natural entertainer, effortlessly funny yet able to draw out deep conversations from his guests. His humor kept things light, but he had a way of making people open up without even realizing it.
So when he invited you on, you weren’t surprised.
What did surprise you was how openly you both talked about your relationship.
The set was warm and inviting, the audience buzzing with excitement as the cameras rolled. You sat beside Daesung on the sleek studio couch, watching him grin like he was up to something.
“So, Y/N, should we tell them who made the first move?” he asked, leaning forward with that signature mischievous glint in his eyes.
You smirked. “Technically, it was you.”
He gasped dramatically, turning to the audience. “Did you hear that? She’s rewriting history! Someone pull up the receipts!”
Laughter filled the studio.
You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, you want receipts? Should we talk about the time in Japan in 2017?”
The audience ooooh’d in excitement, and Daesung immediately started laughing, shaking his head. “I knew you were going to bring that up.”
You turned to the audience, grinning. “So, there we were, exhausted after a concert, sitting in the back of a van, and this man turns to me and says—”
“—‘Do you ever think we missed something?’” Daesung finished, sighing dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, I walked right into this one.”
The audience erupted into cheers, and Daesung pretended to hide his face behind his hands.
You nudged his arm. “That was basically a confession, you know.”
“I know,” he groaned. “And then I did nothing about it for years.”
More laughter.
“But honestly,” he continued, looking at you with a softer expression, “I think we were both scared back then. Scared of ruining what we had, scared of the industry, scared of—”
You nodded, finishing his sentence. “Scared of everything.”
There was a pause—just long enough for the audience to feel the weight of it.
Then Daesung brightened, turning back to the camera. “But thankfully, the internet came through for us.”
The screen behind you lit up with clips—fan edits, old interviews, even that viral comment section that had pushed you both toward the truth.
“How did they not date?”
“You’re telling me this wasn’t real???”
“Daesung was down BAD.”
Daesung groaned again. “That last one really hurts. Down bad?? Am I that obvious?”
“Yes,” the entire audience answered in unison, making everyone laugh again.
You squeezed his hand, grinning. “But it’s okay. Because we both were.”
More aww’s from the audience.
Then Daesung smirked again. “Okay, real question—who had to be the one to officially ask?”
You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going. “You refused to do it, so I had to.”
“I wasn’t refusing! I was building suspense,” he argued.
You turned to the audience. “He stalled for weeks.”
“I was nervous!”
The teasing continued, but under it all, there was something soft, something warm. It was the kind of banter that came naturally, built on years of friendship, trust, and love.
As the interview wrapped up, Daesung turned back to you with a more genuine expression.
“For real, though,” he said, voice quieter, “I think it was always supposed to be us. It just took us a long time to see it.”
You felt your chest tighten, the weight of everything you had gone through settling into something right.
Reaching for his hand, you smiled. “Yeah. But we got there in the end.”
The audience clapped, the energy buzzing through the studio.
Years in the making. But finally, finally yours.
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lesservillain · 2 days ago
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strange lights masterlist
summary: all the answers give you is more questions
cw: reader is almost assaulted (but the day is saved)
wc: 6.2k
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Snarling. Teeth. Screaming.
“Get out of here!”
“Why is she here?” 
“They’ll eat her alive!”
Wild gusts of wind hit you from every direction, disorienting you as you try to steady yourself against the push and pull. When you finally open your eyes, you find yourself at the edge of a cliff where water crashes harshly against the rocks at the bottom. Every time you try to take a step away, a force pushes you closer to the drop. 
Just as you feel your foot teetering over the edge, a voice calls out your name. The wind ceases its push and you’re able to regain your footing. When you look up to see who called your name, your eyes lock onto a figure emerging from the woods. It looks familiar, long brown curls and snow white skin, but the face is unfamiliar. 
It’s that of a monster. Sharp fangs and bright, glowing red eyes that are locked on you. You’re no longer being pushed towards the edge, rather you’re locking in place as the creature gets closer to you, stalking you slowly as it prepares to pounce. 
Only when another voice calls out does the monster break its trance. 
It happens in a flash. You see Steve running out of the woods towards the monster, and then his body contorts, shifting and changing into a wolf before your eyes. You watch intently as he charges at the monster. They’re so close that they almost--
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Shooting straight up, your chest heaves as you are suddenly woken up from your sleep. You wipe the cold sweat that covers your neck and forehead with your shirt as you let yourself adjust to being awake, recounting the recurring dream that you’ve been having since that night at Loch Nora over a month ago.
It was probably your subconscious trying to tell you that you need to talk to the two men that keep appearing in the visions. Or maybe it was a warning, them turning into monsters being your mind telling you that both of them were no good.
You hadn’t talked to either man since your last encounters with them. Not that Eddie had been trying to get a hold of you, but Steve was a different story.
Texts and calls from him started late that night, apologies for what happened and how rude Tommy was to you. You’d sent him a single text back telling him that it was fine and have left him on read ever since. On one hand you felt bad for ignoring him and his obvious attempts to try and fix whatever potential the two of you may have had. On the other hand, you didn’t think you could stomach the idea of showing your face around his friends ever again. You’d even been avoiding Jonathan and his friends when they’ve come in to the store, retreating like a coward to the back room to let the new part timer take over.
Today was a boring day though. Nothing of interest going on as you were the only person there besides Heather and Barb. They were still busy taking orders when the front door rang for the millionth time. Expecting it to be another Starbucks customer, you don’t even bother saying anything to them as they come in.
“Excuse me.”
A familiar voice caught your attention, making you turn on your heels. It was Dustin and Lucas again, both of them looking quite excited to see you.
“Oh, hey guys, whats up?” You say, setting a box of games down.
“Yes, we’re looking for the new special edition Darth Vader figure,” Lucas says with a glimmer in his eyes. This time you knew what they were talking about.
“Sorry boys, can’t put it out until Friday,” you said with a smirk. They deflated in front of you and you honestly started to feel bad for them.
“Please,” Dustin begs, about to get on his knees to plead with you. “We need to get some before they sell out while we’re at school.”
“You really think they’ll sell out in this town?” You ask with a “get real” tone.
“You don’t understand,” Lucas says with frustration, “These are limited quantity and people will be coming from all over to get it.”
You give them both an unserious look. You’re about to tell them no when an idea sparks in your mind.
“Okay, fine,” you start, and both the boys jump for joy. “But--”
“But?” Dustin says with a groan.
“But, you have to give me some info.”
“Whatever you want to know, just ask,” Lucas says, shaking his head.
“Alright, I want the scoop on your friend Eddie. You guys seem to know him pretty well and I want to know what his deal is.”
“Eddie? That’s easy. What do you want to know?” Dustin says.
You ponder for a moment. You didn’t really think this far, and you had a million questions that you wanted answers to, but you weren’t sure how much these kids would know.
“I guess…what are his hobbies?”
“Well, he’s a total nerd. Knows everything about every edition of D&D,” Lucas starts.
“Yeah, but he’s totally inept with technology, so he’s more like a geek,” Dustin adds with a tilt of his head.
“He’s into nerdy stuff though, like Star Wars and Tolkien.”
“Yeah, he carried around a copy of The Hobbit that looks like it’s a hundred years old.”
“He really needs a new copy of that, doesn’t he?” Lucas asks Dustin, who nods in return.
“Okay, what does he do in his spare time besides nerd stuff?” You ask, trying to refocus them.
“He writes music,” Lucas says.
“Yeah, with his guitar,” Dustin says, wiggling his eyebrows.
That makes total sense. Eddie looked like the type of guy who would play a guitar.
“I’m guessing it’s like rock music then?”
“Metal mostly,” Dustin says with a nod.
“Yeah, he’s super into 80’s metal music,” Lucas says, “ Like Dio and Black Sabbath. Which we only know because of him. That’s like stuff our dad’s listen to, but Eddie’s really into it.”
“So he looks like he came from the 80’s and listens to the music? Really into the revival that’s going on right now, I guess. What about…I don’t know, food? What does he like to eat?”
Lucas and Dustin look at each other for a moment. They seem like they’re trying to wrack their brains for an answer but come up blank.
“Honestly…I’ve never seen him eat.”
“Yeah, me either.”
That sparks your interest.
“You’ve never seen him eat?” You ask, prying for more details.
“Yeah, we don’t usually eat at our games so we’ve never really seen him eat.”
“But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t eat,” you say.
“Yeah, but even when we go places with him he doesn’t eat. He never talks about food either. Kinda weird now that I think about it,” Dustin says with a finger to his chin.
“Is it really that weird?” You ask with a laugh.
“I mean, considering how many times we’ve gone places to eat and he’s never gotten anything other than black coffee…Maybe he just doesn’t like fast food?”
“I guess I never really thought about it,” Lucas says, “But Eddie is kinda weird.”
“Weirdest guy I know,” Dustin says with a nod of pride.
“How else is he weird?”
“Well, his skin is, like, super cold all the time.”
“Probably from his lack of nutrition if he doesn’t eat a lot,” Lucas says as if he made a valid point, to which Dustin nods. “But he’s like crazy strong.”
“Oh, yeah. I swear he lifted a heavy ass table with one hand one time.”
“So basically he’s a crazy strong, technologically inept 80’s nerd with a dislike for fast food?”
Both boys look at each other and nod.
“Yep.” They say in unison.
“And you don’t find any of that weird?”
“Nah, it’s just Eddie.”
With all this new information, you began to wonder about the man in question more. Even after the boys left with their Vader figure, you still pondered all the things that they had told you.
You certainly could vouch that his skin was cold. You’d felt it with their own touch. And he really was like a living time capsule of the 80’s, hair and all. But there was a million guys online doing the same look so you can’t really base anything off of that. 
There was the weird thing about eating, but maybe it was just that; a weird thing. Maybe he’s not the type to eat in front of others. You did see him get a black coffee before, so it’s not like he could be drinking…something else.
But it all still seemed odd to you. There were even more questions than there were answers at this point, and you didn’t know if you’d ever have the chance to ask them yourself.
“Hellooooo?”
Heather’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. She was standing in front of your counter for god knows how long while you were just staring into the empty store.
“Sorry, what’s up?” You finally say.
“Everything good?” Heather asks.
“Yeah, just bored out of my mind.”
“I wish I could say the same,” Heather laughs, leaning over the counter. “ But we finally have a break in customers so I wanted to come ask you something.”
“Lay it on me.”
“Well,” Heather starts, “You remember Tammy from the party, right?”
“Yeah, your southern friend?”
“Yes! So her and Barb and I are going out tonight to this club, right, and we thought it would be totally cool if you came along?” Heather gives you a hopeful look.
“To a club? I don’t know…”
“Please?!” Barb shouts from across the store. You laugh at the desperation in her voice and take a minute to ponder on it. It might be fun to go out and have a little adventure after the rough start you’d had so far in this town.
“I guess if you don’t mind me and my cast cramping up your style,” you say waving your arm back and forth.
“Yay! It’s going to be so much fun!”
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The club was indeed fun. It was girls night so you got in for free, and guys were buying you and your friends drinks left and right. It didn’t take long for you to start feeling pretty tipsy, but you swore it made your dancing better. You were even surprised to see Barb getting down with a guy that she met, not taking her for a social girlie.
As the night progressed you felt yourself needing to take a little break from the group and their high energy. Your ribs were still store and the ache in your hand was starting to bother you, so you decided to go outside to the smoking area. Maybe you could find one to bum off of someone.
The cool air felt great on your skin, instantly chilling you after being in the stuffy nightclub. You noticed there was quite a few people outside enjoying the fresh air this evening while they smoked. A group of guys that seemed to be looking your way caught your attention.
“Hey,” you say, approaching the group, “Can I bum a smoke off of one of you?”
The guys all look at each other. “Sure,” one of them finally says, handing you over a cigarette. He offers his lighter and you light the end.
“Thanks,” you say, blowing out the smoke. “You guys having fun out here?”
“What was that?” The same guy asks, leaning in.
“I said are you guys having fun out here!”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the music,” the guy says, which was weird because you could hear him just fine. “Can we move over there?”
He gestures to the other side of the smoking area where there’s an alley way and you nod, following the group.
But, as soon as you rounded the corner, you felt something on your sore arm.
“Hey!” You yelped, trying to pull away from the hand that had grabbed you.
The men started chuckling, closing in on you. It felt like everything was going dark as you couldn’t fight back hard enough against them. You braced yourself for whatever was about to happen to you.
But then, the light started to shine again. You opened your eyes and saw the guys flying one by one over the gate and into the alley way. Trying to refocus your vision, you see one person standing with one of the guys held up in the air. You watch as the person punches them so hard they are sent straight into the wall of the other building, out cold when they hit the pavement.
After all the guys are cleared, the figure approaches you. In the light, you’re able to make out the face of…Eddie?
“Are you okay?” He asks in an angry tone.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. How did you--”
“Come on.”
You’re cut off when you’re being hoisted off the ground bridal style. Eddie unlatches the gate behind you, and you notice the iron lock is broken off and laying on the ground.
“Where are we going?” You ask, looking up at him
“Somewhere safe,” is all he says as he carries you through the alley. 
“But my friends--”
“You were almost just attacked and you’re worried about your friends?” He says with a hysterical laugh. “You are a glutton for punishment, you know that.”
“I just don’t want them to think anything happened to me. They might call my dad.”
Eddie stops in his tracks. He lets out a hard sigh and promptly turns around, stepping over one of the guys he tossed in the alley. He opens the gate again and steps inside, placing you down on the ground where you stand on your feet. He stays directly next to you, his eyes still locked on the bodies that lay limo.
“Tell me it’s okay,” he says suddenly.
“What?” You ask, unsure of what he’s trying to say.
He looks at you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly. His eyes are filled with rage and his hands are trembleing. 
“Tell. Me. You’re. Okay.” He punctuates every word.
“Yes, yeah, I’m fine,” you stutter out, hardly able to stand his harsh gaze. “Once again, you’re my hero.”
Eddie pauses for a moment, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Then, he starts to push you backwards, gently until you’re back is up against the side of the wall.
“No,” he says lowly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “I’m not the hero. I’m never going to be the hero.”
He looks at you, eyes red with hunger.
“Maybe I’m the bad guy.”
“No, you’re not the bad guy,” you say looking at him. Your eyes bounce between his eyes and his lips. He’s just close enough that you could just…
You lean forward, and your lips meet. You gasp, finding them to be cold as ice when they touch. But they don’t stay that way long, warming up as he starts to kiss you back.
Your tongues dance with one another, lips smacking as you try to pull him in closer. He’s hard to move, but he eventually gives in, his hands dropping to land on your hips, roughly pinning you against the wall.
“There you are!”
Tammy’s southern drawl calls out your name and you turn your head for a moment to see her. But, when you look back to Eddie, you find that he’s gone.
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“Are you going into work? I thought you weren’t due until later?”
Your father comes out of his bedroom fully dressed in his work uniform, grabbing his hat and placing it on top of his head.
“There was an incident.”
“What happened?” You clicked the remote until the volume of the TV was low enough you could hear better. Your dad grabbed his coat and threw it on before snatching his keys from the bowl next to the door.
“Two hikers were found dead out on the Loch Nora side of the woods. I don’t want you going out with Steve again for a while until we figure out what happened. Understand?” He wagged a finger at you. You normally would joke with him to ease his nerves, but he seemed more serious than usual so you just gave him a nod.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he says before opening the front door. “I don’t know when I’ll be home, so don’t wait up for me for dinner.”
And with that, he left, hastily closing the door behind him. You heard his cruiser peel out of the dirt covered drive way, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Remembering what almost happened to you the other night at the club, it made you wonder what could have happened to you that night if Eddie hadn’t come to save you. 
But, he didn’t want to be called the hero. What did he mean when he said he might be the bad guy? He surely didn’t stick around long enough for you to find out. You’d been thinking about how quickly he was able to get away from you when the girls showed up. How cold his skin was. How hard his body was to move. It seemed like every interaction with him left you with even more questions about him that you needed to get to the bottom of. But how?
The endless thoughts about Eddie ended up being too much for you to handle, so you decided for a change in scenery to get your mind off of him. You found yourself not an hour later in the familiar confines of your work, only this time enjoying the peace that came with the overhead jazz music and subtle workings of Heather and Barb at the Starbucks counter. It’s where you chose to sit, the overwhelming coffee smell comforting to you while you read.
Besides Bob asking you if you could pick up some extra hours, you were totally in your own world. That is until the sudden commotion outside caught your attention. The scene before you made your stomach sink.
It was a whole group of familiar faces looking like they were trying to hold Steve back from entering the establishment. You didn’t like the look in his eyes. It was crazed, like he was pissed about something. Butterflies invaded your stomach at the thought that he was here to look for you and you could have avoided him if you had just decided to stay home on your day off. But even with their group effort, Steve was able to break away from them, pushing the doors open and rushing inside.
You braced yourself as he scanned the store, wishing that you could turn invisible. But, as much as you willed against it, Steve’s eyes still landed on yours. You expected him to start yelling, come storming your way and making a whole scene. But instead the crazed expression left him. You watched as he visibly relaxed, a hand coming to his chest. He did, however, make a beeline toward you.
“You’re okay,” he says, relief in his voice as he stopped just in front of where you sat. 
You look at him confused. “Yeah, of course I’m fine. Are you okay? You looked pretty upset out there.”
“Oh yeah, that,” he said pointing over his shoulder, moving around erratically. “I just…I heard about what happened in the woods and was worried about you.”
“Me? Why?”
“Just, well, ya know, you…you seem like the nature type. Thought maybe you had gone out in the woods and ran into something or…someone.”
You look at Steve as if he had two heads. He was seriously that worked up over you? 
“I do like nature, but I wouldn’t call myself a hiker,” you say with a shrug.
“Noted,” Steve says with a nod. There’s an awkward moment between you where you don’t know what to say. You hadn’t talked to him much since that night when you punched Tommy, and it made for a sour air between you.
“So, you’re not working today?” He finally asks, nodding to your book.
“Nope, I’m off today.”
“So I almost missed you.”
“Almost,” you say, lips tight with a forced smile.
“Why are you here on your day off?”
You placed a bookmark in your book and closed it. “My dad told me about the hikers, too, and it just got me thinking. Didn’t want to be alone out there by myself.
Steve pulls out the chair opposite of you and sits down. 
“Nothing’s going to happen to you. I won’t let that happen.” You’re taken aback by his declaration. How the hell would he keep you safe from the monsters in the woods?
“Thanks,” you say, shifting in your seat. You didn’t notice it before, but his scent was slowly wafting into your nostrils, filling you with a sense of calming. 
“Don’t mention it. So why did you pick here to go to? You could have texted me and I would have gladly come and picked you up.” His mention of texting made you flinch.
“I wanted to read,” you said picking up the book and shaking it for effect.
“Oh, sorry, am I bothering you?”
“No, no, it’s fine. It’s just--it made sense to come to a book store to read, you know? Plus, I haven’t paid for this yet so I can’t leave with it.”
Steve nods, his head, suddenly very curious by the book. He grabs it and flips it around, looking at the cover.
“A Court of Thorns and Roses, huh? What’s it about?”
You blush, “It’s a romance, not something you’d be interested in, Harrington.”
“Hey, I’m not one to knock it before I try it.”
“You say that but you won’t give Eddie a chance?”
You knew you got him there with the way his head dropped dramatically. He let out a deep sigh before looking back up at you. He had a grin plastered on his face that made you feel a certain type of way.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He says, placing the book back down on the table and sliding it your way.
“I just don’t understand it. Between the two of you being so vague, it feels like I’m being left out of something.”
Steve takes your hand in his, the sudden warmth of his touch sending electricity through you. You almost jerk your hand away, but Steve’s grip keeps you in place. “You’ll know soon enough.” His tone has you wanting to question him, but you’re at the point where you know he won’t divulge anything else, so you just keep it at that to keep the peace.
“If you say so,” you say with a sigh, admitting defeat. He chuckles, letting his thumb rub circles into the back of your hand.
“Hey, um, I know you probably have work or whatever, but I was wondering if maybe you had some free time this week? There’s a really nice place in town that I think you would like and--”
“Steve,” you cut him off, pulling your hand away from his. “I don’t know.”
“Come on, it doesn’t have to be anything serious. At least give me a chance to make up the other night to you. It’ll just be you and me, nobody else.”
You ponder on it for a moment. Maybe you’d been unfair after what happened the other night at Loch Nora. It was your own fault that you decided to punch Tommy in the face, so why would you take that out of Steve. He’s a nice guy who obviously has some care for you or else he wouldn’t have taken the time out of his day to check on you.
“Okay, I’ll go,” you finally say. Steve’s face lights up.
“Really, that’s great,” he says with a chuckle. He stands up from his seat and puts his hands on his hips. “Does Friday at 7 work for you then?”
“Yep, I’m off at 4 so that should be enough time for me to get ready.”
“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 7.”
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Another day, another dollar. The store has been unusually quiet all day, besides the ever constant line at the Starbucks that keeps Heather and Barb on their toes. The doors chimes weren’t even on your radar at this point, most of the customers heading straight for the coffee shop. But your lack of customers had you doing mostly mundane tasks for the majority of the day. It’s almost like the universe wanted you to be bored out of your mind today.
“Hi.”
The sudden voice had you dropping the books you were arranging on the table for the new best sellers list for the month. You quickly turn to see two people, a guy and a girl, standing behind you.
“I’m so sorry,” the girl says, bending over to pick up the books you dropped.
“Oh, no you’re fine,” you say as you also bend over.
Quickly, you grab the books and pile them in your arm. As you reach out for one, your hand accidentally lands on top of the girl’s hand. The feeling of cold almost shocks you, and you retract your hand quickly. The girl looks at you for a moment, looking as if she was a deer caught in headlights. 
“Sorry,” you say, holding your hand where it touched.
“I-It’s okay,” she stutters out, handing you the book. You take it from her and add it to your pile.
Clearing your throat, you put on your best customer service face and ask her if she needed help finding anything.
“Yes!” She said clapping her hands together. “I’m looking for books on the occult. Can you help me?
“Sure,” you say, giving her a look over. She couldn’t be more than 16 or 17, with a childish air about her, but here she was asking you about books on the occult.
“They’re this way, in the religious section.” You motion for the two to follow you as you lead them to the back corner section of the store. They follow you, the girl practically skipping all the way across the store. The guy with her seems uninterested in anything going on, sauntering behind her.
“Here they are,” you gesture to the many books on the occult that sit on the shelves. “Looking for anything in particular?”
“Just for something I haven’t read before,” she states simply, eyes scanning the spines of the books in front of her. She goes through them quickly, and you’re astounded that she seems to have supposedly read every book she’s looked over. Standing on her tip toes, she looks over the top shelf, stopping with and “aha” at one of them. You watch as her hand reaches for the book. But for a split moment, it almost looks like the book moved itself, gliding from its spot and into her hand.
“This is one I haven’t seen before.”
“Is it one you want?” The boy asks with a monotone lit.
She looks over the back of the book, eyes quickly moving as she reads the excerpt. After a beat, she nods and brings the book to her chest. The boy sighs, motioning towards the front of the store.
“Do you want to look at the dice?” The girl asks, her head tilting with the question.
“Do you have dice here?” He asks you, almost sounding annoyed.
“We do, over in the board games section. That’s up by the front of the store. Would you like me to show you?”
“No, we’ll find them,” he says, turning to walk away.
“Thank you,” the girl says before following behind her companion.
While the two of them inspect the dice, you walk across the store to get behind the counter when they’re ready. You’re almost there when a frantic wave of the hands catches your attention.
“What’s up?” You say as you approach the coffee counter. Heather and Barb are looking at you with eyes as big as saucers.
“Do you know who that is?” Heather whisper yells, nodding to the other two people in the store. You look back at them for a moment, not really recognizing their faces.
“No. Should I?”
“That’s El and Mike.” The tone of Heather’s voice makes you feel like you should know who they are, but you haven’t got the foggiest idea.
“Okay?” 
“Okay?! That’s your man Eddie’s siblings.”
Now your interest is piqued. You know they’re not blood related from what Heather and Barb have said before, but you can’t help but think about the girl’s icy touch and how much it reminded you of Eddie’s. What’s the likelihood of the both of them having such cold skin?
As you turn to look at them again, you notice that they’re making their way towards the counter. You make a motion to Heather and Barb, putting a pin in the conversation for later.
“Find what you were looking for?” You ask, rounding the counter.
“Yes,” the El says, placing her book on the counter. Mike sets a thing of dice down on the counter wordlessly.
“Great, glad I could help,” you say scanning their items.
There’s a bit of back and forth in your mind about bringing Eddie up to them. He’s probably never talked about you so what if they think it’s weird for you to bring him up? But you could possibly get more information about him from them since they live with him. But why do you need to know so bad? Is it because you haven’t been able to get that kiss out of your head since that night at the club? Were you that desperate to talk to him that you’d be willing to bother his own family?
“So, you guys are Eddie’s siblings, right?”
The two of them a bit taken aback by your question. Mike eventually rolls his eyes, but El seems to light up, nodding her head with delight.
“Yes, we are. You know him?” She asks giddily.
“Yeah, I’ve seen him a few times. Seems like a good guy. Haven’t seen him for a while and was just wondering how he was doing.” You say as nonchalant as possible.
“He is well! We took a trip out of town to see family so that is why he has not been around much. We actually just got back in town this morning.”
“Oh, nice. Where did you go if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Alaska,” she says after a beat, which made you slightly suspicious.
“Wow, that’s really far, the plane ride must take forever,” you say, placing their items in a bag. “That’ll be $14.56.”
Mike reaches into his back pocket and grabs his wallet, pulling out a $20 bill and handing it to you. “It’s really not that bad.” El says, bouncing on her tippy toes as she watches you get the change out. “Should I tell Eddie that you asked about him? Maybe he’ll stop by and see you.” She leans in and gives you a look that you can’t quite read.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to. Don’t want him to think I was worried about him or something.” You laugh, trying to make it seem like not a big deal.
“If you say so,” she says with a shrug.
You hand mike the change and present the bag to them, which El takes with a giggle. She tells you bye, saying your name as she does. It almost throws you off until you remember you have a name tag on. You tell her a quick bye and the two of them on on their way. 
As the door shuts behind them, you can’t help but indulge the two pairs of eyes that you know have been boring holes into you since the beginning of your interaction. Walking over to them, you see Heather and Barb’s looks of anticipation.
“Well, were they weird or what?” Heather asks, leaning over the counter.
“Heather!” Barb says, smacking her side with the towel.
“What! I told you their whole family has a screw loose!”
“They were definitely…odd, for lack of a better term.”
“What did they come in for?” Heather asks, hungry for details.
“Well,” you start, “El wanted a book on the occult and Mike bought a set of dice. I wouldn’t say it’s too weird other than she seems awfully young to want a book like that. “
“Oh, maybe she’s into witchcraft,” Heather says, wiggling her fingers theatrically. 
“Maybe she reads cards,” Barb says, tapping Heather with her hand, “You’ve always wanted to go to a fortune teller.”
“Oh my god, you are so right. Maybe I’ll ask next time they come in.” Heather laughs and Barb joins her.
“You guys are so funny,” you say, rolling your eyes at their antics.
“Did they say anything else?”
“Not really,” you say, not wanting to tell them about the family in Alaska in case that was too personal. “I asked about Eddie, but they said they were out of town which is why he hasn’t been in.”
“I hear they do that a lot,” Barb says.
“Do what? Leave?”
She nods, “Yeah they’re always going out of town for trips or to go hiking or something.”
Your mind immediately went back to those hikers who died and you got a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if they had decided to go for a hike with whatever is out there and had gotten hurt?
“Especially if there’s a break in the weather. Apparently even Dr.Brenner will even take time off and go.”
“Well, I guess that squashes my idea that they’re vampires,” Heather says with a huff. 
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The lowly sound of the TV left a staticy feeling throughout the small cabin. You were zoning out on the couch as reruns played in the background of your endless thoughts. It had been hard to think of anything else besides Eddie and his siblings since your interaction with them that morning, your mind swirling trying to come up with a rational conclusion to the weird behavior.
Grabbing your phone, you open up the search engine and start to look things up. “Cold touch” as you thought about your interactions with Eddie and El. “Super human strength” wen you thought about the way Eddie tossed you at skull rock, or the way he was able to throw those guys around at the club. “Red eyes,” when you thought about how Eddie’s eyes were almost completely red under the street lights that night. 
None of your searches brought up much of anything on their own. You sighed, bringing your phone to your forehead as if it would be able to tell you the answer. But, after a moment, you decided to try searching all the things at once instead of separate. You typed in everything you could think of and hit search, waiting for the results to generate.
And what came up made your skin crawl.
“Real Life Vampires.”
“The Time I Met A Real Life Vampire.”
“Vampires: Do They Walk Amongst Us?”
The results were endless, filled with people’s experiences with what they thought were vampires. None of the sites seemed legit, but you still read through a few of them just to see if what the people said was close to what you had experienced.
And they were.
Your mind was reeling at the revelation. It was all starting to make sense. The lack of eating, the fashion sense, the cold touches, the way he seemed to just appear and disappear. It was all coming together. There was no other explanation that you read that made more sense than this.
A text appearing at the top of your screen took you out of your head for a moment. It was from a number you didn’t recognize. You opened it up immediately and read it.
Unknown: We need to talk.
You: who is this?
A few minutes pass before you get a response back. The name on the screen has your heart skipping a beat.
Unknown: Eddie.
Unknown: Meet me tomorrow so we can talk.
Your hands shook as you texted him back.
You: Ok I’m off at 4. Where should we meet?
A minute passes by. You take the time to add his name in your phone, fighting off the temptation to put a bat emoji next to it.
Eddie: I’ll pick you up.
What should you say? With everything you’d just uncovered, do you really think it’s safe to be alone with him in his car? He wouldn’t be so bold to pick you up at work just to kill you…would he?
You: Ok.
You: See you then.
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thank you for reading!
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dreamweirder · 2 years ago
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I've only just started tears of the kingdom but I already have my favorite snapshot
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biblically-accurate-dca · 1 year ago
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♡ happy valentine's! ♡
( og image under the cut! )
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sincerealev · 6 months ago
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Redraw moment 😦
July 2024 (the one above, of course) vs June 2023
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Guys I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I cooked with this one. I can't help but feel so proud and happy because the improvement this shows my art has had is crazy 😭😭 I'm sorry if this sounds like bragging, but I'm just very proud of myself
Progress pictures underneath 🫶
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royalarchivist · 4 months ago
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Baghera: [To her chat in French] I'm talking really fast so it doesn't get translated, but his voice is incredible, I'm gonna lose it–
Nobody on the QSMP was immune to Fit's voice, but Baghera's reaction to it still makes me laugh a lot (especially because Ramon called her out on it).
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HUGE thank you to @/lmorphos for translating Baghera's comments, I couldn't have made this edit without them. Translators are the backbone of our community, and I really appreciate the help.
[ Full Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]
Fit: This way, my boy.
Baghera: [To her chat, in French] I'm talking really fast so it doesn't get translated, but his voice is incredible, I'm gonna lose it–
Baghera: [In English] Sorry. [She checks the subtitles]
Fit: You remember which one it is, right Ramon? Yup, there you go.
Baghera: [In French] Of course it's written...
Fit: Alright, so then here we have like the television area and like, the sofa...
Baghera: [After a brief pause] Sorry! Ok! It's- it- it- it's real– [Laughs] It's minimalist, but I- I like it!
Fit: And then here's Ramon in front of his house...
Baghera: He seems very polite in this picture.
Fit: Yes [Laughs] Yes, he's very... less-violent in that picture. [...] So, I'll take you to the library– this way. Right, over here, just alley- [...] So this is like the library, it's not finished yet, but we're working on it. Um.
Baghera: Ok, it's really– [Laughs]
Fit: [Laughs] Oh yeah, watch your step, Pomme. Alright.
Baghera: [Gestures at the camera silently]
[...]
Fit: That's not a bad idea! Yeah, we could do that.
Baghera: I dunno! Maybe just cats.
Fit: Oh, maybe. [Laughs] Maybe a cat's– yeah. No dogs, just cats.
Ramon: wait, you like fit voice?
Baghera: Uh, Ramon– Yeah, yeah! He got a really nice voice. You do.
Fit: Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you. Um, Ramon– don't embarrass me. [He accidentally hits Ramon] Hey, no– Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean– I'm not– I did not mean to do that, Ramon! That was an accident, I–
Ramon: [Climbs down the ladder and runs away]
Fit: Ramon! I did not– No, Ramon!
Baghera: [Laughs] Are you ok?
Baghera: [To chat, in French] Damn– you guys are bastards! Ramon is a snitch! Pomme, Ramon is a snitch! I- I don't have problems with snitches, but he's a snitch!
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valdotpng · 2 years ago
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strawberrybyers · 9 months ago
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gathering scenes for a ‘mikeven is over’ montage and so far i have 18 minutes worth of footage 💀 and that’s not even all the proof that they’re over 😭 i’m only using scenes of mike and el interacting with each other or them speaking about one another to someone else.
this is actually so funny oh my god. i can’t wait to finish editing it and post it because seeing scenes that happened in different seasons back to back really puts it into perspective. they’re so over i love winning 🫶
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brasiliangp · 11 months ago
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I had the time of my life with you...
Lewis Hamilton x Mercedes ♡
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fumifooms · 1 year ago
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Marchil crumbs part 5
Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8
The anime has come and since I have my shipping goggles on I am going to notice so much. This part will be less spoilery for anime onlys (tho if you want to see me talk about why I ship them and why they’re complementary this is not a good part to start with haha). Edit: After completing this part I can confirm it’s fully anime-onlys friendly and spoiler-free! For manga veterans though there are still some fun tidbits to be found, some recontextualisations and new extra content.
Holy shit guys they’re mirroring each other in the mural and reaching out to each other AND looking towards each other?!!!! Their pose is so striking and like perfectly align?! Which means it was so intentional and the staff wanted to highlight them (for an aesthetic and/or narrative purpose I’m sure but it happened)! I will never let this go we won so fucking hard let’s goooooo we are so back
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Character foils!! Dynamic duo!!
Soulmates!!
In the opening at 1:16 he looks at her to see if she’s really going to it as the most critical of monster food & muster up courage to dig into it himself lmao… "Marcille doesn’t look too grossed out, she’s picky so this food must be fine then" Aka treating her as a poison taster/good cuisine judge lmao
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Doodle from the animation director (source). I should translate it but I’m procrastinating on it so uh director’s brotp? Anyways they hanging out look at them :]
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Laios is thinking to himself there (he’s the one saying the subs), and in the meantime Marcille and Chilchuck talk, likely figuring out the money situation. Strategizing duo back at it again not wasting a second
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In the beginning of ep 1, when Marcille is rambling about where they could go to get food and what to grab, Chilchuck listens with a big smile & even closes his eyes as they walk. The implication is that he’s thinking about food, but man the scene hits different now that it’s voiced and I remember that indeed Chilchuck is closing his eyes to her voice and enjoying hearing her talk and ramble. I may be too far gone into the marchil pit
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I feel like already they’ve come far from when Chilchuck dreaded being alone with Shuro and Marcille, waiting for the Toudens and Namari to arrive.
Ok this might actually be smth I’m gonna complain about but I feel like blushes have been drawn too vividly so far. Why does Chilchuck look like he’s confessing when he tells her she’s not a burden and he didn’t mean to make her feel that way. It almost comes across as "Woah she cares what I think?" 💀 The banter ensuing is of course also great
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Ep 2 was an episode centered on them both that had the "Magic/Traps are my domain, don’t interfere!" parallel… And now with ep 3 we’re back to them being haters together. That’s her emotional support man
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In ep 4, it doesn’t show well with a screenshot but when Senshi talks about his unmanned vegetable stand with a treasure chest, while in the manga Marcille and Chilchuck both think the same thing, "That’s why that treasure chest akways had money in it…", but in the anime instead they literally finish each other’s thought. Talk about being on the same wavelength.
Ep 5 is a marchil goldmine actually, it showcases perfectly how much of a package deal they are lol. Always sticking close to each other. Glancing at each other during meals… They literally nod at each other before they try a bite to steel themselves. They exchange a serious thoughtful glance when Laios talks about Falin truly being gone atm. They argue a bit but they go right back to sitting right next to each other after the meal <3 My god I can’t deal with them they are so…… "Hate this bitch, not my friend" 3 secs later "Heyy bestie!!" Also he’s worried he brought her mood down after mentioning Falin. Made a post about ep 5 collecting even more screenshots.
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Episode 6 my hero my beloved… Again I made a post about the ep collecting all my screenshots here, and even a clip! But this IS the marchil crumbs masterpost thus I must collect the major ones here as well. First of all, fun staff drawings for the first screening!
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I already posted a screenshot from the trailer of when Chil had his head on his knees sitting next to her, but after seeing episode 5 I think it’s a fun and interesting trend to notice that they sit next to each other way unnecessarily close wow. They continue to banter a ton, she continues to be very casual with touch, and they’re really cute! I love just how much Marcille blushed damn- It’s really cute too when you remember with the bicorn chapter that Chilchuck teases Marcille BECAUSE he enjoys getting a rise out of her, flustering her and seeing her reactions. I support the teasing -> laughing because her reaction is over the top all-Chilchuck economy. Also she apologizes for having let him go alone and be gone for so long by helping him with sewing his cowl… Cuties
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She looked so happy when he opened up about his age!… And then seemed… Disappointed? When he "truly was just a kid". "So you really are a kid! How boring…" This implies that her intent was to tease him for funsies… Ok lads we reached 30 pics see you next post, I’m gonna cover the "wake up clumsy head" manga-anime differences and we’re gonna go back to our usual spoilers yummy schedule.
Here’s Marcille cosplaying as a succubus in the newest Daydream Hour… She may not be a half-foot or have deep-set eyes but let’s be real I think he’d explode
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part 6 here!!
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theygender · 8 days ago
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I wish cats were like dogs where you could take them to a cat park or kitty daycare or on a playdate and let them run around with other hyper energetic kittens for several hours and then you bring them back home and they're so played out that they're just chill the rest of the day. Astrid is in her preteen phase now and she has the most violent destructive zoomies of any cat I've ever seen. Our older male cat can't keep up with her when she really wants to play and neither can we. I just played with her until she flopped from exhaustion TWICE a few hours ago and she's already jetting around at near light speed knocking shit off every horizontal surface and doing kickflips off of us with her claws out again
#😭#i love her but shes killing me#shes also started trying to shred every piece of paper she sees including tissues and toilet paper and etc#shes been knocking over all our small trashcans and pulling the bags out to climb inside of them#(she loves climbing inside plastic bags and its terrifying)#and shredding all the tissues that were previously in those bags in the process#she pulled the toilet paper off the roll the other day. shes been attacking our rugs and dragging them around the floor#today after i thwarted her from getting into shit on trixies desk several times#she discovered that shes big enough to jump onto the high shelf on TOP of trixies desk and knocked over a little cactus#dirt all over the carpet. cactus destroyed. (luckily she seems fine tho)#i KNOW shes acting up bc she needs to play more but man how are we supposed to keep up with this 😭#she has the energy of a thousand lesser kittens#like literally ive raised dozens of kittens throughout my life. some i even bottle raised from newborns#and i swear i have NEVER had one that's as rambunctious as she is#there's only one that even comes CLOSE and astrid still totally eclipses her#astrid could run LAPS around lizard. probably literally#rambling#(disclaimer the stuff i said about dogs is mainly from my experience pet sitting my regular clients high energy big dogs#i mainly had low-mid energy small dogs growing up so i never really had to worry about this before lol)#edit: i forgot this is actually the second plant she's knocked off a shelf and destroyed the last couple weeks#first one was luckily over hard floor and not carpet tho#edit 2: specified older male cat above only bc our older female cat won't even try#she's terrorized by astrids zoomies more than we are#edit 3: forgot to mention wrt the tissue thing that while i was gone for literally One Hour the other day#she tore all the tissues out of a tissue box and then got her head stuck in there 😭#my gf came home to find shredded tissues all over the place and astrid banging around the apartment trying to get the box off her head#this child WORRIES ME
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coffeebanana · 1 month ago
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i am back to being haunted by the deadlines
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seraphic-sibyl · 3 months ago
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I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been
#us elections#us politics#election 2024#i talked to an older friend today and he helped a lot#being with people helps#reminding myself that people care helps#47.5% of people in the usa care#which is a minority but at least it's close enough of a minority to a coin flip that i can always find good people#i am trying to be positive and not live out these last two months of peace in despair#being alone hurts more and i spent too much time today doomscrolling but i need some time to prepare for what i might see in the future#i do not want to make plans i do not want to make plans i should not NEED TO HAVE PLANS FOR A PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION#when i was 15 i had a whole plan for a novel i wanted to write. it was a whole carpe diem/memento mori about living life before it's over#it was going to be a good book. but now i'm not sure i believe in what i am saying enough to write it.#and i am not sure if it would be what the world needs.#but it would have been a good book. it would have been an amazing book and i didn't want to start because i didn't know how#and i wanted to wait until i had more writing and life experience to do it justice#and now i just don't have the OPTIMISM to do it justice and now it may never be written#moral of the story is write the thing NOW edit later make the thing now while you are still passionate about it existing#contrary to the contents of this post i am actually doing much better than i was this morning.#today an irl friend held my hand as i cried under a couch and an online friend reached out to make sure i am okay and i am not alone.#a lot of it is cold comfort. but at least i am regaining some faith in humanity. not all of it. i will never again have all of it.#but i will have enough.#i am a little more afraid of dying young than i was this morning and that is good. that is good.#i am not the only one who has lived through a historical event.#i will do a lot more tiredposting in the near future#especially as inauguration day comes up#but for now in the tags i feel at least a little better.#seraph rambles#seraph originals#side note: the content of the actual post is reminding me of otherkin back in like the 2010s lol remember when that was a thing on tumblr
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