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0x-jelly-beans-x0 · 3 years ago

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!!!Two idiots in love!!!

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Chapter 5 /?

Word count: 1605

Warning: hurt no comfort for some but hurt/ comfort for others, idiocy, jeaulosy , toxic tendencies, trans positivity

The next day, Ryoma approaches you and tells you:

Hey Puka, what are you doing bro?-

You look at him scared and he looks at you even more confused and says:

What? You already adapted to my voice and you go by He/ Him pronouns.

Yeah , I know but I didn't expect to be taken seriously.. I´m not used to it.- you tell him awkwardly

Hm…It´s ok, my dude- he secretly smiles at you and uplifts you

You smile at him and start to head bopping side by side from pure joy

Thanks.-

He looks aside so he can contain himself of how cute your head bop is.So he closes his eyes and smiles back at you. You just flapped your arms in excitement and he opens your and sees your excitement, he gets so overwhelmed and confused that he just asks:

Why are you even happier ,bro?-

You are smiling ,bro- You tell him excited

I'm not smiling….I'm just….high- He tries to make excuses.

You immediately stop flapping your arms and look at him worried and ask:

You´re not floating…How are you high???-

….. I consumed weed , Puka- he tells containing his laughter and exhaustion

Oh.. So you´re in a silly goofy mood. Just say that.- You tell him indifferent

He hides his face to contain his laughter and tells you:

Ok, bro -

A tall slim boy around 1,80 m with tan brownish skin , short wavy black hair , freckles in all his body and green eyes, approaches both of you and fist bumps Ryoma and you. You look at him confused but Ryoma treats him like he had known him for years and their conversation was simple:

Hey! Sup Ryoma , how are you doing?- this boy ask him

Sup Hiroto ,I´m good and you?- Ryoma asks calmly

I'm great so are you gonna present to me your girl? - He asks Ryoma with a goofy smile

Oh! First, he is not a girl but a guy and second, we are not dating..- Ryoma corrects him.

Sorry then, my name Hiroto Kenji - Hiroto presents himself.

He is one of my friends, I have known him since the beginning of middle school , he is the best player in the filled and also the captain, - Ryoma presents to him to you enthusiastically

Cool! I´m aahh…. Kapuka. I still didn't decide what name to use for now, so please just use my last name.- You explain it awkwardly

Ok then, Kapuka. So since you´re single and a really pretty guy, how about we go get some coffee later?-

Ryoma looked at Hiroto with a death stare yet he doesn't know why he felt this way. You look at Ryoma even more confused than him, since none of you are dating and he seemed to admire the captain but right now it seems that he wants to kill him in any way shape or form.

You make your decision and say:

You're really pretty too but I'm not interested in you that way.-

Ryoma seemed more relieved until you said:

We can still get a coffee together tho , just as friends.-

It seems reasonable to me.- Hiroto tells you kinda happy while Ryoma feels immense rage and jealousy inside making him question why he is like this.

You and Hiroto exchange your numbers and Ryoma looks at you a bit betrayed but more confused than betrayed , Hiroto says:

See you later, Kapuka. Also Ryoma , I just remembered that we have a tournament for this Saturday and I came here to take you to the tennis club.-

Hm. I will go right now but please go ahead…- Ryoma tells him in an unnaturally cold way and looks at you even more confused than before.

Ok….? See you then. - Hiroto goes ahead exiting this kinda tense moment.

Ryo… Do you want to talk about it?- you question him worriedly.

No..I….I just need to go. See ya, Puka.- He speeds up ahead.

He just starts to walk quickly and you look at him worried. When Hiroto and Ryoma enter the Tennis club, Ryoma tries everything to avoid him at all costs. Hiroto already knew why he was angry at him but understood that he was still struggling about his feeling so he brings some two rackets and say to Ryoma:

Ryoma, let's have a training match like the old times?-

…No - He just didn't look at him and just closed his fist.-

Why? Is it because of him?.. - Hiroto looks at Ryoma faking a innocent look

I don't know why you're angry at me?… He said no but you´re still mad? That's pathetic, you know?...- Hiroto looks at Ryoma with a smug smile

Having that fucking match ,will make you shut the fuck up?- Ryoma looks at him, like he is ready to kill him.

Yep! Very much! - he proudly and smugly affirms it.

So let's have this shitty match, then. I will serve…- He grabs one of the rackets and takes a tennis ball.

They go to the tennis court , Hiroto positions himself on his side of the court, Ryoma prepares himself to serve , he looks at the ball then Hiroto. Hiroto looked at him smugly infuriating him so much when he serviced the ball, the ball went flying directly to Hiroto´s face.But Hiroto catches it with his hand in the last second, he looks closely to his hand and notices that it is red due to the impact, he smiles kinda proudly and say:

At least, you didn't get any weaker.. but I will serve this time.-

Hiroto serves it and Ryoma attacks with the same strength as his last serve, Hiroto counterattacks and they continue their game with such speed and strength that was almost impossible to know where the ball was; Ryoma was getting angrier for not being able to even mark a point but Hiroto was getting excited due to ryoma´s consistent speed and strength and says:

All of this ANGER just because of a GUY? A TRANS GUY??? AND FOR WHAT? He is just your friend AND YOU SAID IT YOURSELF!!!…-

After that phrase , Ryoma just started to get faster in his attacks and quicker in his steps making even harder to Hiroto to even track him,reuniting the colleagues of the club just to assist ; Hiroto full of adrenaline finalizes his speech saying:

And you will always be his friend, you little coward. Maybe if the date goes well we could_-

Ryoma makes his final blow and screams:

SHUT UUUUUUUPPPP!!!!-

His scream was so loud that took everyone, even Hiroto, off guard and won his first point. Hiroto collapses on the court and starts laughing about his lost and calmly says:

I missed you , Buddy…-

What?... What are you talking about?- Ryoma looks at him confused.

Your energy, intensity and especially…you being here…. You have passed the last weeks with he_..him, I just missed you- Hiroto confesses to Ryoma.

So you're saying… that you provoked and asked out my ahh…”friend” just we could have this match?- Ryoma says it trying to understand his process

Yes…but also no. I just noticed that you have been really distant lately ever since Kapuka appeared, you even changed your mannerisms, you started to smile more , be around him more than me, going to the tennis club less then before and when I saw that he kissed you in the cheek when I was passing by …I just… wanted my friend back…- Hiroto tries to reach Ryoma´s hand but Ryoma takes his hand out of Hiroto´s reach.

So you got jealous of Kapuka, because he made me happier…so you provoked me and tried to go on a date with him. And you kinda succeed so you could get my attention?...YOU KNOW HOW FUCKED UP YOUR MIND PROCESS IS ???- Ryoma looks at him with disgust

Hiroto recoils and tries to hides his face; Ryoma looks at angry and exhausted and says:

I don't care if Kapuka goes out with you or not anymore…Just don't come near me.-

Ryoma gives the racket to Hiroto and finalizes:

I will only go to the tournament due to needing me so we can still be qualified but I keep what I said..So don't test me like this again or you will find out….-

Ryoma exits the tennis club, Hiroto looks down on the floor and the colleagues of the clubs feel confused and not knowing what to do or what to agree…

You appear close to the exit of the tennis club, Ryoma slowly make a small smile when he sees you , you open your arms in direction of Ryoma but Ryoma takes a step back and says:

You know that I´m sweaty right?-

I know and I don't care- you reply to him ,happy to see him.

Ryoma opens his arms and you pick him up, hug him tightly and even make a small spin; Ryoma gets a bit overstimulated and say:

Ok , that 's enough.-

You put him down and ask him:

How was it? Will you participate in the tournament?-

..It was ok. And I will participate in the tournament, but will you go out with Hiroto?- Ryoma asks you

I'm not sure, but I will go see you in the tournament maybe even wear the school merch.- You tell him happily

..Please don´t.- Ryoma tells you kind of ashamed

You cannot stop me, Ryo~- You tell him smugly

Ok, just do what you want to do also thanks for being by my side- Ryoma finalizes it

You´re welcome but you don´t need to say it..- You finalizes it.

#danganronpa ryoma #ryoma x reader #ryoma hoshi #ryoma danganronpa #ryoma hoshi x reader #danganronpa v3 #black reader

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trashbinbackyard · 3 years ago

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any dnd pc you like + trias?

yee

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

She's just Trias, she got off easy, could've been worse

Kyriakos Petrovic, it's an ok name, a little mouthful for new people but he likes it

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

The scars on her cheeks marking her an outcast. The visor covering her eyes

His height, the bags under his eyes

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

She's more energetic around people, alone she's mostly just laying on the floor vibing. WIth people she's basically bouncing off the walls

In large groups of people he's pretty quiet unless he deems his input is necessary. He likes his alone time a lot

4. How do they act around a crush?

Silly Billy mode, crack jokes, laugh louder, try to impress the crush

He's very forthcoming, he's no kid and if he's interested he will let the subject know, get physically closer and talk more freely with them

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

She has tha One Type of smile that at least will immediately recognize as the "I'm fibbing" smile

His voice is pretty monotone to begin with, so if his intonation changes chances are he's leaving something out, he doesn't outright lie but it's called lying by omission

6. What do they smell like?

Deodorant, gunmetal, arctic ice, sports (every flavour of axe)

Salt and pine, tobacco if he's had a particularly rough night

7. What is their hair texture like?

Silky like all terenlasi, gentle waves

Used to be rough from all the mullet styling, now it's more smooth, when it's short there's a slight curl to it but as it grows longer it straightens

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

None, those are a hazard

Just his wedding ring and a necklace of the path of light symbol

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

"oops"

no words, just a heavy sigh

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

I mean the whole Trias is a weird quality. She has some quirks she's picked up in her formative years, like having a knife everywhere, sitting always facing the exit

His ears twitch when he's deep in thought and furrowing his brows. He's also an incurable manspreader bc he used to be the cool punk dude who owned every room he walked into and he never quite unlearned that

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

Anything, but I associate neon green with her

Dark blue

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

Be goofy together, be physically close, continue doing stunts to impress the other

Small touches, helping to take of the armor, just sitting together quietly (he misses his battle husband very much)

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Kinda hard to see where she is looking with the visor and all black eyes tbh, but she is making pretty intense eye contact, with all four eyes

He does maintain an eye contact when talking one on one, if addressing a group his gaze will dart all across

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

Growing up didnt really have a family other than trainers and fellow assassin preschoolers, got some weird and fucked up ideas bout the world from there that did permanent harm to her psyche (she might unpack all of that sometime and completely break down bc she never had a family like everyone else)

Hardworking, proud, looking out for the people who dont have noble birthright etc, he was just some farmtown boy once

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

The greatest flaw is that she struggles to take things seriously until it becomes too late. The greatest strength that once she does take things seriously shes very passionate

Related strengths and flaws would be his experience, in his 160+ years he's seen the best and worst, met all kinds of people and gained so much knowledge. But at the same time that time has forced him to let go of things he wouldn't have wanted and all that causes a deep sadness in him

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

"wym you didn't have a dagger at age 5". She has a bit wonky sense of reality and is only good at few things

Grew up in a farming town, not the poorest, but not the richest by far, his parents were modest and hardworking folk. He was very much expected to stay in the village and find a job after school but he was So Smart he got into the best magic school on the continent. While he fared better than his peers back home he never forgot where he came from

#ayy #trias is always fun #chaos woman #would love to see her in agony :)#space shitstorm #dnd #and ayy sad gay wizard #is there any other type of wizard #he met his husband during the war so not all was bad #his name was malik and they loved each other Sooooo Much #and then kyriakos pissed off a commanding officer who sent malik to his death and kyriakos had to be discharged bc he was active danger to #other and himself #a very much achilles/patroclus situation #kyriakos used to be the smartest AND hottest guy in the room #he has toned it down a bit #but some of his body language still indicate so

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wildfl0wer-meg · 4 years ago

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General 42 prompt? With Michael or Calum

Honestly contemplating making this into a lil series.

warnings: alcohol, single mom!reader, and cuteness

Michael Clifford x single mom!reader

General 42: are you flirting with me?

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When your friends took your phone and downloaded Tinder it became a silly game you played when you were bored. Swiping left on almost every profile and sending screenshots to your friends of the most ridiculous bios.

You weren’t expecting to be getting ready for a date after talking to a guy on the app. He seemed too good to be real and therefore you weren’t getting your hopes up, Michael Clifford sounded like a fake name. He was beautiful though, and he had dogs which made you instantly wonder if he would be willing to put up with your having a six year old.

You’d talked for a few hours when you first brought your son up. Mentioning that you were a single mom and the biological dad was in and out of the picture. You made it clear you weren’t looking for someone to be a father to your son, but someone that would love him as well as you.

Michael said that he loves kids, and instantly said that it wasn’t a deal breaker. He was perfect, and so you decided to meet up.

“Do I look okay?” You walk out of your room and into the living room. Your best friend Mia sits on the couch with your son Landen.

“Girl!” Mia squeals, “you look so hot!” You roll your eyes at her, turning to the mirror in the hallway, you weren’t in anything exciting, black jeans, a gray sweater, and some Doc Martin boots, but you felt good in it.

“You look pretty, mama!” Landen smiles and you melt looking at him, all you want is for him to be happy, and while you know that if it does work out with Michael you won’t be introducing them for a while; you’ll be mentally testing Michael the entire time to make sure he won’t hurt your baby.

“Thank you baby,” looking at your phone you sigh, “I have to go, be good for aunt Mia, yeah?” You hug the blonde haired boy, planting a kiss on his forehead before waving bye to Mia and hurrying out the door to your car.

You had your son at eighteen, and since then you’d been to very few events, so when Michael mentioned there being a pizza and alcohol themed festival happening that you could go to, you instantly accepted.

Michael Clifford: I’ll wait for you by the giant blow up slice of pizza (you can’t miss it) I’m the dude in the red flannel.

As you pull up you read the message, smiling at it before sending a quick, I’m here, text back.

Walking up you realize that he was right, the blow up pizza had to be ten feet tall, a weird face on it and there was a bunch of people gathered around it, but standing off to the side you make eye contact with a man in a red flannel.

Blonde hair sticks out of a black hat that he wears backwards. You blush when you see that he’s holding a single red rose and he notices you as soon as you notice him, a smile making its way across his lips.

“Hi,” you smile as you get close to him, taking in that he is a real person.

“Hey,” he smiles back, holding out the flower, “I didn’t want to get anything big that you’d have to carry around so I hope you’re not offended by just one,” you take it, twirling the thornless stem between your fingers.

“Of course not, I really wasn’t expecting anything. It’s beautiful,” taking a sniff you smile at the sweet smell before looking at him, being mesmerized by his looks.

“You hungry?” He asks simply and with a nod you’re following him to one of the pizza stands.

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You end up with a large margherita pizza, and Michael sips on a beer as you drink a fruity cocktail that the bartender promised that you’d love.

You talk about your lives, especially after Michael got stopped by a teenage girl for a picture. “I’m in a band, we’ve gotten pretty popular I guess,” you were amazed by how humble he remained despite a girl literally telling him how much she loved him.

You google the band once you’re sat down, laughing when you realize that they sing She Looks so Perfect... aka the underwear song.

“We were so young! You can’t think of that as being my best work!” Michael laughs quickly swiping away from the song and clicking on the album titled Youngblood.

“You have to recognize some of these songs,” he says and you do, and are still in shock that you’re sitting with someone in a world famous band.

The shock decrease as the night goes on. You both watch the performances that are put on, eat too much pizza, drink enough alcohol to make you both a little tipsy, and as the night winds down you find yourself sitting in the grass with him.

“So you have a kid?” He smiles and you nod your head.

“Landen, he’s six,” Michael smiles as you show him your lock screen, the blue eyed boy staring at him. “It’s okay if kids aren’t a thing for you, I mean you don’t even have to be in his life at all if you don’t want to.”

“He’s cute,” Michael smiles, “I can’t wait to meet him someday,” his words make you blush, one day, it’s promising and you smile.

“Did you know that you’re adorable when you blush?” You look at him still blushing and he chuckles, hand reaching out to touch your warm cheeks.

“Are you flirting with me?” You ask and Michael smirks scooting closer to you.

“Isn’t that the point of me taking you on this date?” Your eyes flash from his eyes down to his lips and your mouth goes dry. He bites his lip eyes flashing down to your lips as well before he leans in.

The kiss is soft but it lingers for a moment, you both just learning each other. Your hand finds its way to the back of his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair as his thumb softly brushes your cheek a couple of times.

When you finally pull away a goofy grin is plastered on both of your faces, Michael is the first one to speak up.

“I can almost guarantee that you’re going to have to put up with my flirting for a long time,”

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Um I love this? Does anyone want to suggest a part 2? I might make this actually into a little drabble series. single mom!reader x Michael.

Masterlist

#5sos #michael clifford #Michael Clifford fic #Michael Clifford x reader #single mom!reader #5 seconds of summer #fluff #wildfl0wer meg writes

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halo-jpeg · 4 years ago

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Bearable | A Reddie Fanfiction

Read it from the beginning

Chapter 8

WARNING. HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Richie watched as the sun sank steadily towards the horizon, lighting the sky red, orange, yellow, begging the clock to tick just a bit quicker so he could be free from his job. Britney and Mason, douchebag 1 and douchebag 2, were chattering away like hormone-driven starlings right behind him rather than wiping down the counters like they probably should have been. It was 30 minutes until his shift was up and the flow of customers had more than ebbed by now. Normally, Richie wouldn't want his shift to ever end; normally meant he had Bev or Ben at his side to keep him from drowning himself in the backroom sink. Tonight, neither were here, so he was stuck with the two preppy assholes he was so desperately trying to tune out. On any other occasion the music leaking from the tinny speakers would have been enough to get him through the day, but tonight things were different and the radio was instead tuned to bark out the score of some sports game Richie couldn't care less about but had the one or two patrons (who were already served and seated) tilting one ears towards the sound in interest. If given the chance Richie would have been just fine talking with Britney and Mason; he didn't like them, not really, but his big mouth was begging to run after almost a straight 45 minutes of near-silence and professionalism, and the problem was that they didn't seem too fond of talking to him.

And so, Richie simply stood. And waited. And grew more and more bored out of his mind. His fingers began to drum against his chin which was rested on the palm of his left hand which was- in turn- propped up by his elbow on the slightly-sticky surface of the counter. He fought the urge to tap his foot and he fought the urge to hum or dance or bop his head all because he didn't think he could stand knowing the other two would judge him for it. Judgement wasn't often something that bothered him but the memories of last night's talk with Beverly kept trying to pop up into his brain. Yes, that was another reason he was desperate for something to do- Richie just couldn't stop thinking about that talk. The door to the cafe popped open and, golly, it was Richie's lucky day- in stepped one bite-sized brunette with a tentative scowl on his face full of freckles. Just like that, Richie perked up again, his smile splitting his face right in two and his stomach beginning a circus performance consisting of backflips and pirouettes.

"Well, wouldja lookit that!" Snapping his fingers, Richie leaned forwards and across the counter to greet Eddie with his bright eyes, "Spaghetti-man, welcome! Just in time, I was tempted to throw myself into one of the ovens!" Eddie's scowl vanished and instead came a confused little grin that looked pretty goofy and melted away the last of any problems the world had to face.

"Christ, Rich, that's a little dramatic," Eddie pulled up to the counter and began to say something else but, well, Richie was a little distracted taking in the sight of him alone. It had been nearly 24 hours since they'd interacted and, after his little talk with Bev, Richie couldn't really get Eddie out of his mind. Fitted in a fluffy coral-toned knitted sweater and a pair of black jeans, he was looking adorable. Imagining Eddie with some accessory like a bracelet or black nails was even cuter- suddenly, Richie felt very much like Bev said she did whenever she went digging through his wardrobe. Eddie quirked a brow and snapped Richie right out of his thoughts.

"Sorry? What was that? My head's still a lil' out of it tonight," He straightened his back, blinking his scattered thoughts away and cracking his knuckles as if he were being thrown into a cage match, "Can I get you something to drink? To eat? A seat at the bar, maybe? I could use someone to talk to, I feel like I'm going crazy around here," As he said 'crazy' Richie spun a finger around his temple, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I actually just came by to say hello, since... y'know. The party and... and all that shit. We had a deal, didn't we?" Eddie took up Richie's offer for a barstool, leaping up onto it and folding his hands on the counter. He glared down at the tabletop as he spoke, bashful. It warmed Richie's heart and he smiled even wider, clasping his hands and holding them up to the side of his face; his eyelashes battered wildly and then he was the Southern Belle.

"Well, my oh my, ain't you a doll? Stoppin' by just to get a glance at lil' ole' me?" With another roll of his eyes (that seemed to be an Eddie Kaspbrak trademark) Eddie finally looked up again and rested his cheek on one hand.

"I regret it now, Trashmouth. You're gonna make my ears bleed." Laughing, Richie spun on his heel, briefly catching Britney and Mason's gazes and then went straight for the cups to whip up a signature drink for his friend, even if it was against company policy both to create anything original and to give out anything without it being paid for. Who gives a shit, Richie thinks to himself, and gets right to it.

"How's a mocha sound, Eddie Spaghetti?"

"It's- It's fine, but how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Especially not with, like-" Eddie didn't need to finish his sentence, nor did Richie have to actually see him to know he was passing discreet glances at the two coworkers most likely listening in. Eddie was embarrassed about his silly little nickname. Challenge accepted- Richie had plenty of those. Flipping switches, tapping buttons, spinning around the kitchen with practiced ease, Richie pumped out a perfect dark chocolate mocha with steamed vanilla milk and caramel sauce drizzled artistically across the mountain of whipped cream on the top. It was a masterpiece- no surprise there.

"And here you are, Eduardo." the cup was set down and Eddie gave Richie an awkward, thankful smile. "Enjoy it- and here, dip one of these in it," Sliding open one side of the bakery treats display case Richie pulled out a slice of banana bread, "It's fantastic. Like, seriously, Eds. Ten out of fucking ten."

"When did your shift start today? I didn't know you worked," Eddie's cheeks flushed a soft red thanks to his own curiosity and he hid it with a sip from his drink. Richie shrugged,

"Nine. I was exhausted. Had to steal a coffee or two throughout the course of the day like the rebel I am." Richie reached up, popping the collar of today's brightly coloured shirt (pink, blue, yellow, purple, an amalgamation of triangles and circles and squares) and hunching his shoulders in, grimacing dramatically and sauntering back and forth like a biker dude who smoked a pack of cigarettes a day and loved the road more than anything else, "I run 'gainst the law, dawg," Eddie cracked a toothy smile and let out a dancing chuckle, "I rob gas 'tations and pick pockets for a livin'," Richie reached a hand up and began to fuss with his hair in an attempt to transform it into an impromptu mullet. Bringing the attention towards his curls Eddie's face screwed up but his smile still lingered.

"You need a fuckin' haircut, dude, like- wow. It's like a whole mop, Richie," And then Eddie's eyes grew wide and he recoiled, "Did you make my drink with that mane exposed? What if- what if you got your stupid hair in it? You know you're committing a guideline 37 health code violation? It's literally against the law not to wear a hair net, you know. And did you wash your hands?" Richie flipped his collar back down as Eddie spoke, letting out a huff and stumbling over to the sink to jam his hands under the faucet. "I heard people's hands carry up to almost five million different kinds of bacteria. You'd better not be putting that into people's-" Richie's hands now soaking wet, he lifted them and flicked them violently in Eddie's direction. The shorter boy cut himself off and let out a startled cry as he was assaulted by these droplets of water, half-jumping-half-falling out of his chair to scramble out of range. "You asshole! This sweater is a gift from my mom you know, and it could get damaged or-" Someone in the shop barked out a hissing 'shhh!' and Eddie went silent, his face bright red.

"The patrons request silence, my lo- friend, jeezly-crow," Richie dried his hands on the towel just near the sink, acting like he hadn't almost called Eddie 'my love' (he only didn't say it because of his coworkers and Eddie's pride) and returned to standing across from him. As soon as he was near enough Eddie delivered a half-assed punch to his forearm that was more teasing than actually harmful.

"That was quite the show," Britney, for once in her life, regarded Richie with a glitter of amusement in her eyes, and then glanced over at Eddie who was now smiling sheepishly and clearly dreading meeting a new person. Britney stuck out a hand, "Nice to meet you... Eduardo, was it?"

"Ah- Eddie, actually, my name is Eddie- Richie is just... just stupid sometimes, sorry," Rapidly, Eddie wiped his hands on the front of his shirt and took Britney's hesitantly within his own. Only Richie noticed the way his brows flicked a little closer together- Eddie was uncomfortable. That much was obvious.

"It's part of my charm, isn't-"

"Oh my God, I know, right? He's such a goofball!" With a horribly dopey grin, Britney pushed at Richie's shoulder and let out a high-pitched titter, "Imagine having to work with him every day!" Both boys let out an awkward chuckle, sharing a glance that said a multitude of different things; Who the hell is this chick? and Well she's just a little rude. and Can she maybe leave us alone? and many, many other things as well. "So, Eds- can I call you that?-" Britney didn't give him a chance to protest even though he wanted to, "How long have you and Richard been friends? How'd you meet him?" Britney leaned in just beside Richie, basically elbow to elbow as she crossed her arms and leaned into them to- oh- everything clicks together just like that, just as Britney uses her arms to push her chest higher. She was trying (and, well, failing, frankly) to flirt with Eddie. It seems that the asthmatic has yet to notice.

"Well, I... Not long, we just met a little over a week ago, I guess. It's actually kind of funny we-"

"Only a week?" Britney batted her lashes and Richie debated on telling her that her interrupting was not a good flirting technique, "But you two seem so close already! Gosh, I'd have guessed you two were high school friends at least!"

"Nope," Richie interjected before she could continue, "Just new friends. He's great, I'm great- that makes double great- Anyhow, Britney, we should let him enjoy his drink shouldn't-"

"Quite the mouth on him, huh?" Somehow, impossibly, Richie had failed to get her attention. Demanding all eyes on him was his specialty, but it was as if Britney had garnered some sort of tunnel vision, like a race horse with blinders perched on either side of it's head. Flirt racing. Place your bets. Richie felt a flame of jealousy and immediately squashed it down, feeling like some bitchy schoolgirl. "Chatter chatter chatter, all day long. How do you deal with it?"

"I don't, usually," Eddie was fiddling with the hem of one sleeve, his cheeks puffed out lightly in irritation. Who knew one man could have so much patience. "I... Well, I kind of like the chatter, actually. My own thoughts race so fast, it's cool to finally have someone who can keep up with them." Shrugging, Eddie turns to Richie and opens his mouth to speak, but, what a surprise, Britney beats him to it.

"I'm sure I could keep up with them, hon, if you gave me the chance," Britney let one eye fall down in a wink and Eddie gaped, frozen. His face drained of colour, a ghastly white that highlighted each and every one of his freckles- then it flooded red and he gripped the sides of the counter, looking at Richie again but this time as a silent plea, a save me oh my God- "What's your number?" She smiled, her rose red lips curling up in a way that could only be described as evil, "Or I can give you mine. I'd like to get to know you better." One part of Richie wanted to let this play out just because it was such a wonderful opportunity to watch Eddie flounder. The other part, the moral part, was screaming at him to intervene.

"Oh- I, I uh- I'm so-sorry I don't-" Eddie's tongue was tied. He swallowed hard and shook his head, his breath beginning to come in hitches, "I- I'm not interested I'm s-sorry if you got the- the wrong idea or-"

"Oh, come on, pretty please?" Britney leaned in closer and Eddie leaned away. "With a cherry on top? I promise it'll be fun-"

"Fuck off, Brit, he said no," Richie tried to keep his tone level, knowing that if he didn't his jealousy would show, but it seems he wasn't firm enough and that Britney didn't quite get the message. Eddie was still shaking his head, patting at his pockets as if searching for something, something to get him out of this more than awkward situation and turning up empty handed.

"We can maybe go to dinner tomorrow night or something like that, I'm a pretty fun girl when you get to-"

"Britney, that's enough!" Slamming one hand down on the countertop and raising his voice, all eyes turned to him- even those of the patrons, though this time no one hissed out a shush. After a beat of silence, Richie continued with a calmer tone, "You're clearly making him uncomfortable, I think you should just get to wiping down the counters or something so we can start closing up," Someone behind Richie scoffed; Mason. His other coworker. Rounding on him, Richie crossed his arms, trying to look somewhat intimidating in the face of this super-jock. "What's your problem, huh?"

"Well, I just think your little friend there's really makin' a mistake," Mason shifted his weight onto one foot, peering around Richie and staring the poor flustered Eds straight in the eye, "She really is a great chick, and... Well, you look like you could use a ride like her." Eddie's jaw dropped and his face went redder. He looked as if he were about to pass out, and Richie was stunned all the same.

"Jesus Christ, man, you can't just say that! What the hell's wrong with you?" Richie took a step forwards, glaring even harder but Mason wasn't deterred, wasn't afraid, was still dead set on either picking on Eddie or maybe actually attempting to give some sort of skewed advice.

"She'll do nearly anything you want if you ask nice," Britney was smiling though she looked a little stunned herself by this show of boldness, "And it seems she likes you, too. You're her type- short, thin, kinda... well, kinda girly to be honest," Eddie stared down at the tabletop, fighting to control his erratic breathing and seeming to have given up on patting his pockets for- oh shit, his inhaler. Was Eddie having an asthma attack?

"Mason, you fucking idiot, give it a rest. Eddie isn't interested. Leave him the fuck alone!" Richie was growing irritated- something about Mason felt off today. Usually the boy didn't outright pick on other people, he was always at least subtle about it.

"Oh, shit-" Mason let out a little chuckle, and stepped around Richie to approach the counter, "Unless- wait, unless you're not into her?" Richie was so close to slamming a fist across Mason's stupid face. After years of not understanding why everyone called his own face punchable, Richie finally got it. Some people just looked like good boxing practice.

"No fucking shit Sherlock of course he isn't into-"

"Unless you're some sort of fairy?"

Oh, the silence that followed this statement was suffocating. It was as if a thick blanket of quiet had throttled the room; Eddie's hitching breaths had stopped- in fact, so had his breathing altogether. His eyes had hollowed out, his face had lost all colour for good this time, and his shoulders had jumped up to his ears. Britney's mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide, breath stolen away in a more figurative sense. Richie was entirely and utterly shocked. He had known Mason wasn't the ideal fella. He cheated on girlfriends and drank too much and stole things, but this- this was... more than Richie had expected. It took a lot for Richie to dislike someone and he disliked both him and sort of Britney for quite the big book of reasons; but downright homophobia was not in his book until today.

"What. The fuck." Richie's voice had gone low, dangerously low. Mason turned to face him instead, his eyes dancing with quite the colorful array of emotions yet somehow appearing haunted, dead, all at the same time. If Richie had to get all poetic and describe it he'd say those eyes were reminiscent of an ocean- chaotic in the crashing of the waves, and yet endlessly empty. He was smiling wide. Proud. Like a shark. Eddie was still silent.

"Maybe I've got things wrong, maybe that was wrong," Mason held his hands up defensively, and Richie made the mistake of letting him continue, "Maybe... Well maybe he's not a fairy." A pause, blood thrumming loudly in his ears, "Maybe you are, Tozier. Maybe you're the little fag-"

"Shut up, Mason. Just shut the hell up." Mason leaned in, arms crossed, smile smug,

"You know, as sick as you are, it doesn't even surprise me." From Richie's right there was a gasp, a choked sound reminiscent of some form of words.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I swear to God-"

"I probably should have realized sooner, to be entirely honest. I mean, your hair, your clothes, your stupid nails and your stupider voices-"

"Richie- Richie I-" Richie's head was spinning with red hot rage. His hands were balled into white-knuckled fists, his teeth gritted tightly.

"You don't know a single thing about me you asshole,"

"I guess it's possible both you and your friend here mingle with that crowd, huh? Maybe the- Oh Jesus, maybe the reason you're so defensive is because the two of you are, like, boning or-" And, that was the final fucking straw. Richie didn't register his hands flying out to shove, hard, at Mason's chest until the boy was stumbling backwards, right over Britney taking them both to the ground. Richie was taller than Mason. Mason was heavier than Richie. With the right momentum, the right force and angle, he could- and did- send Mason almost flying.

"You're a fucking pig, you know that? Jesus- and to think I might actually, one day, maybe be able to tolerate your obnoxious ass here at work?"

"Rich- I c-can't-"

"Wow, I was naïve! Do you have a single scrap of human decency in that tiny frocking brain of yours or are you only powered by fucking and alcohol?"

"R-Richie! I-"

"Well guess fucking what, you dog? I've got quite the gift for-"

"Richie!!" Just as Richie was about to spit right onto Mason's stupid face Eddie dragged him out of his furious haze with a choking wheeze. His head snapped right, gluing onto Eddie's trembling form; one hand was grasping at his throat, the other supporting him on the countertop, shaky, pale. His face was as white as a sheet and he looked positively awful with his mouth open wide and his chest heaving painfully up and down. "Rich- I- I-I-I c-ca-can't breathe I-"

"Shit, Eds, I'm so sorry," Richie didn't waste a second in hopping over the counter, tearing off his work apron and tossing it to the floor, discarding his anger with it, "Come on, let's go, let's get you some fresh air okay? We can hurry to your place and get your inhaler, yeah?" Despite the hate, the disgust, Richie couldn't care less about how he must have looked as he took Eddie's hand and began to drag him to the door, half-drunken mocha and quarter of banana bread left for the other two to clean up. On their way out Richie was almost certain he heard one last snide comment, some slur, but his only focus right now was Eddie and the way he was sucking in rasping breaths like a drowning man. Rich shoved the door open with one shoulder, holding it ajar and letting Eddie pass by, resting a hand on his back as he did so and beginning to steer him down the sidewalk in no particular direction. "Where's your house? What's your address? Should I call Bill or Stan or- We have to get you to your inhaler, don't we?" Cowering like a hurt puppy, Eddie shrunk into Richie's side, still gripping and clawing and gasping. "W-What do I do where do I go what-"

"No-" Eddie forced the words out through gritted teeth, shaking his head and holding up a single finger- just give me a minute. The two came to a halt underneath the golden glow of a streetlamp just recently lit. The sky was a dark purple now, growing into blue.

"Eddie, don't you need you inhaler?" He shook his head again, and Richie screwed his brows together, "But your asthma, we can't risk it we should just-"

"NO, Rich- Just-" Eddie gasped, his eyes squeezing shut, "Just give me a- a fucking minute!" Richie shrunk away, pulling his arms to his chest and taking a tentative step back. Eddie turned, hiding his face, and continued to sputter, refusing Richie's help and planting one hand over his eyes and forehead. A minute passed- Richie tried to suggest once more that the inhaler was the safest option. Eddie denied it with another string of breaths and curses. At last, an agonizing three minutes later, the rise and fall of Eddie's chest grew steadier.

"Are... Are you sure you're alright? I... I don't know how asthma works but I don't think ignoring it is healthy." Risking being yelled at again Richie stepped forwards and placed a soft hand on Eddie's frail shoulder. For one quick moment those big brown eyes stared up at him and then they flicked away, down to their shoes instead. The smaller boy's ears burned red with shame.

"I don't-" Eddie scoffed, "I don't fucking- I don't fucking have asthma okay? I'm fine. I just- need to- calm the hell down."

"You- what? You don't have asthma? Then what was all that stuff at the party-"

"It was nothing, okay? It was just my stupid brain being all messed up! It's not asthma, jackass, so just- let it go, please. Jesus," Eddie shook off Richie's hand and took a few steps back, one hand rising to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He started to pace. "I can't believe that guy, what an asshole! And that girl, I just-" He cried out incoherently, too frustrated to piece together another phrase, and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, I really am. I don't know what got into them- Mason especially, he isn't usually that bad and I... Well, that wasn't cool. Something was wrong about him tonight and- fuck," Richie brought his hands up to his face, underneath his glasses to scrub it vigorously, "I don't know, man, I'm so sorry." When Richie's hands fell again Eddie was looking at him, one hand on his hip, the other pressed against his chest, concerned. A pause.

"Are you okay?"

"What...? Of course I am, I'm not the one who almost choked on-"

"Then what the fuck did you think you were doing in there?" Eddie surged forwards and, this time, pushed Richie with both hands, though the outcome was very different and Richie hardly budged.

"Woah woah Eds what-"

"He could have hit you! Are you stupid or something? That guy would have had your fucking neck snapped before you could even do anything about it and you were just going to let it happen because he said some nasty shit to me?" Again, Eddie thumped a fist into Richie's chest, and then another.

"Of course Eddie he can't just-"

"People have said that shit to me all my life, Richie, you don't have to go risking your stupid neck because of it!" This time Richie caught Eddie by the wrist before his shove could connect, and then caught the other hand right after, holding them tight, "Let me go, Richie I can't deal with you being like this right now it's like you're not even listening to me and-"

"Eddie, calm down you're gonna throw yourself into another fit!"

"I'm okay, asshole, I'm not gonna break down and die right here and now because I'm angry at you! I-I get angry all the time I'm not some child- I-" Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth, and then he spat out the words coated in acid, "You don't get to act all 'night in shining armor' just because some airheaded asshole wants to tell me what's good for me! I can take care of myself and I fucking hate it when people treat me like some stupid kid!" Eddie was gasping again, though this time he kept his mouth shut tight, trying to hide that he was struggling. He looked furious and terrified and hurt, a trio of emotion that Richie never wanted to see on his face again. Richie let out a sigh, closing his eyes and letting go of Eddie's wrists. As soon as he did Eddie crossed his arms and took a step back, averting his gaze. The tips of his ears were burning brighter.

"I... Eddie, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to- to belittle you or talk down to you or anything like that. I just saw that you were getting badmouthed and I acted before I could really think."

"That doesn't surprise me, Trashmouth, you seem to be a little fucking impulsive." His voice strained, it was evident that Eddie was trying to reign in his temper, his 'asthma' already calming down once more. "Just... just please let me handle myself in the future. I can do it, I swear,"

"Yeah, I... I know you can. You're," Richie chuckled, and punched Eddie weakly, tentatively in the shoulder, "You're all sorts of spunk in one tiny package," Allowing himself to grin just for a split second Eddie slapped offense onto his face and wore a pout that would better fit a toddler.

"Are you calling me short? That's real low, Rich, that's just-"

"Low, is it? Yeah, I guess it is, huh?"

"Oh- fuck you!" Eddie rolled his eyes and turned away to conceal his smile as Richie let out his bright cackling, ripping through the silence of the night in a way that was more pleasant than Eddie thought possible. "God, you're just such an asshole, I hope you know that," He jabbed out an accusatory finger and Richie shot up his hands in mock surrender as if that finger were a gun.

"Don't shoot!" He hollered, stumbling a step back, "I have a wife and kids to get back to!" Eddie laughed, dropping his hand, and just barely stopped himself from asking if Richie had a husband to get back to instead. That was a can of worms for another day.

"I'm exhausted now thanks to you. You're like a baby, always whining and shit. Come on, Stan works and Bill's probably asleep by now. Wanna come watch a movie or something? I think we have a copy of Die Hard lying around." Eddie began to walk back in the direction of the cafe- Richie had taken the complete wrong path in their hasty escape- waving one hand for him to follow. Richie was now beaming, knowing just what to say to (hopefully) piss off Eddie even more.

"Oh, awesome! My favourite Christmas movie!" Eddie spun on him. Mission accomplished.

"What the fuck did you just say? Christmas movie?!"

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Circus Mafia

Here’s my latest characters that I am EXTREMELY proud of, god tho it was h e l l trying to finish making them bc i forgot like,, two of them in the process and had to go back- Uhh I guess bc it’s a mafia there’s mentions of death/violence but that’s about it!

I’ll put a keep reading on it just bc its kinda a lengthy post so yeye

| Names: Wallace Gallagher, Chester York, Dewey Bullock, Eric Fletcher, Grant Davenport, and Henry Barton

| Nicknames/Titles: Wally/Gear (The Ringmaster), He hates it but Yorky is a nickname (The Magician), Dew/Dewdrop (The Juggler), Eri/Fletch (The Acrobat), Dave (The Tightrope Walker/The Trapeze Artist), and finally Hen/Bart (The Clown/The Strongman)

| Genders: Wallace goes by He/It, Chester goes by He/Him, Dewey goes by all pronouns, Eric goes by He/They, Grant goes by He/They/It, and Henry also just goes by He/Him

| Ages: Unknown (I am NOT doing all the math that’d probs be involved with these dudes fuck that)

| Heights: Wallace is 6’7”, Chester is 5’9”, Dewey is 5’6”, Eric is 5’3”. Grant is 6ft, and finally Henry is 5’8”

| Hair Colors: Wallace has long stringy hair he usually keeps in a ponytail (his hair is a bubblegum pink color), Chester’s hair is a Cobalt Blue color (his hair is usually in a man bun), Dewey’s hair is a Tiger Orange color (his hair is a curly undercut), Eric’s hair is Black and it’s a short quiff, Grant’s hair is a Dark Brown and slicked back, and finally Henry’s hair is a Tortilla Brown color (His hairstyle is a Pushed Back Long one)

| Eye Colors: Wallace’s eyes are a light pastel pink color (he’s got a slash over his right eye but he seems to still be able to see out of it), Chester’s eyes are a Gunmetal Blue color, Dewey’s eyes are a light pastel green, Eric’s eyes are a hazel color, Grant’s eyes are Dark Brown, and Henry’s eyes are a dull gray color.

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Wallace is tall and lanky as hell p much and he’s pretty pale, Chester’s kinda average p much and he’s more so tan, same goes for Grant actually except he looks a bit more muscular than Chester does, Dewey and Eric are kinda pale as well (Eric being a bit more paler than Dewey) and both of them are chubby, and finally Henry who looks a bit stronger than even Grant (nothing TOO weird ofc) is also pale.

| Appearances: Oh god here we go… Wallace is first up- He’s got the typical Ringmaster outfit EXCEPT his is Pink and White instead of the typical red/black/white you see, even down to his boots are pink (his boots btw kinda go up his legs and they have a heeled part on em), he wears pink leather gloves and has a pink top hat as well! He also has a handlebar mustache (he dyed it to match his hair, got a bit of Wilford Energy dont he? Lmao) he also has a lot of scars on his body (Their most prominent scars are: Wallace’s is over his eye and a bullet wound that got WAY too close to his heart, Chester’s scarring is around his neck, his chest and ESPECIALLY his back area, the neck looks like a few cuts but nothing deep enough to be fatal, the chest has some deeper scarring and longer ones, and his back looked like it was caused by a whip

Dewey’s scars are a bit all over the place nothing prominent there, Eric’s scars are the same just sporadic and all over the place but he has a few similar markings to Chester’s on his back (not AS many tho), Grant doesn’t have as many scars surprisingly just a few here and there but they don’t look too serious, and finally Henry has prominent scars over his belly, his back, and his legs they look like a mixture of potentially fatal had they not been looked at and non-fatal)

Chester’s outfit is a white suit vest that has dark blue stripes going down it, he wears a dark blue collared shirt underneath the suit vest and he also has a long black cloak (it has a hood on it but he only puts it on in certain situations), he has dark blue pants that match and he seems to wear combat boots that match said outfit, he also has some silk gloves that match as well, he wears a blue quartz crystal around his neck and he has a circle beard, he also has dark blue claw nails that also has little star designs over them. (he also has a dark blue bow tie!)

Dewey’s outfit is a mint green suit vest with a white collared shirt underneath it, he also has a mint green bow tie and he wears white pants as well and some sneakers with mint green stripes going across them, he wears mint green rose earrings (it was a gift that Chester gave to Eric so the boy could give it to Dewey) and he’s cherished them ever since, he also wears gloves to match (it helps him out when juggling bc ouchie hard items hurt when they smack directly onto his bare hands) he doesn’t have a beard at all he babyfaced.

Eric’s outfit is white collared shirt with dark brown suspenders that are attached to the same colored pants, he also wears a dark brown flat cap (when he’s not performing or doing his job n such) he also has a dark brown bow tie he wears as well and his he wears dark brown sneakers as well he’s also babyfaced like Dewey is, he has a dark brown necklace with the same colored pendant on the end, it isn’t heart shaped but its round and definitely looks like a locket of some kind (he never wears it during performances in fear it’d get lost but he keeps it locked up in a secret box in his room, it was a gift from Dewey)

Grant’s outfit is a black suit jacket with a red collared shirt underneath it, he also has black pants to match said outfit and he has black and red oxford shoes and he also wears a black fedora (he looks more like the leader than Wally does tbh, then again him, Chester, and Henry ALWAYS get mistaken for the boss) he also has a long black tie he wears with the outfit btw! He has a Van Dyke type beard he also wears some rings on his fingers too hence why he looks SO much like the boss.

And finally… Henry’s outfit is well, it took a LOT of convincing but he actually wears a rainbow themed clown outfit, it's MUCH softer lighter colors (p much pastels) At first he 100% hated it but then every time an enemy came around… They laughed at him and ALWAYS underestimated him, it was always hilarious to kick their ass in said outfit, Wallace also told him just imagine his enemies having to explain to someone/their boss that they got their ass kicked by the clown! The CLOWN of all people! And Henry won’t deny, that idea grew on him so he eventually accepted it (the only thing he refused to wear really was the wig that was t o o much) and finally he has a short boxed beard!

| Personalities: Wallace is… EXTREMELY eccentric and unpredictable, there’s no true way to tell how he’s feeling or what mood he’s going to be in, he seems to bounce from mood to mood, feeling to feeling, emotion to emotion! Although it’s VERY rare to see him actually upset or angry (...Keep in mind, I said very rare, but it’s not… an IMPOSSIBLE scenario) he’s usually pretty cheerful, friendly, kind, and caring as can be! He’s a friend to those who won’t backstab him or betray him but a terrifying force to be reckoned with if you double cross him… He’s in a silly goofy mood a lot, but really, if I’m being honest, there definitely seems like there’s something… Unhinged there… Like something is not all together with him, but oh well! No time to unpack anything! If you need a helping hand he’s there to help! Just don’t double cross him and you won’t die! Don’t let his friendly and cute demeanor fool you, if he doesn’t send one of the others after you, then he’ll deal with you himself and honestly? He’s the WORST one to come after you… MUCH worse than the others.

Chester is cocky, confident, and arrogant at times- He’s EXTREMELY prideful in himself and k n o w s he’s all that and MUCH more~ He seems like he only cares for himself and thinks he’s the star and center of everything but oh no… He holds great admiration and respect for Wallace, he adores Dewey and Eric and helps them out a lot, he’s even overprotective of them actually- you mess with them you evoke papa bear and he WILL stomp you to death with his boots- He constantly pesters Grant and Henry, teasing them a LOT here and there, he makes it a game to mess with them as much as he can, heck he loves messing with his actual victims too, he loves to play the mind games and he’s much more sadistic and cruel than you see him with the other members of the circus, if it’s like someone who’s made friends with the others? ...Well he’ll be more tolerable but oh that won’t stop him from scaring them a little here and there but he won’t actually hurt them, it’s more so just him having fun.

Dewey is a sweet, kind, and loving soul- he looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly! But looks can always be deceiving you know… If he ABSOLUTELY needs to he will hurt or kill someone, if he’s ordered too he will do so- He’s actually mostly shy and anxious even around the other members of the circus but he trusts them a LOT more than anyone else, and he looks up to Wallace and Eric, speaking of Eric, he likes Eric a HELLA lot- he trusts them the MOST out of everyone here and you’ll find Dewey spends a lot more time with Eric than anyone else and he seems so much more open with the other, seems like he lets loose a lot more… And another thing to note, toward enemies he doesn’t torment or anything he just injures or kills them as quickly as possible so he’s a LOT more merciful than someone like Wallace or Chester or some of the others would be.

Eric is another sweet, kind, and loving soul- Also looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly but he can and would if he was told too- He doesn’t LIKE hurting or killing folks though at all, he considers himself much more cowardly than Dewey since Dewey seems like he can do it without any issues beforehand… Eric looks up to Dew a LOT just like the other looks up to him, Eric also looks up to Grant a lot as well even though he can be pretty intimidating to approach, he’s got a LOT more anxiety than Dewey seems to have and he doesn’t seem to have a lot of confidence in himself, he thinks he’s cowardly and sometimes it feels like he legit doesn’t even fit in here, why is such a coward like him in with a literal mafia?

He can barely kill/hurt anyone without almost breaking down p much (Wallace kinda knows this so he REALLY tries not to call upon Eric too much, not until they can sort out those issues, or well t r y too anyways)

Grant is hella cold, snarky, and honestly hot headed easily the MOST intimidating looking and speaking one outta the bunch, he hardly ever has a smile on his face and he’s mostly grumpy- hims a n g y lmao, he’s WAY more respectful when around Wallace however seeing as he’s the boss ...Grant is a bit jealous honestly and sometimes he maybe even wishes he could be leader but 1: He k n o w s better and 2: That’d make him extremely ungrateful for all Wally’s done for the others, Grant is surprisingly MUCH more warmer n kinder toward Eric, or well he tries to be but gosh that poor boy just seems so intimidated by him… He feels bad for Eric honestly, wishes the boy had a bit more confidence in himself, Grant tries to help him out but any time he approaches Eric the other seems to get pretty afraid, so he tries to be patient and wait for Eric to come to him, he respects Dewey for helping Eric out and he sees how happy the two are when together, it's a good thing… If anyone could help that boy out, it’s gotta be Dewey.

And finally… Henry, he’s pretty sarcastic, a bit cold and a bit hot headed, not, AS MUCH as Grant but still it does lead them into a lot of physical and verbal altercations with each other even then (They try not to do it around Dewey/Eric solely bc they dont wanna scare em, but also not around Wallace bc they really don’t wanna get in trouble or on his bad side…) Henry along with Grant do share solidarity with one thing! And that is their p u r e hatred for Chester! That’s one thing they have in common at least… He’s WAY more hot headed toward Chester but dear god who isn’t at this point? Toward enemies n such it’s like he’s a completely different man, he takes his jobs/tasks VERY seriously and he’s WAY more calm and collected- more so than Grant could ever be (I’ll just go ahead ALL the boys respect and or look up to Wallace in some way, he practically saved them tbh) I suppose another thing Henry shares in common with Grant and probs everyone at this point is he wishes Eric had more confidence in himself…

| Side Facts: Usually, whether it be by an injured one or even the dead bodies, an item is usually left behind as a warning- For Wallace it’s a bunch of lashings from his bullwhip (I wanna clarify, the ones with lash looking scars, Wallace would NEVER EVER hit them, he’d NEVER fucking hurt any of them which is why if one of the ones with similar scars are around, before he even d a r e s pull out the whip, he tells them to go on back to the tent, he doesn’t want them to see or hear that sound)

Chester MOSTLY leaves red roses behind (since that’s what people throw onto his stage when he’s finished performing), but he’ll leave VARIOUS other kinds of flowers as well (you’ll notice he’s very particular with each flower he leaves behind)

Dewey leaves behind whatever item he had been juggling (for example: a bowling pin, orange, balls, etc)

Even tho Eric isn’t called upon too often for his sake, he actually doesn’t leave anything behind.

Grant leaves nothing behind whatsoever, what he did to the victim alone is WARNING enough.

Henry leaves behind clown noses (he literally puts clown noses on the victims) and if he’s feeling generous enough he leaves some sarcastic little messages behind or just straight up taunting ones.

While they ARE a mafia, like I’ve said the circus part also plays a big role! They DO perform! Their circus moves from place to place, it never does stay in one spot and a BIG thing Wallace wants noted- they don’t include animals in their acts, they’d never put any kind of animal through that sorta stress and are HIGHKEY against Circuses that do use animals bc most times the animals are whipped and abused, so Wallace says none of that here!

They have had some rowdy rude customers like all businesses or events do ...But you know… They aren’t like most either, those customers were mm… I’d say when Wallace offered to have their complaint taken up, let’s just say those so called customers were never seen or heard from again (keep in mind, those weren’t valid complaints, it was basically karen type people so oofy)

Chester has once lured a victim backstage and he has a house of mirrors type situation, he once lured them back and slowly watched them struggle to try and get out of there, sometimes appearing on the mirrors to give them a fright, he’s probably driven some people to insanity with this tbh also, Chester made Wallace a necklace with an Obsidian pendant, Wallace cherishes this and thanks to Chester he knows the crystal symbolizes protection n stuff so that made him cherish it even more.

Their Circus, the tent, etc- I’ll be 100% honest with you, the fucking tent itself is pretty inhuman and fuckin unrealistic, like- SO many fucking things fit under that tent- its almost cartoonish how it works! The tent itself holds literally all their respective areas, from Chester’s stage right down to the area where the trapeze and tightrope acts are performed!

One thing I didn’t mention- Wallace seems to have two sets of fangs (I will say, he’s- he’s not a toon btw I mean, I won’t say if Wally is fully human or not but still) both top and bottom, Chester has cat-like fangs, Dewey/Eric don’t have fangs at all, Grant has some razor sharp teeth, and Henry just has normal lookin’ teeth.

One more thing! I already covered their pronouns up there so here’s their sexualities! Wallace is Pansexual, Chester is Bisexual, Dewey is Panromantic and Asexual, Eric is Gay and Asexual, Grant is more so Questioning rn as is Henry.

#original characters #my ocs #ocs #Circus Mafia #Wallace Gallagher #Chester York #Dewey Bullock #Eric Fletcher #Grant Davenport #Henry Barton #tw violence mentions #tw death mentions

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Yo, I just read your Haynette fanfic, and I gotta say, I'm impressed with what you've written. Would you mind making another one of this couple? They're super cute together, and I feel like they're the most "normal" couple in KH since they're just two teenagers who live normal lives in comparison to the other KH characters. How about a Part 2 where Pence finds out about the 3 a.m. meeting, and starts coaching Hayner on what to do in relationships (with copious amounts of teasing, of course). 😋

Hey there, Anon! Sorry it took me such a hot minute to get to this; this last year has been crazy for me, as you can imagine. But, at long last, here is your Haynette story! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for one of my favorite Kingdom Hearts rarepairs <3

3 a.m. Musings and Cherry Lip Gloss Part II

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Hayner groaned loudly as the persistent chirping of his alarm clock finally bled through his feather pillow down into his eardrum. While using one hand to press the soft, downy pillow further against his head, his other blindly slapped at his nightstand. After his palm thumped uselessly against the wood a few times, displacing a few knickknacks, candy wrappers, and coins, he finally smashed the snooze button. He groaned miserably again, burying his face into his mattress as he clung to the last shreds of sweet, sweet sleep. As he smacked his lips, the succulent taste of cherries bloomed across his tongue.

“Oh my gosh!” he cried, jerking upright in bed with owlish eyes. His pillow sailed across his bedroom to smack into his dresser, shaking the framed posters and other baubles crammed on its top surface. Still bleary from sleep, Hayner’s hands rummaged nonsensically through his sheets and comforter a few times in search of his phone until he realized it was sitting on his nightstand. He snatched it up, using muscle memory to pull up Pence’s contact information to dial his number.

“Yello?” the cheery boy answered quickly.

“Pence! Hey! I got something important to talk to you about! Get your butt over here!” Hayner screeched into the phone. As he crawled across his bed, his foot became tangled in the linens; when he tried to step off, his leg lurched back and he face-planted into the carpet. He heard Pence hiss at the very loud thump Hayner’s body made as it hit the floor. “Agh… Just get here, man!”

“All right, all right, I’m coming! I’m getting milkshakes.”

“What? No, I don’t have time for—” His stomach yowled ardently, making the words die in his throat. Groaning, he smacked his forehead down against the floor. “Chocolate, please…”

“Roger that!” Pence quipped before ending the call. Hayner dropped his phone down onto the carpet, just continuing to lay there with one of his legs still trapped in the blankets and reclined up over his body. He swiped his tongue gingerly across his bottom lip again; yep, faint as it was, there was the saccharine flavor of cherry lip gloss. His cheeks heated with a fierce blush.

“I… kissed Olette…” he whispered. A giddy smile spread across his face, pulling on his cheeks until they ached a little. However, after a brief blip of dreamy euphoria, reality came crashing down, as did his stupid grin. Hayner had kissed Olette. He had confessed to Olette. Gasping, he snatched his phone back up to check his notifications— specifically, his text messages with Olette. A quick review of the conversation confirmed that they had in fact snuck out at 3 a.m., and unless he had blacked out on the road somewhere and had a strangely realistic fever dream, that meant everything in the Secret Hideout had also occurred.

“Oh, man,” he groaned anxiously, fisting his tousled honey-blond hair. “What am I gonna do now?” Should he text her? No. No, that was stupid! Hayner would make a great big fool of himself for sure. No, he needed advice, advice from a smart person— and Pence was the smartest guy he knew. Surely Pence would know what to do.

He plopped the phone back down before melting back onto the floor. If he was lucky, the molecules of his body would blend with the fibers of the carpet, turning him into a puddle of goo so he could avoid this situation. That did not happen. Instead, Pence found him still lying there after tromping up the stairs, following a jovial exchange with Hayner’s parents, of course.

“Man. You weren’t kidding when you said you needed to talk,” the brunet said and took a loud sip of his milkshake— cookies and cream, probably. In reply, Hayner released a frustrated scream that vibrated the floor as the carpet muffled it. Pence clicked his tongue reassuringly as he rolled Hayner’s computer chair over and plopped down, his chest pressed against the leather back and his legs hanging over the sides. “Come now, talk to Pence,” he crooned as he set the milkshake down next to Hayner’s head.

Hayner just groaned again and rolled onto his side so he could drown his anxieties in sweet, thick, sugary chocolate milkshake. He sucked the chunky concoction through the straw for two minutes straight before popping his lips off of it. His stomach whirled as the last dregs of cherry lip gloss slipped in, making a flavor reminiscent of chocolate-covered cherries. Should he provide context?

Nah, better to rip it off like a bandage.

“I kissed Olette.”

“You did what?!” Pence spluttered. He had unfortunately been drinking his milkshake at the time, leading to him spitting it out all over his front. He scowled as he scrubbed at his face and shirt. “Dude! Are you serious?!”

“Yeah, I’m serious! Do you think I would joke about something like that?” Hayner reported hotly as he pushed his upper body up with his arm. Pence sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his half-empty milkshake cup with the other hand.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait… Tell me the whole story…”

So Hayner did. As he explained it, taking long, stressed sips of his shake in-between, Pence listened intently. He pinched the end of his chin and nodded his head sagely, and when things got especially good, he took a long drag of his cookies and cream shake. By the time Hayner finished, the other boy was scraping at the bottom of the styrofoam cup to scoop ice cream chunks out with the straw.

“So this morning you woke up and now you have no idea what your relationship with her is gonna be like?”

“Exactly!” Hayner cried and slapped his hand down into the carpet. He followed by thunking his head down again. “Ugh, man… I should’ve known better. I’m too stupid in the early hours of the morning.”

“You certainly do lose all common sense. Remember the time we stayed up for the new year and you tried to steal one of the trams?” Pence chuckled. Hayner rolled his head to glare at him from underneath one of his golden strands of hair. “Right, not helpful,” Pence said, adjusting himself in the computer chair. “Now then, do you like her?”

“Uh, yeah. I wouldn’t have kissed her if I didn’t.”

“Look, man, I’m no judge. People do what they do,” Pence shrugged while waving a hand placatingly. Hayner rolled his eyes and shoved his face back down into the carpet. He should have stayed in bed; dust bunnies and crumbs were definitely not a good substitute for soft sheets. “Anyway, so then, do you want to date her?”

Hayner could feel his face flush so hot that it was a wonder that the heat didn’t singe the carpet fibers. Despite his immense embarrassment, he didn’t have the urge to refuse; even doing so defensively seemed sacrilegious. As his face continued to burn, he meekly spoke into the carpet, “Yeah… I do…”

“Then date her!” Pence exclaimed, making Hayner jerk violently in surprise. The blond pushed himself up onto his forearms to see that his friend had thrown up his arms in exasperation. “What’s the problem, man? It’s pretty clear to me that Olette likes you back, considering she didn’t slap you silly when you planted one on her.”

Hayner pursed his lips dourly. Pence made it sound so simple as if girls weren’t complex beings, like the inner machinations of their minds weren’t complete enigmas. Could it be that simple? Frowning, Hayner pushed himself into a seated position, crossing his legs and slumping over a little as he took out his phone again. As he pulled up his chat history with Olette, he found a goofy smile worming on his face just seeing her name.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he shot her a message that simply said, Good morning.

The bubble with three little dots popped up immediately, followed by a cheerful, Good morning! I hope you finally got some sleep~ Hayner leaned back a little as his smile widened, a warm and fuzzy feeling bubbling up inside of him to spread from his toes to the crown of his head. Pence, realizing that his work was done, strolled out of the room to call down to Hayner’s mother and ask what was for breakfast. Rather than text a response, Hayner took it as Pence’s silent demand to put on his big boy britches, so he hit the call button.

It only rang once before Olette’s curious voice chimed on the other line, “Hello?”

“Hey, Olette.”

“Hey.” He could hear the coquettishness in her voice; she was probably lying on her belly in her bed with her ankles crossed, twirling a lock of her bouncy brunette hair around her finger. “So, um… Last night…”

“Yeah,” Hayner gulped, turning to lean against his bedframe as he nervously scratched at the back of his neck. “Last night.” A silence fell between them. Hayner felt like a balloon was swelling in his chest, stretching him to the point of bursting. Unable to take the tension, he decided to burst the bubble himself. “I hope you know that wasn’t just 3 a.m. delirium— me kissing you,” he said, blushing at how silly it sounded.

“I hope you know that kissing you back wasn’t delirium, either,” Olette giggled girlishly. Hayner melted against his bed in relief; if she was joking so casually about it, then perhaps he really had been freaking out over nothing. Olette grew silent on the other end of the line again, but he knew her well enough to know that she was chewing on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully.

Hayner drummed his fingers nervously on the floor, trying to find an eloquent way to ask her out. Instead, impatience got the better of him and he blurted, “So you wanna be my girlfriend?”

He turned beet red as she snorted in laughter on the other end of the line, momentarily panicking. Did I misread the situation? I couldn’t have, right?!

“Sorry!” Olette hastily said though she was suppressing giggles. “Sorry, that was just— that was really cute.” Hayner never, ever thought he would think fondly of being referred to as “cute,” but he’d be damned if he didn’t admit that it made his heart flutter in his chest. “Anyway, I would love to be your girlfriend, Hayner.”

“Great!” he exclaimed, unable to control the extreme burst of happiness that shot through him. Once he realized he’d said it aloud— evidenced by Olette laughing again— his face turned a deep burgundy color. “I-I-I-I mean, um, great. Um. Would you… like to come over for breakfast at my place, then?” He smacked his forehead immediately after. What was he thinking? It wasn’t romantic to have breakfast with his parents and Pence around! God, he needed smooth 3 a.m. Hayner back. Luckily, Olette was too sweet for her own good.

“Sure! Your mom makes the best pancakes.”

“Pancakes! Right!” Hayner jumped up, slipping and sliding on his carpet as he tried to scramble to the door so he could shout at his mom to make pancakes. He relaxed when she called affirmation (and demanded he tell Olette she said hello). Smiling wryly, Hayner turned around to lean against the hallway wall. He chuckled lightly as he threaded his fingers through his wavy blond tresses, still blushing a carnation pink. “Um… See you when you get here, then.”

“See you soon, Hayner,” she said, and the warmth in her tone made Hayner melt against the wall in adoration. He continued to hold the phone up to his ear even after she hung up, smiling dreamily as if it made him closer to her somehow. He finally lowered it when Pence came tromping up the stairs, chewing on a cereal bar.

“So?”

All it took was Hayner’s big grin and Pence exclaimed excitedly. “All right! Good for you guys, man!” he said as he sauntered over, doing a happy dance for Hayner’s benefit. The taller boy laughed and gave Pence a high-five, then looked adoringly down at Olette’s contact information. After a moment of consideration, he smirked and hit the edit button to add a heart and a lip gloss Emoji to her name. Pence peeked over his shoulder, then laughed dryly and punched Hayner in the shoulder. “Man, you’re such a sap already.”

“Shut up,” Hayner laughed and shoved him in the side of his head before stowing his phone. “Which one of us is single?”

“Bro! You were single, like, two minutes ago!”

“Keyword: were,” Hayner teased as he flashed him a wink. Pence groaned, muttering something about how he should’ve just ignored Hayner’s phone call, while the blond sauntered to the bathroom to do his hair. As he wrangled his locks into submission, he licked his lips again, smiling widely at the faint taste of cherry still lingering there.

Maybe 3 a.m. Hayner had some sense after all.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

#haynette #haylette #hayner x olette #olette x hayner #kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kingdom hearts fanfic #kh fanfic #kh fanfiction

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lumilasi · 5 years ago

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UPDATE: Bio revamp. Also I should probs draw him an outfit he wears when he goes into more “darker” route, I.E ends up being a “Villain” Jackrabbit.

Maybe there is a Vigilante bio sheet thing somewhere, I was too lazy to search for it hence I’m using the villain template and just editing it where necessary...

The character in the photo on the upper left is @glitchedskull‘s Naosu btw, who’s Saname’s BF

Rest of the bio below;

Age: around 13-14 when he first meets Ryuu and Kain.

Sexuality: pan

SANAME’S QUIRK EXPLAINED (Pros in normal, cons in bold)

Quirk name: Acid-palm

He can burn and melt anything he touches at will with ease as if his hands were coated in acid. Saname can also control how slow or fast things corrode, and even what direction the corrosion heads very precisely.

He doesn’t have to keep touching the object to corrode it; after touching the effect will continue as he pre-planned it. He can also change the effect’s speed and direction after removing his hand as long as he has visual to it.

He can do anything from creating a tiny hole to melting away large walls fairly quickly.

Ironically, Saname is mostly immune to other acidic quirks and substances, just not his own.

If not careful, Saname can end up burning himself as sometimes a highly agitated state can cause his quirk to activate accidentally, and he’s not immune to his own touch. (hence the scars on his neck and over his eye)

Blocking his line of sight from what he’s touched makes him unable to change the way the corrosion happens if needed.

The effect of his acidic touch tends to weaken and move slower in colder weathers

FEW MORE FACTS

- Wasabi is good with melee-weapons like a staff or a pipe, and usually carries around one.

- He loves rabbits more than anything because his only toy as a child was a bunny plushie, one he still carries around and has a strong attachment to

- Ryuu is his favorite and he likes to stalk him around a lot each time Ryuu is around, this has led to problems too where he ends up in danger and the two have to save him. He finds Ryuu’s weird chilly crystal powers cool. (pun not intended)

- he has a slight phobia about collapsing buildings and fires due to what he went through as a child, having a flame hero - while fighting a villain - destroy his original home of sorts.

- Saname’s visible eye (the one with the palmprint scar) is discolored and lighter due to the injury he caused accidentally with his quirk when it first activated; he can still see with it thankfully, but it tends to get irritated easier than the other one. His “normal” eye is pure black and yellow. (I seem to have habit of drawing him in a way where you almost never see his uninjured eye heh.....)

- Saname as an adult mostly minds his own business, but due to the influence from his mothers and Ryuu and Kain) he tends to just act without thinking and doing what he thinks is right, even if its illegal. He never actively chose to be a vigilante like his other mum, its just kind of how he ended up due to his nature.

- His knee-pads in his Vigilante outfit are his lion mama Kei’s old ones from her outfit. His utility belt is also similar to her old one, just dark grey instead of brown.

PERSONALITY

As a child, Wasabi was very curious and easily excitable, getting in trouble a lot as a result. He had difficulty controlling his emotions due to his early childhood however, and was often aggressive, where he could snap from friendly to will-whack-you-with-a-stick in less than a second.

As a young adult, he’s much more chill and well-mannered, but still has bit of a childish goofiness to him which can lead to silly situations and generally makes people think he’s the “class-clown” or “airhead” type. He’s also learned to be more mindful of people’s boundaries, when as a kid he tended to easily get into people’s faces so to say, making things awkward and uncomfortable.

He can still get viciously mad in certain situations, but he no longer throws an uncontrollable fit; rather, he channels his anger in doing what he wants to do. During these times people can actually find this normally relaxed and happy-go-lucky (and a bit oblivious) chill dude really scary.

He can be distracted pretty easily, except when he’s in a fight; thanks to training from both his mum Kei, and an unconventional family friend of sorts Ryuu Katagiri, Saname tends to be laser focused during those, which makes him a dangerous opponent. He tends to shut out everything else then and focus on defeating whoever he is fighting.

BG STORY SUMMARY

Saname grew up in an orphanage initially on a more poor area of the city; he can’t really remember anything about his original parents, perhaps due to trauma of some sort; given his aversion to fire people suspect he might’ve been in a fire that killed his parents.

He was often bullied by other children and called weird because of his eyes, (he was the only one in that orphanage with “atypical” human eyes) difficult, easily triggered temper, and quirk that he struggled to control as a kid. (resulting in the scarring he has)

The orphanage gave him his name “Saname Wasabi,” because of his green hair and quirk. (and temper)

Then, the orphanage got destroyed accidentally in a fight in-between a hero (Endeavor) and a villain, with some of the staff and kids actually getting hurt in the process. Saname ended up running away amidst the chaos, frightened by the battle as the flames triggered his past unknown trauma.

Wandering around the city lost and scared, he eventually ran into a young woman named Rankure Hanekijo, who due to personal reasons decides to take the boy under her wing. Unfortunately, she had some bad people after her, forcing the two to flee outside the city, eventually ending up in a rural town where a local coffee-shop owner Kei Reidou - who turned out to have once been a vigilante - takes them in out of pity.

He ends up being unofficially adopted by the two women, who home-school him and he was even taught how to fight and better handle his quirk by Reidou. (This later led him to becoming a vigilante)

Later on, Wasabi meets an old acquaintance of his new mum, a young man named Kain, who has supposedly become a villain and is friends with a known one. Because the pair helps preventing his mothers from getting arrested by some government agents by distracting them and basically making them think the lead about a woman named Akiko Hinoteki (Kei’s original name and identity) was a false alarm, Wasabi deems the pair okay. He ends up developing a big brother - little brother like relationship with Ryuu, who grows fond of the boy despite initial grouchiness, even teaching him some fight moves.

While doing his vigilante things, probably due to Kain and Ryuu’s influence, Saname ended up occasionally going further than what probably would be necessary, in some cases full blown killing the criminal if he deemed them bad enough, or just beating people up worse than needed. This ended up creating a rumor of an evil doppleganger for his vigilante persona, perhaps especially because occasionally when he did this, he wasn’t wearing his vigilante garments.

Ref sheet base (C) Yourultraarchive

Character (C) Me

#my bnha oc #wasabi saname #saname wasabi #character bio #bio update #my hero academy oc #bnha villain oc #boku no hero oc #Lumi's art scribbles #Lumi's chaotic creations

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mobius-prime · 5 years ago

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159. Sonic Super Special #15

Welcome to the final Sonic Super Special ever! Here's my opinion on it. Past Super Specials have ranged from okay to amazing, depending on the writer and the subject matter, and their long length has usually, if you ask me, worked in their favor, as it meant more time and space to tell a compelling story. This is not true of this one. Unfortunately, the last super special of the comic is utterly awful, with two stories that do absolutely nothing to grip my attention, one of which ends in a status quo with a net gain of absolutely nothing, and the other of which is cringeworthy and isn't even very clear on when, where or how it takes place. Let's just get this over with, shall we?

Naugus Games

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Many Hands Colors: Josh and Aimeee Ray

This first story is far, far longer than it has any right to be - it really feels like they were trying to find ways to pad it out it to take up the full 48 pages of the special. Furthermore, you might notice some oddities about the credits above. First of all, Aimee's name is misspelled with three E's for both stories for some reason, indicating some lazy copy-and-pasting as well as a lack of care from the editors. Even more frustratingly, no one is actually credited directly for the pencils (or inks), with the art instead just being credited to "many hands." Remember how I said the comic was getting annoyingly bad about properly crediting people? Now, in case you're confused, there's not just some artist out there literally named Many Hands; instead, that's the comic's way of sidestepping actually bothering to credit any individuals for their work. It just means "eh, a lot of people worked on this I guess, but we don't care enough to actually tell you who." Unfortunately, unlike a few issues ago where the art style was immediately recognizable as Steven Butler's, the art style for this story is foreign to me, suggesting they got some people who weren't their usual artists to work on this one, so I can't even take an educated guess here. All I know is that both the art style in general and the quality of the inks are very poor, and as we'll see, the art gets unforgivably lazy at times. Perhaps best of all, this story was later retconned into a much more interesting and concise version of itself at a later date, with better storytelling and artwork to boot. The only reason, then, that I'm covering it at all, is honestly as a demonstration of just how lazy the comic could get at times, as well as due to the fact that this is the first appearance of "Many Hands," who later pencilled one other issue for the comic that was of equally poor quality.

So this story takes place at an unspecified time in the recent past. It seems to be sometime after Eggman's return, judging by some of the lines of dialogue within the story, but the actual timeframe is pretty vague. Sonic has returned to the Southern Tundra to pay his respects to Eddy, recalling how Eddy sacrificed himself when he, Tails, and Nate all fought Naugus here some time ago. He's brought a single rose to lay on the site of the wreckage, but the ground isn't quite stable…

And here we have the first instance of a truly terrible art decision. Sonic falls into a pitch black cave system, but instead of representing this with maybe one page max of blackness or darker lighting, we're treated to nearly four pages straight of nothing but this:

He blindly stumbles around for a while, informing us of this fact through dialogue bubbles because everyone knows that telling is better than showing in fiction, right? He finally hits a wall and sees a glow through a crack in it, so he tunnels his way into the next room only to find it full of glowing rings - apparently, either he, Tails and Naugus somehow didn't use up all the rings when they fought, or these one have just auto-generated themselves somehow down here. Sonic recalls memories of the previous battle when Nate sealed Naugus away with a wish from a ring, and then decides to try to use one to get out of the cave system.

Wonderful! Apparently, a "wish" as defined by the magic of the rings just means that you think of someone's name while touching a ring, and so with a flash, Naugus is back from his imprisonment in the zone that Nate sealed him into! But how is this possible?

That explanation makes… basically no sense, dude. Naugus was definitely sealed away in another zone, he didn't just get turned into a pile of telepathic rings. But whatever. He and Sonic start battling it out, and somehow make it outside, where Naugus conjures up a snowstorm that consistently stays centered on Sonic no matter where he runs. Time for the second awful art choice of the issue - now instead of four pages of pure blackness, we get six whole pages of this:

I think the best thing about this is that the blizzard backgrounds are clearly not even hand drawn like the rest of the comic is - there's only two types of snowflakes up there, and they're consistently just copied and pasted in that same repetitive swirl pattern on every single page. I get that drawing for a big story in a super special like this can be long and tedious work, but this is why you don't try to find a way to artificially elongate a story like this which could easily be told in the span of a normal issue length. It just ends up making the audience feel like their time is being wasted. Anyway, the blizzard finally ends when Sonic pulls out a ring from his jacket and wishes for Naugus to be sealed away in his previous zone once more, and thus, Naugus is out of our hair again, with absolutely nothing to show for it. Man, if it's this easy to defeat people in this universe, why hasn't anyone tried this on Eggman yet?

Sonic then leaves back for home, thinking one last time of Eddy, who is shown looking down on him from the heavens above. And thank god that story is over.

Sonic Spin City

Writer/Pencils: Michael Gallagher Colors: Josh and Aimeee Ray

Michael Gallagher, over the course of the comics, has gone from one of the series' main writers to basically a guest writer who's brought on every once in a while for special occasions. In this case, he even makes his return as a penciller! Unfortunately, his goofy writing style has begun to clash with the much more serious plots of these later issues, and this story is no exception. It's entirely unclear about whether we're supposed to take this story as actual canon, as a story from an alternate zone, or as just a silly joke story that doesn’t mean anything - and while I tend to try to avoid looking at non-canon materials in this review series (I've already skipped a few stories and issues for exactly this reason), the ambiguity of this one forces me to cover it. In addition, I don't even know why Josh and "Aimeee" were credited as colorists for this story, considering the entire thing is black and white with no color to be found.

Much like the first story of StH#52, this story has the flair of an old detective serial. Sonic is wandering the streets on a rainy night when two swatbots ambush him. Of course, two swatbots are no match.

What does a swatbot need matches for? Eh, whatever. Sonic races over to Rusty's, a hangout for abandoned badniks, and orders himself a "chili dog float," which in addition to sounding absolutely disgusting doesn't even seem like something a bar for robots would serve in the first place. As he takes his seat, the lights go out, and… this abomination emerges onto the stage.

Yes. The badniks are going wild for a swatbot with tits dancing seductively on a stage for them. What is she gonna do, plug them into a wall outlet? They even start screaming out for "the stretch," and appear to get even hornier as she massively elongates her legs for them. I mean, just, what? I swear, Michael, if we get one more weird borderline-sex thing like this from you in this comic, my eyes are gonna pop out of my head like Natsuki. A bot grabs the dancer's ankle, and she's thrown off balance and crashes down, with the head popping off to reveal that underneath, it's Bunnie in disguise.

You know, after her claim all those issues back that she's a "sax cymbal," I'm not even gonna contest the idea that she'd do a sexy dance during infiltration for a mission. Hell, I get the impression she'd do one anyway just for fun back in Knothole if she got the chance. You might also notice her arm is the arm from her old design, and that coupled with Sonic's own design seems to indicate that if this took place at all in actual canon, it was before Eggman's return, though I'm immensely skeptical that this is supposed to be canon at all. Sonic and Bunnie take out the rest of Rusty's customer base, and then evacuate before the last swatbot activates its self-destruct chip, blowing the place sky high. Congratulations, nothing important was accomplished in this issue and nobody cares!

It's kinda sad that the final Sonic Super Special turned out to be so low-quality, honestly. However, this marks a bit of a turning point in the comic. For the first time in its entire run, from now on, there are no more special issues, no sister series, no miniseries, nothing. From the next issue, all the way to almost the 200th, with one exception in the form of a Free Comic Book Day issue, there are absolutely no interruptions from issue to issue. While this may not seem too notable at first, since we've just been reading everything in mostly-chronological order anyway, keep in mind that as far as the comic is concerned we're still in the year 2000, with a mere seven years having passed from the beginning of the comic all the way to now over the course of 159 issues. Over the course of the next 106 issues, we're going to blaze through nine years of comic history, meaning that the story is going to flow a lot faster, with more plot points being covered in a shorter amount of time. While this does make the order of issues a lot easier to follow, since there's no questions about which issue fits in where or anything, I am sad to see all the special issues go, as I quite enjoyed how they served to break up the flow of the comic as a whole with special stories and side content. Though we're still in the middle of our current plot era, we're entering into a new era of the comic as a whole, where we've got a straight shot through the next hundred issues. So I say - let's do it to it!

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sonic super special 15 #writer: ken penders #writer: michael gallagher #pencils: many hands #pencils: michael gallagher #colors: joshua d ray #colors: aimee r ray

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embracehappy · 6 years ago

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Tour starts today! and I had a dream (AU vibes)

HAPPY DAY 1 OF TOUR! We love our dude and he even managed to sneak into my dreamland last night. I hope you all get the opportunity to see Shawn at some point over the next year! This tour is gonna be so good!

So this is silly, but here’s what I dreamt last night:

So somehow I had gotten tickets to the opening show - on the floor, in the center, second row from the stage. And somehow I had gotten there really early before like almost any crowds had started filling the arena. And suddenly a few stadium people come out and they started taking down the seats in the front row. I ask what they’re doing. They said that it was confirmed the whole first row wasn’t coming and the since show starts soon so they’re just removing the seats and giving the second row a better view. (weird) So now I’m sitting first row with some space for dancing right next to the stage. I take note of my surroundings. The arena has started to fill up, but not really. Also the person seated to my left is now here. (We’ll name him Tim) I knew him in high school and quit frankly I didn’t and still don’t like him that much. He’s annoying. But he starts trying to make small talk with me and since I’m about to have to spend this whole concert next to him, I decided that I should be nice and talk so that I can act like an idiot later when I’m singing and dancing along - No bad vibes at a Shawn concert allowed. So after a bit, the arena still isn’t as full as I think it should be (I must’ve gotten there way earlier than I thought I had. Like first in the doors when they opened or somn.) This is when it gets exciting.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a figure in a black hoody overseeing the removal of the last of the chairs. He’s on the stage but somehow almost unnoticeable. And then we make eye contact. It takes a second to register, but I quickly realize that it was indeed Shawn Mendes. I smile because I was genuinely having a good time watching the buzz in the arena grow. And then I couldn’t believe what happens next. Shawn smiles back. Then he crouches down and tells one of the arena workers something. He moves across the stage and sits on it’s edge directly in front of me. Somehow NO ONE in the arena is bothered to care that Shawn is on the stage. I walk up to the barrier with a confused look on my face and Tim follows suite. Shawn says “hi welcome to the show!” and his smile gets a little bigger and he does his grabby wave thing.

“oh! hey! Shouldn’t you be like backstage doing a meet and greet or something?”

“Oh no! It just ended and I wanted to come out and see how the crowd is forming.”

“Well this is a sold out show. So you’re crowd will love you no matter what.”

Shawn blushes and looks away.

Concern crosses my face. “wait, are you nervous? You have nothing to be afraid of we’re literally all here to see you. And honestly, even if you sound terrible and the stage falls apart, we’ll still love you and have a great time.”

Shawn chuckles. “I know. It’s just this is the first show and I want this tour to be amazing-”

“You’re going to be great.” I cut him off with a soft voice.

Shawn chuckles again. “I definitely will now that I have a friend in the front row! What’s your name?”

“Jackie” (NOT MY NAME I HAVE NO IDEA WHY MY DREAM CHOSE THIS NAME)

“Well, Jackie - When I need a familiar face I’m going to look at you during the show.”

“I’ll be here”

Shawn turns his attention to Tim, slightly curious and afraid suddenly. Almost like he just noticed the dude standing next to me.

But before Shawn can say anything, Tim slaps my shoulder and says “ Don’t worry man, she’s here for you.”

That must’ve been sufficient for Shawn, because he gives a nod to Tim and then winks at me before getting up and running off off the stage.

Tim promptly turns to me and freaks out. “Oh my gosh you just got hit on by Shawn Mendes!!”

I run a hand through my hair. “Don’t broadcast it! Who knows what kind of crazys are be listening!”

“Well, by the end of the show, they’ll all know that Shawn has eyes for you. If the concert goes anything like what just happened., Shawn will barely take his eyes off the front row.”

I blush and laugh, hiding my face. “He better not. Andrew is going to kill him”

Αnd that’s when I feel a strong tug on my arm. And then it cuts to black.

_____

I wake up and there’s beeping white.

I’m in a hospital bed. I reach for my phone and see a slew of text messages from Tim.

“Hey are you okay?” “you said you were fine when you walked out” “Where are you?” “I can’t find you” “the show starts in 5″ “Alessia is on stage” “Where the fuck are you” “Alessia is off stage and the crowd is chanting” “Shawn will be out soon” “Shawn’s on stage” “are you okay?” “Shawn looks heart broken”

And thats where the messages stop. The last one sent 15 minutes ago. I text back and let Tim know I’m in a hospital but have no idea what happened. Tim explains someone pulled my arm and I fell and hit my head. I claimed I was fine and just wanted to go splash some water on my face, so I walked out to go find a bathroom.

I must’ve passed out somewhere along the way.

A doctor walks in saying that I don’t have any sign of concussion and that I’m free to go. The excitement must have just been to much for me and I passed out, not necessarily because I hit my head, but more likely because I was overwhelmed. I make my way back to the arena.

____

At the gate, the security won’t let me in because I’ve already scanned my ticket and reentry isn’t allowed. Suddenly I recognize someone from Shawn’s team walking by. I call out and frantically explain to them that I fainted and was taken to the hospital, but was cleared and I really just wanted to watch the final portion of the concert but I can’t get back in.

Shawn team member look confused and pulls out their phone. “let me just make a quick call.” They walk out of earshot.

The team member hangs up and walks back to me and the security guards. “Okay so I just called Andrew and his description of the fainting girl looks like you, so I’m going to let you back in. But you can’t go to your seat you have to come with me.”

At this point I’m just glad I’m being allowed back in. I follow the team member around the arena and then up a bunch of stairs. Eventually we come to a door and the team member lead me inside.

It’s a box. But not just any box. It’s full of random lower level team members that don’t have jobs during the actual show itself and have no reason to be backstage. I read some of the name badges and see mostly truck drivers, but I did spot a personal trainer. The view was pretty bad considering I was originally front and center at first row, but these definitely aren’t the worst seats in the house. I shoot Tim a text with an update.

After a while I’m comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as I could get in an uncomfortable situation. I really did just want to be back on the floor. I get a text from Tim saying “he keeps looking at me, looking for you. I’m going to point to your box.”

The show continues and then when Shawn is running across the stage during the bridge of Mutual, I hear it.

“Jack come down!”

The arena screams in confusion. But I know who he’s talking to. My phone pings, no doubt a message from Tim. I’m shifting my weight trying to decide the best way to get out of the room. Mutual ends and the pause between songs seems a little longer that it should be, probably just first show hiccup I think.

Half way through the next song, Andrew busts into the box. His eyes are quickly darting around. “You! Jackie! Come on!” Andrew walks out of the room quickly, assuming I’ll follow. And he’s right, I run after him, suddenly very afraid that I’m about to get thrown out.

Andrew is mumbling something under his breathe about “of course Shawn would meet the one that faints” or something along those lines. Once we’re in an empty area, Andrew turns to me.

“Okay so here’s the thing. Shawn seems to like you I don’t know how, because there wasn’t a meet and greet and I told him directly not to go on stage prematurely. But anyway - You’re going to go back to your seat on the floor, and after the concert you’re going to stay there and not leave. Someone will come get you. Okay?”

“got it”

Andrew points to the entrance to the floor. And I walk that way holding up my floor wristband to be allowed back in.

As soon as I walk in I feel like Shawn’s eyes are on me. He follows my walk all the way up to me seat. Where Tim had to help me reclaim dominance of the spot. Considering that I was absent for the whole show, people moved in. But once I’m standing and moving to the music I see Shawn smile as he looks away, giving the arena his attention again.

Throughout the remainder show he would occasionally look down and make eye contact with me, and I could usually see that he was trying to suppress a goofy smile, saving it for when he looked back at the crowd.

At the end of the concert, right before Shawn ran off stage he looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. And the movement was so small, but I’m pretty sure he mouthed “stay” too. Clearly not giving a fuck about the rest of his fans anymore.

I stood and I waited. The bottlenecked exit made the crowd take forever to disperse on the floor. Tim even disappeared at some point, leaving me all by myself, yet surrounded by people. After the crowd finally broke up more, a arena worker in all black comes up to me. “Jackie?”

I nod my head.

“follow me.” I follow them through a series of boundaries and hallways. All empty, until suddenly busy.

“I was told to bring you here, this is the green room. Theres couches you can sit on”

I walk into the room and find a few of Shawn’s team members in there. Most notably, Brian. I avoid them all and sit on a couch in the corner. After a few minutes Shawn busts into the room in sweat pants and a t shirt. He must have just showered really quick once he was off stage. He also has more people in tow.

He makes his way over to Brian and the crew but he’s looking around the entire time. He hugs every member in the cluster and gets pushed around by Brian and Josiah He eyes fall on me and he smiles calling out “Jackie!” Everyone turns to look at me and I see Andrew roll his eyes.

“oh hey!” Shawn walks over and grabs my hand pulling me off the couch and towards his friends.

_________

That night when checking instagram, I receive a dm notification from Shawn. It’s only one line but it stole my breath (and made me wake up)

“Do you want to come on tour?”

#shawn mendes #dream #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fic #shawn #shawn mendes fanfic #mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine

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gamerwoo · 6 years ago

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Wonwoo: All Fun and Games (part 4: gotta pay up)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

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Wonwoo shoved his phone in his pocket after reading the not-so-helpful texts from his teammates. He took a deep breath before heading out of the arena to meet you. He knew Junhui would be giving him an earful when he got back home, so he might as well try to not stress out too much, right? It was just two not-really-teammates getting some friendly ice cream.

Right?

You looked up when you saw someone walking toward your car. You were nervous it was more fans -- not that you didn’t like meeting fans, you just really wanted to go grab ice cream since it was getting late -- but you couldn’t help but smile seeing the tall boy walking toward you, keeping his eyes on the ground as he slid his round glasses up the bridge of his nose.

‘Wow, he’s even more handsome in person,’ you thought to yourself.

You didn’t know much about him outside of OWL except that his real name was just his gamertag but...spelled with more letters. Wonwoo seemed awkward and quiet, and he typically kept to himself. You never spoke to him until the day before when you’d tweeted at him and found out he had a love for memes -- and cats, according to his Twitter bio -- just like you did. So maybe going out with him for ice cream wouldn’t be too awkward.

“Hey!” you greeted him when he was a few feet away.

He looked up, his cheeks a light shade of pink as he flashed you a warm smile that almost took your breath away. “Hello.”

‘When did they start accepting models into OWL?’

“Did you wanna walk or drive there, loser?” you teased, swinging the keys on your lanyard around so the fabric would wrap and unwrap around your hand.

He smirked, rolling his eyes. “Well, since you won, I won’t make you waste your gas. There’s an ice cream shoppe on the strip a few blocks away.”

Apparently, his awkwardness had easily melted away with your teasing. That was decent information to know in case it got kind of weird again. You followed him as he turned to walk away, putting your keys in your pocket and letting your little D.Va lanyard hang out and sway against your black joggers.

The two of you made small talk, asking about the game and telling each other you played well. Wonwoo had gotten swapped out the last round, so you were a little salty you couldn’t do the tiebreaker against him, and he laughed when you told him that.

“Did you want to kick my ass specifically?” he chuckled, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his joggers.

“You were the one talking shit, Wonwoo.” you smiled, gently nudging him with your elbow.

“It was not shit talking,” he corrected, “it was just friendly banter. If you say it was shit talking, somebody will fine me.”

“Ah, right.” you nodded, rolling your eyes. “Well, Wonwoo, you’re a pretty good sport. You even kept your promise after the loss. Most guys would’ve been too pissed to do anything afterwards.”

“You mean like Jun?”

“Specifically, I was thinking of Jake from the Outlaws, but also Jun, yeah. How do you work with him?”

“He’s not that mean...” he trailed off, thinking about how much of an earful he was going to get after getting back to the team house.

You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a soft sigh as you reached the strip Wonwoo was talking about. “Actually, he...kinda scares me. I feel like he actually doesn’t like me.”

Wonwoo shrugged. “He takes the ‘rivalry’ thing too seriously. He really wants that number one spot.”

“So does Seungcheol.” you laughed dryly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love him to death -- he really is like an older brother to me -- but he gets...intense. He wants us all to take the game as seriously as him, but I just like doing this because it’s fun. Yeah, I need the money but I just...really like playing Overwatch with my team. That’s it, really.”

“But that’s sweet.” he admitted with a soft smile, holding the door to the pastel-themed shoppe open for you. “It’s nice to just play it because you enjoy it. I think that’s why it should be played.”

You entered the shoppe, your eyes scanning the large menu of flavors as soon as you entered. “Playing games for enjoyment? Pfft, good one.”

Wonwoo just chuckled as he entered behind you, standing on your right side as he stared at the board as well. You were somehow more charming in person, and he wanted to just hold your hand and tell you that then and there. But he didn’t have the guts to, so he kept quiet.

His eyes caught one of the items on the menu, and he gently nudged your arm to get your attention. “I think you deserve one of those flower ice creams for winning.”

You glanced over to where his slender finger was pointing, quickly shaking your head. “Wonwoo, those are more expensive.”

“You won the bet, right?” he shrugged, already taking his wallet out of his pocket. “What flavors do you like?”

“Wonwoo...” you whined softly.

He thought it was the most adorable thing, chuckling as he stepped up to the counter. “C’mon mochi, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Fine,” you sighed, “I like peppermint stick.”

Proud that he won, he flashed you a toothy grin before he turned to the man at the register. Wonwoo wasn’t really fluent in English like you were, though, but instead of taking over, you just quietly told him the words he needed whenever he got stuck. You stood slightly behind and to the side of him, so you saw his cheeks blushing red as you gave him the little bit of help he needed.

And God, did you think it was so adorable.

“You seem like the kind of person to like soft serve vanilla ice cream.” you giggled after Wonwoo paid, and the man went to go get the ice cream he’d ordered.

Wonwoo’s face turned an even deeper red, as he couldn’t tell if you were trying to call him vanilla or not. He just gave you a slight pout as he put his card back in his wallet. “Hey, what’s wrong with vanilla?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “It’s no fun.”

‘Really? Sexual innuendos, ___?’ you asked yourself, internally slapping yourself in the forehead.

“At least get twist.” you quickly added to seem less creepy.

But Wonwoo didn’t think it was creepy. He watched your streams all the time -- he wasn’t subscribed because he didn’t want you to think that he was creepy, but he still watched -- so he knew this what you were usually like anyway. You were goofy and silly, and it was one of the things that he liked about you. You didn’t seem to notice that he watched, though, since you never mentioned anything.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.” he chuckled with a nod as he took his cone from the man, who then went to get yours. But Wonwoo quickly realized what he had said, and backtracked. “I mean, like, uh-”

“If you win next time we face each other, I’ll take you for ice cream.” you promised with a smile, internally freaking out because Wonwoo was somehow more adorable when he got flustered.

How could somebody who looked so serious all the time be so goddamn precious?

After Wonwoo was handed your cone, he handed it off to you. You couldn’t help but gasp and smile, because even though you’d been in LA for a while now, you’d never gotten a flower ice cream before.

Wonwoo thought you reaction was adorable, chuckling to himself as he watched you admire it. “Are you going to stare at it or eat it?”

“I don’t think I can eat it.” you told him as he led the way out, opening the door for you again. “It’s too pretty to eat.”

“Here, I’ll help you.” he told you before he nudged one of the petals into your nose, getting pink ice cream on your face.

You gasped, feeling the cold hit your skin as Wonwoo let out a deep, loud laugh. “Wonwoo!”

“Mochi!” he imitated.

“You can just call me _____, you know.” you told him, taking the napkin he offered. “Hey, unless you prefer mochi.”

“I would say you can just call me my name but...my tag is my name.” he shrugged, taking a lick of his ice cream. “You can call me Woo like Hoshi and Dino do.”

“Oh yeah, you’re friends with them, right?” you asked.

He furrowed his brows, looking at you as the two of you walked back to the arena parking lot. “How’d you know that?”

“I...follow you on Twitter, dude.” you reminded him with a laugh.

Well, that was partly how you knew. You were actually a fan of their podcast -- you even had their notifications turned on for a while because you kept up with it so closely before you were a pro, but you had to turn off Hoshi’s because he never shut up -- but you weren’t going to tell Wonwoo that. What if he thought you were weird?

His ears turned pink with embarrassment, nodding. “Right, I forgot.”

As you walked back to the parking lot, the two of you spoke about other things, like how Wonwoo enjoyed reading, and how you lived at the team house with most of the team -- except Hongbin and Mingyu, and occasionally Seungcheol when he would stay at the coach’s house since they were good friends.

By the time the two of you reached your car, you realized Wonwoo wasn’t as intimidating as he looked. He was incredibly funny, he had the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen, and he liked a lot of the same things you did. You were surprised you never tried becoming friends with him before -- you know, other than the fact he intimidated the hell out of you with how serious he always looked in matches.

“This was fun.” you decided as you walked up to your car. “I should bet against you more often.”

“Gambling is against the rules, _____.” Wonwoo smirked playfully. “I’ll tell on you.”

“Right, sorry.” you rolled your eyes with a scoff. “So...would it be weird to get your number? You know, just so I know you get back okay.”

Wonwoo swore his heart stopped then. “Y-yeah! Uh, here.”

The two of you exchanged phones, punched in your respective numbers, and handed them back. You unlocked your car after and opened the door.

“So, I’ll see you around.” you said kind of awkwardly, not really knowing how to say goodbye.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a polite smile, “drive safe.”

“You too.”

With that, you got into your car and closed the door. After you’d driven off, all you could think about was Wonwoo. Even after you got back to the team house and went to your room, you were too focused on what happened with Wonwoo. It didn’t help that he was the only thing your viewers spoke about in chat during your stream, either.

But hey, you weren’t complaining.

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fandomwritingsgalore · 7 years ago

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Heads Up for a Fairytale (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cavity inducing fluff, slight cursing, bit more angst in this chapter

Part: 3/??, Read more here

Description: Reader and her friend take a trip to Walt Disney World and happen to run into one Chris Evans while waiting in line to board Space Mountain. To pass the time you decide to play the game “Head’s Up.” From pop culture references, flirty looks and Chris being his silly flirty self, you never thought waiting in a line could be so much fun. But the Disney magic has to end eventually…doesn’t it?

Author’s Note: This chapter tends to lean a little more heartwarming than previous, but I want reader and Chris to explore their connection. But, also Star Lord is a favorite of mine so I had to play with his character. Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name

Word Count: 5.9k

“So what did he say when you told him?” Y/F/N and you were browsing the mug wall in Mickeys of Hollywood while Chris took a phone call outside the store. Fantasmic was in two hours and you were killing time until the show.

You set down a coffee mug with an intricate Ariel sketching you’d been holding and side eyed her. “It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it. This is going to be so much more difficult than I planned. He’s just so,” you paused searching for the right word to describe the pull you felt for him, “so magnetic.” You shook your head to clear it. “That’s cliche, right?”

You chuckled and reached for the red and blue patterned Mushu mug within your grasp that you’d been eyeing all day to give your hands something to fiddle with.

Y/F/N shrugged as she scanned the wall, “Probably, but he does have a certain magnetism about him. It’s part of what makes him a great actor, I guess. And the fact that he comes off very genuine. He’s willing to do the whole friendship test thing, though?”

“Friendship trial. And yes. Although, he seemed a bit disappointed when I pitched it.”

“Well, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say he probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ from women to often.” She laughed looking over at you. “It’s just you who’s crazy enough to make him work for it.”

You blushed and hurriedly turned to another section of the wall. “It’s not like that. I just don’t want to rush things.”

“Why though?” she prodded you, knowing all to well you were trying to hide the truth again.

You sighed and absentmindedly ran your hands along the row of mugs. “I know I’ve just met him but, I- I have this feeling, crazy as it is, or as I may be, that this could be something great. But, if I’m just a fling or a-” you shuddered at the thought, “or, God forbid, a pity distraction that he’ll forget about once he’s back in Hollywood, then I don’t want to get attached.” You swallowed the lump that grew in your throat while you spoke. “It’ll only hurt more when he leaves.” You took a deep cleansing breath. It was quite freeing finally telling her your real worries about this madness.

Y/F/N touched your shoulder softly and gave a sympathetic smile. “I saw the way he looked at you this morning, you’re not a fling and you are no one’s distraction. I think the fact that he’s willing to do things your way means he genuinely cares about you. Plus, it’s good to put him through his paces a little. Makes sure that Boston boy knows you’re not someone to mess with.” She smirked and went look through the trading pin racks.

You smiled at her words and followed along. She always knew how to ease your fears. You didn’t know what you’d do without her. “Oh, I think he’s already seen I can handle my own, but he doesn’t make it easy. I about turned into a puddle at his feet earlier.” You laughed and hugged the Mushu cup closer in embarrassment at the memory.

She grinned devilishly, “It’s definitely going to be fun to see you try to hold back from him all week. You’ve wanted to jump his bones for years.”

 You swatted her arm as you tried and failed to hide your grin.

“It’s true!” She said loudly, “You don’t expect me to believe you’ll be able to hold out from taking full advantage of that superhero body, do you? I give it three days, tops.”

“Stop it!” You shushed her while trying to hold back laughter. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you sometimes.”

“Because you love me.” You stuck your tongue out at her and she giggled, “And he did say he does all his own fingering…”

Your mouth dropped, “Oh my God, I can’t with you!” You ducked your head in embarrassment as you started walking to the t-shirts on the other side of the store to get away from her teasing.

“And that he could do it all day!” she shouted after you. A few heads turned towards her as you walked past.

“Done!” You yelled back.

“Done with what?”

You turned to see a charmingly confused Chris sliding his phone into his pocket by the side doorway.

You blushed, “Done shopping, I meant.”

He smiled and motioned to the mug in your hand, “You going to buy that or are you trying to make a quick getaway?”

“Quick getaway, but apparently I’m not quick enough.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, you stole my heart pretty quickly,” his eyes widened in amusement and his mouth opened in a ta-da grin. That was possibly the cheesiest line you’d ever heard, but coming from him it was a little endearing.

“Wowww,” you drew out with a disbelieving laugh, “Proud of that one are you?”

“I’d say so, yeah,” he beamed, clearly pleased with himself.

You patted his bicep with a sympathetic nod, “Don’t quit your day job, sweetie.”

He threw his head back as though wounded and grabbed his chest in mock hurt, “Ouch, what a way to cut a man, Y/N.”

“You’ll live,” you chuckled as you made your way to the register. You asked the cast member to send the mug back to the hotel for pick up tomorrow and as she went wrap it, Chris leaned his tall frame against the counter next to you.

“And I thought you said no cute couple names. So eager to break the rules already, babe?” he taunted with a dark glint in his eyes. You gulped at the intensity of his gaze. He wasn’t touching you, but if you moved a few centimeters to the left you would be pressed flush against him. If he’d only move a little closer…

Suddenly, the realization of his precise placement hit you. He was respecting the rules of the friendship trial, but making it clear you could break them any time you wanted. The idea was more than tempting. Your knees got weak at the memory of his words from earlier, ’you don’t have to kiss to be intimate.’ Jesus, the way he could go from a goofy meatball one minute to a fucking sex god the next was frustrating as hell.

 Before you could respond, the worker returned and you finished paying. Chris coughed and pushed off the counter, tugging his hat down to hide his face. He was still centimeters away, but he made no move to close the distance. You thanked the cast member and accepted the receipt before turning the opposite direction of Chris to find Y/F/N. You thought back to your earlier worries and quickly got control of your hormones. The friendship trial was a good idea.

You spotted her still checking out the pins and started weaving through the racks towards her.

“So, what’s our next stop?” Chris asked, following behind you.

“We could go grab a bite to eat?” You suggested reaching Y/F/N.

She shrugged with a frown, “I’m still kind of full from lunch right now. What about Star Lord and Baby Groot? We haven’t met them or any of the Star Wars characters yet. And Quill was your number one meet on this trip during planning.” She hid her smirk as you started walking out of the store and into the busy street.

You spluttered as Chris raised an eyebrow appraisingly, “I was- he was not- for Baby Groot not-Captain America s’my favorite.” You clamped your mouth shut and felt your cheeks blazing red, and not from the sun.

He chuckled quietly as you made your way past the Chinese Theater.

“Aw I’m going to miss Great Movie Ride,” you lamented, effectively changing the subject.

“Yeah, it was a classic, if a little outdated.” He looked wistfully at the tall red pillars that flanked the entrance to the now closed ride.

“Indiana Jones was my favorite set on it.”

“Mine too!” He said excitedly. “Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes?” He quoted, dropping his voice into a gruff scratchy tone that did oddly sound like Harrison Ford.

“Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.” You quoted back doing your own best Indy impression, which only made him laugh harder.

“It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage.” And although he affectionately chucked you on the chin, you had to admit that line sent shivers down your spine with the way he drawled out the words.

The moment was quickly squashed as he pointed dramatically at a random trashcan and shouted, “That belongs in a museum!”

“You guys are such nerds,” Y/F/N sighed, rolling her eyes. She gripped her bag and skipped down the steps of Animation Courtyard.

“You there! Halt!” a robotic voice shouted from behind you. Your heart pounded as you froze in fear wondering what the hell you all did to be shouted at. Chris had both his hands up in surrender near his face and you met his eyes in worry before he peeked over his shoulder.

He let out a loud laugh of relief and dropped his hands. You hesitated for a second before quickly turning your head to see why he was no longer in defense mode.

The sight that met your eyes had you internally cringing in embarrassment at the fact that you very much thought you were about to be banned from Disney World forever. The only thing you were in danger of though was pissing off the first order.

Two stormtroopers were your assailants.

“Don’t be alarmed!” one said as they neared you. They wore the full white and black stormtrooper armor along with the voice masking modulator.

“Too late for that dude,” Y/F/N said, taking a step back nervously.

“Careful citizen, there are resistance fighters in the area,” one walked up extremely close to Chris and eyed him up and down.

A crowd was beginning to form as they watched the troopers. It wasn’t like they were hard to miss. You saw Chris reflexively tense and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly at the close proximity of both the stormtrooper and the encroaching crowd. He glanced at you with a complete look of helplessness. You felt a sudden surge of protectiveness flood through your body. You knew his fear was more from the crowd than the cast member, but you had to get him out of there. You glanced around to Y/F/N as an idea struck.

She was watching the interaction and frowned as she saw Chris’s impending anxiety attack. She looked to you for guidance as you motioned your head from her to Chris and over to the entrance of The Little Mermaid show, aka ‘get Chris and get him out of here.’ She nodded in understanding.

“The resistance is closer than you think,” you said fiercely, playing along so the attention would shift to you so Chris and Y/F/N could move a little more out of sight of the crowd. The trooper turned to you and moved into your personal space. They towered over you, but up close they weren’t very intimidating. This could be fun.

“Let me see your identification,” the robotic voice commanded.

“Best damn pilot in the galaxy ring any bells?” You cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms smoothly. The crowd whooped at the reference and you saw Y/F/N and Chris slip safely into the shade of the building.

The trooper stepped back in shock as he tapped his friend on the shoulder and pointed at you, “Captain Phasma will hear about this.” They were very good at conveying emotions even though their faces were covered.

“Be sure to tell her Finn says hello,” you smiled knowingly. A small girl in a Rey costume clapped and gave a loud “ohh.”

“The first order will be victorious!”

“Never tell me the odds.” The small crowd cheered as you stared down the duo. The surge of adrenaline in you veins was intoxicating as you faced down the first order.

As they began to move away to continue their patrol, the Stormtrooper who originally confronted Chris pointed his index and middle finger first at his eyes and then towards you as he said, “I’m watching you.”

You tilted your chin defiantly, “Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.”

The crowd began to disperse as you watched them interact with the small Rey from earlier who was shooting daggers with a venomous glare their way. You grinned and turned to find Chris and Hayleigh walking back towards you.

“That was awesome!” she squealed grabbing your upper arms and shaking you in excitement. You giggled at her overzealousness. You felt Chris’s eyes on you and the familiar blush started rising on your neck. “I’ve never seen you like that before. The way you just stood up to them as they came at Chris. You were incredible!”

  “We should probably hurry before the Star Lord meet closes,” you mumbled sheepishly shrugging off her compliments in embarrassment.

You resumed the walk down Pixar Place towards the “One Man’s Dream” building where the Star-Lord and Baby Groot meet and greet were held and as you finally reached the building Y/F/N wandered off to check out the displays further in.

You and Chris fell into step and slowly took in the exhibit. Standing in front of an old sketch of the Disneyland castle in California, you could feel the warmth from Chris’ tall frame next to you even though you weren’t touching him. You turned slightly to see him examining the artwork with a small frown on his forehead from concentration. You watched him fondly as he mouthed the words while reading the plaque next to the picture.

You smiled. You liked it when he was close. It felt comforting in a way that was hard to describe. For all the puppy like energy and flirty remarks you knew he had in him, he also possessed a very calming presence that was nice to have nearby.

“You know, I’ve always thought Steve Rogers has some Indiana Jones tendencies,” you mused, interrupting his train of thought. He raised his eyebrows questioningly as you began to ramble your reasoning, “Well, both fight for the little guys. Both put theirselves in unnecessary dangers. And they’re both good men who don’t hesitate to fight for what’s right when the time comes. Growing up watching Indiana Jones is why I think I immediately loved Steve Rogers so much. They’re a lot alike.”

“…And both hate Nazis.” Chris bit his plump bottom lip as he thought over the theory before nodding in agreement, “I’ve never thought about Cap that way, but you’re right. That’s so cool. I love how passionate you are about things like that. It’s really beautiful.”

“Wow, uh, thanks,” you said stunned. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever told me something like that.” You ducked your head in embarrassment.

He nudged your shoulder as you continued walking “You deserve to hear it.” He eyed you over with a calculating look, “Because it’s true. You’re a very honest person who says what’s on your mind. I try to be like that but, with my job…” He trailed off lost in thought and sighed. He nervously tugged his hat again, “Most people are always pretending to be someone they’re not to impress others. It’s hard to know when someone is being genuine with me because of my job. It’s refreshing to meet someone who isn’t afraid to let others see their truth.”

“Trust me, I sometimes wish my mouth would listen to my brain before blurting out whatever passes through it. I’m usually more truthful when I’m nervous, or tipsy.” You giggled as he let out a loud laugh.

“Thanks for that earlier,” Chris whispered quietly enough for only you to hear, passing through a group. You looked over to him in confusion. His long fingers grazed your arm affectionately, “I know you stood up to that Stormtrooper for me. To let me get away from the crowd. And I’m grateful you did.” He clasped your hand tightly trying to convey the words he couldn’t say. “You’re very brave.”

“I’m not brave,” You scoffed, shrugging off his words. He was probably just being nice. “You. You’re brave. You have criticism and hate thrown at you on a daily basis from complete strangers who feel they have a right to your life and still stay kind and down to earth and do what you do. That’s bravery.”

He shook his head turning to fully stare at you. His eyes seemed to have a sadness to them in this moment that you’d never seen in them before, “Being brave isn’t just about the face you show to the world, you know. Someone who saves the world isn’t any braver than a kid who choses to enter a talent show that they think they’ll lose or asking the person you like out for the first time. Bravery is about choosing to do the thing you fear. No matter how small. Being brave is living.”

You cast your eyes down, intimated by the intensity in his gaze. You’d never thought of it that way. You supposed when you grow up thinking that bravery is something reserved for superheroes and firefighters you forget that the small things make us brave, too. Even you. Without letting you talk yourself out of it, you looped your arm through Chris’. He looked down in shock, but didn’t pull away.   

“Just trying to be a little braver,” you said with a small smile. His eyes sparkled and he mirrored your smile as he tucked your hand into the crook of his arm and placed his other hand over it.

You continued through the exhibit until you reached the entrance for the meet and greet. The room was designed to look like space. The walls had moving galaxies projected onto them that looked like you were entering from the outside of a spaceship to the inside. The floor had silver arrows doing weird zigzags to direct people the way the line was supposed to flow. Y/F/N waved you over near the front and you both hurriedly made your way over to her, apologizing to the others you had to squeeze through.

“You know, today, I feel like Indiana Jones.” He said holding his hands up into the shape of a heart with a cheesy smile. “Because you are the treasure I’m looking for.”

“How many of those do you have?” You laughed.

“Follow me,” the cast member said motioning to your group.

“I guess you’re going to have to find out,” he winked as you made your way into what looked like a spaceship’s workshop. You were all ushered into the corner of the room to wait your turn behind two families.

“Thanks for holding our spot,” you quickly whispered to Y/F/N.

 “You’re lucky you showed up when you did or else I was going to get Quill all to myself,” she grinned.

As one family finished up and the next moved forward, you gasped. Baby Groot was quite possibly the cutest thing you had ever seen in your life. And, you had to admit, Star Lord wasn’t bad himself.

“You know if this thing doesn’t work out with Chris, Star Lord seems like a good alternative,” Y/F/N whispered, echoing your thoughts. You heard Chris huff in annoyance behind you both.

“You can put your bags down here,” the attendant motioned over to the wall on the left. Y/F/N and you hurriedly took off your bags and set them down on the floor. She adjusted her ears as you turned around to see Star Lord walking over.

“Well, hey there!” His loud voice singsonged. He held out his arms for a hug, which you eagerly obliged to. He wrapped you in his leather clad embrace in a tight bear hug that made you giggle. He even smelled good. He slung an arm around your waist and walked you over to the work station where Baby Groot was standing. He jokingly made a ‘stay’ motion with both hands before returning for Y/F/N. You beamed. You could already tell this was going to be a great character interaction.

You noticed Chris had followed and was not so subtly glaring after the actor with his arms tightly crossed. He wasn’t jealous, was he? You nudged his side playfully, “Be cool, Evans.” He glanced down at you with a frown. “He’s not Hemsworth, remember.” You gave a teasing smile.

He took another moment to pout before giving in and chuckling. “Hemsworth is much prettier,” he stated as Y/F/N and Star Lord made their way over, chatting amicably.

“I am Groot!” You heard a tiny voice on the left say, and Chris and you both turned to stare down at Baby Groot, who looked extremely life like.

“Hi Groot!” You said excitedly, “How are you?”

“I am Groot. I am Groot!” the little tree said with a smile moving his small head back and forth in a conversational manner.

“Ah, do you speak tree, too?” Star Lord asked you, coming up beside you.

“Only a few phrases,” you joked.

“I would have though those large ears on your heads would be translators.” He pointed to you and Y/F/N’s Mickey ears.

You laughed and reached up to touch the Captain America ears. “No these just help me track superheroes,” you said as Chris chuckled.

“So that must be how you found me!” Star Lord said with a smug smile. “Either that or Rocket’s been messing with the ship’s navigation again. Because I am way to good to be caught.”

“I am Groot!” Groot shouted in a offended voice.

“I don’t want to hear it Groot, you know Rocket’s taken the ship apart for less,” he fussed back at the tiny tree.

You beamed. This guy was fantastic!

“By the way,” Peter said suddenly, clapping a hand on Chris’s shoulder, startling him, “has anyone ever told you, you look like a buddy of mine who goes by the name of Captain America?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Chris exploded in laughter. He gripped Peter’s shoulder leaning into him and grabbed at his chest as though this was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. You saw the cast members giggling knowingly in your direction as they watched the interaction while the photographer snapped away with pic after pic. Your mouth matched Y/F/N’s amused grin as your eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them waiting to see what Chris would do.

“You know, I have heard that a time or two. He and I are really close though, you could almost say we’re the same person,” Chris wiped a tear from his eye, “but he’s totally more handsome than me.”

Peter narrowed his eyes appraisingly before clasping Chris on both arms and squeezing his biceps as though sizing him up. He was Chris’s height, which made the situation that much funnier.

He nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, you’re definitely smaller.”

You snorted and quickly covered your mouth as Chris stuck his tongue out at you. You lifted your hands in a ‘it was funny, what do you want me to do’ manner.

“Hopefully not where it counts, am I right,” Peter nudged you suggestively.

Oh my God. Did he just? Your brain short circuited for a hot second before you leaned on Y/F/N in support as you both doubled over, unable to hold back your roaring laughter. This was now officially the best character interaction you’d ever had. This actor is definitely channeling his inner Chris Pratt and you were living for it. Chris’s jaw dropped in amused outrage.

“That’s cold!” He shook his head with a huff. “And here I thought we were friends Quill!” He crossed his well defined arms with a pointed look in your direction, “I’ll have you know, there’s nothing about me that’s small, muscles or otherwise.”

“That’s what they all say,” Peter loudly whispered in you and Y/F/N’s direction.

“I am Groot!” Groot pronounced.

“Yes, you’re right Groot, I’m being mean.” He gave a sorrowful nod to Chris, “I’m sorry Cap clone. You’re the perfect super soldier size just the way you are. But if you do see the real Stevie can you ask him if I can still be an Avenger? I even have a few mixtapes all ready for our battle intro. Although I’m torn between Danger Zone and Eye of the Tiger.”

You smiled, “But Fight For Your Right would make an epic montage.”

He nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, that is going on the list!” He motioned to the cast members, “Please write Fight For Your Right down for Gamora to add to my music rectangle. But don’t let Drax know, or else he’ll want to add those wailing gorilla sounds again he called galaxy instrumentals.”

“I am Groot,” Groot said sadly and Peter shuddered.

“Yeah, they were pretty bad.” He clapped his hands and beamed, “So I guess you guys want a photo with the one and only Star Lord?”

“Yes, please!” Y/F/N said excitedly.

She rushed to stand under his right arm as you moved over to his left. You all shifted so Groot would be in the shot. He smiled as Chris’s hand slid across your back to your hip where he lightly held onto you. You could feel its weight and were suddenly struck by just how large his hands were on your body. You forced yourself to breath and give a relaxed smile for the camera as a clicking sound went off a few times.

“Oh, could we do one where we’re ‘in love’ with you while Chris crosses his arms pouting?” You recalled a similar convention photo like this with Chris and Sebastian and always thought it was cute. Considering the interaction you’d had with Star Lord, you thought it would be a fun photo.

“Absolutely!” Peter enthused as Chris chuckled but got willingly into position for the photo.

Y/F/N and you both lightly grabbed onto Peter’s jacket in over exaggerated awe as he cocked an eyebrow with a smug smile in Chris’s direction.

“Thank you so much,” you gushed.

“Aww, anything for my fans,” Peter said giving you another tight bear hug, before doing the same to Y/F/N as you and Chris walked over to scan your magic bands to claim the photos.

“You guys were really cute,” the cast member held out the scanner. “Thank you for coming!”

Peter saluted as you waved goodbye and made your way into the makeshift Guardians of the Galaxy gift shop that was set up outside the exit.

“That. Was. Amazing!” You squealed grabbing Chris’s bicep in excitement. “By far my favorite character meet ever!”

“He was so freaking hot,” Y/F/N all but moaned trying to peek back into the room before you pulled her unwillingly away.

“He was alright,” Chris muttered clearly annoyed.

“Don’t be jealous, Evans, it doesn’t suit you,” she teased as you started back through the exhibit hall.

“I am not jealous.” Chris pouted angrily, but you could see a faint redness cover his ears. You smirked. He was totally jealous and it was adorable.

You checked the time on your phone and gasped. “Oh shit, we have to go guys. The show is going to start in 45 minutes. We need to make sure we get good seats.”

You quickly made your way towards the entrance for the long walk to Fantasmic. It seemed the rest of the park was heading there, too. The crowd pressed the three of you together as you got closer in a semi-shuffle. Out of habit, you reflexively grabbed Y/F/N and Chris’s hands so no one would get separated in the onslaught of humanity. He raised an eyebrow amused at your parental move. 

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to disappear,” you laughed nervously.

He shifted his hand to lace his fingers in yours and rubbed small circles on the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb, “Never.”

You made your way into the arena and your breath caught as you stared at the tall cliffs and lights where the show would take place. It was stunning and it wasn’t even lit up yet. Everyone was ushered to the mid left of the stadium style seating and in a row about half way up the bottom of the section. Y/F/N dropped your hand as you all sat down. Chris unlaced your fingers in a silent ‘this isn’t part of the rules’ gesture. You sighed and pulled away but could still feel the ghost of his thumb on the back of your hand. You missed its warmth.

As though the Disney overlords heard your plea, a cast member called out to your section, “Would everyone please stand up and move to the left. Please move down to the end of the row and fill all available space.”

As one, everyone scooted over as much as possible until your thighs and the upper half of your body was pressed tightly between your best friend and Chris freaking Evans.

You leaned forward from your cramped position to see if there was a bit of room by Chris for him to move over a little. There was a person size gap on Chris’s right that his neighbor hadn’t filled, but he’d purposely gotten as close as physically possible. You could already hear his excuse, ‘they said all the way to the left’ and blushed. He wanted to be close to you.

You sat back as giddiness threatened to overtake your senses. He had to though, you logically argued with yourself. They specifically said ‘fill all available space,’ that’s all there is to it. It would be very rude of you to have him move over to take up more space when that could very well be needed by other people. It was the right thing to do. Totally not self-serving in the least…

You noticed Y/F/N scoot a few more centimeters over into the tiny empty space she’d left herself to give you more room. She motioned with her head that you could stretch out a bit more if you wanted, but you gave a curt shake of your head ‘no.’ She looked down to where you were pressed against Chris’s side and gave a cheshire cat worthy grin before turning back to the stage as the lights dimmed and the show started.

...

“So, where should we meet up tomorrow morning?” Chris asked, munching on a pretzel as you all sat on the ground eating your snacks in front of the Chinese theater, waiting for the crowds to ease up after Fantasmic. The show was just as incredible as you remembered.

“We have a breakfast reservation at Chef Mickey’s at 8:30 a.m., if you’d like to come?” You ventured hopefully, swallowing a large gulp of your drink. “I’m sure it’s ok if we add one person to the reservation.”

“That’ll work. Plus, then I can get the rundown on what the plans for the week are,” he said taking another bite.

“When are your meetings?” Y/F/N asked from his other side. “This way we can try to plan around them.” She dusted the churro sugar off of her hands as Chris chewed slowly contemplating his answer.

“Uh, well, they’re, uh,” his fingers fidgeted with the paper his pretzel was wrapped in. “They’re mostly early morning, like before 6 a.m., timezones and stuff you know, and they, uh, shouldn’t last more than a half hour.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion, “Why would they make you stay for half hour meetings? That seems kind of inconvenient and unnecessary.”

He shrugged, “Dunno. I just go where Marvel tells me.”

“Oh Marvel, huh?” Y/F/N questioned mischievously. “Anything to do with Infinity War, perhaps?”

“Now you know if I tell you, I’ll have to kill you,” he sneakily looked around, “they have snipers everywhere.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” she said, smiling smugly. “But we should probably leave. We have an early morning tomorrow and it’s getting late.”

You nodded in agreement. It was late. But after the show, you’d gotten a bite to eat and had a good time chatting as the park died down. It was nice.

You all stood and threw the trash. You looked around at all of the lit neon signs. “Disney parks at closing are always so nostalgic, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, they have this vibe of leaving and coming home at the same time, like-” Chris mused as you strolled under the bright signs.

“Like, they’ll always be here to welcome you back,” you finished knowing how he felt.

“Exactly,” he smiled.

You walked through the closed turnstiles and bid the cast members good night.

“You guys staying at Grand Floridian, too?” Chris asked as you approached the bus board to find your number. 

Y/F/N and you burst out laughing as you started walking again.

“What?” Chris asked bemused.

“We’re at Port Orleans Riverside, which was enough of a splurge,” you laughed. “Not everyone has superhero dollars, ya know.” You joked as Chris looked down embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you smiled saving him from further humiliation. “Grand Floridian is a bucket list goal, but not one I’ll be pursuing anytime soon.”

He nodded appraisingly, “I’d like to know what else is on your bucket list.”

“You were one,” Y/F/N mumbled quietly, as you elbowed her in the side. She groaned and rubbed the spot glaring back. You hoped Chris hadn’t heard her, but he didn’t even try to hide his beaming smile as your resort bus pulled up.

“The bus AC calls me like a siren song and I must go to her,” Y/F/N called over her shoulder with a wave. “Later Chris!”

Chris and you laughed.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then,” he said walking you to the door.

“Tomorrow,” you echoed, not wanting the first day to end.

Chris moved forward to run his fingers down your face before catching himself and pulling back with a sad smile, “Goodbye Y/N.”

“Bye Chris.”

You made your way down the relatively empty bus as it began to move. You sat in the seat across from Y/F/N and stretched out for the ride back to the resort as your phone dinged. You tiredly pulled it out to see a text from Chris. As you read his message, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

I’m glad I’m on your list…

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Caramel Macchiato

genre: fluff

member: taehyung

words: 1924

One sinful tennis all-star and an adorable puppy to-go please.

It was your final year in high school. Just a few more months of being stuck in this shithole school in this shithole town and then you would be free. You didn’t necessarily know what you would pursue after high school, nor did you really care. You just wanted to get away from the same old cliques, the same old “can you believe she slept with that guy?!,” the same old horny as hell teenage boys that just wanted to get in any girl’s pants…just thinking about the cliche toxins of high school made you recoil as you sat on the cold bleachers facing the tennis courts.

You shivered in the crisp autumn evening. The digital clock on your phone read 5:15 pm. You closed your eyes momentarily and imagined taking a hot bath and curling up under several blankets in your bed with a good book. Your dream could only be fulfilled after dropping off your best friend, the girls’ all-star tennis champion, Julie, at her home. Although waiting for Julie and the rest of the girls’ team to finish practice for the past four years has snatched two hours away from you everyday, you enjoyed having those two hours to be alone with your thoughts and far away from reality.

The soft, repetitive pinging of tennis balls and the shuffling of feet provided serene background noise to accompany your thoughts. This evening, the topic of your imagination was the hot barista from the cafe near your school. The first time you saw him was a week ago while waiting in line to order. He seemed young enough to be in high school, but his appearance was a sinful gift from the devil. You giggled at the thought of his goofy smile and how his eyes crinkled when he gave people their drinks. His somewhat messy brown hair curled ever so slightly under his cap. Under the innocent uniform of a baseball cap and a green apron lay muscular thighs and arms that stretched the tight, black clothing he wore. His jeans had rips in the knees and a little scab peeked out from one of the holes. Every movement of his arms revealed his toned biceps. Within what felt like three seconds, you found yourself at the front of the line, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as the hot mystery barista across the counter smiled kindly and awaited your order.

“Miss? Are you ready to order?” His dark eyes drifted to the growing line behind you.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry, can I get a…” In your flustered state, you completely forgot what you were planning to order. While you frantically searched the menu for a drink, you could feel his burning stare on you. All you wanted to do was get your drink and scurry the hell out of there.

“Do you have caramel macchiatos here?” you blurted.

The barista hesitated for a moment, chuckled, and said, “No, unfortunately. We only sell black coffee here.”

“O-oh, okay then…I’ll have a tall black coffee I guess.” You hated black coffee.

“I’m just kidding silly! What kind of cafe only sells black coffee? They wouldn’t make a profit!”

As if your cheeks couldn’t get any redder, your entire face became a huge tomato. How could sharing the same presence as this boy make you act so clueless? He was right, who the fuck buys black coffee? The boy giggled at your embarrassed state and grabbed a plastic cup.

“So one tall caramel macchiato. Name, please?” Cup and marker in hand, he glanced at you through his bangs.

“Y/N.” The only thing you’ve managed to say without sounding like a total idiot was your name.

“Y/N,” he repeated as he scribbled your name on the cup.

You reached into your bag for your wallet. By the time you pulled out your card to pay, he had already whisked away to the brewing station.

“Don’t worry,” he called out to you, “it’s on the house.”

Before you could playback any further into the memory of the “Barista Boy Encounter,” you were being pulled off of the bleachers by Julie.

“Y/N, stop daydreaming and unlock the car, it’s freezing balls out here,” Julie whined.

The two of you grabbed your belongings and headed for your car. Julie blasted the heat as you turned on the engine.

It was the boys’ tennis team’s turn to practice now. A few of the boys walked in front of your car on their way to the courts. You knew all of them; the tall one with huge shoulders was their number one player, the annoying but insanely hot fuckboy was known for lying about scores, and the short one hosted the craziest parties on Fridays. This time, however, there was another boy walking with them. He was tall and had long legs and huge hands. The tennis bag slung over his shoulder seemed minuscule in comparison to his tall figure. Someone must’ve made a joke because his mouth widened into a boxy grin and he clapped his hands together.

Julie reached over to the driver’s side and honked your horn impatiently.

“Hurry up, dumbasses!” Julie huffed.

Three out of the four boys ran towards the courts while the unfamiliar one lingered behind and glanced in your direction. Through your dimmed windshield, you got a better look at the boy. His face flashed with confusion as a wave of recognition drowned you.

The hot barista from the other day was also the hot tennis player standing in front of you. With a smirk, he waved at you and ran to catch up with the other boys. You sat in silence for a moment as you recollected your thoughts.

“Do you know that guy? He’s kinda cute! Is he new?” Julie asked, also feeling pretty overwhelmed.

“Remember that barista guy?” You stammered.

“No fucking way! Y/N, he was flirting with you and now’s your chance to have the high school romance of your dreams! Jimin always invites everyone from the tennis teams so if you come with me to his party Friday night I can set you up! What’s his name? Ooh, please let it be something sexy, I swear to god if he’s an Arnold like the last one I’ll scream!” Julie exclaimed.

You pressed on the gas and tried to remember what his name tag said.

“Definitely not Arnold. It was something long and I think it started with a T.”

Julie groaned. “You don’t even know his name? No wonder you’ve only had one boyfriend in your entire life. You have no idea how to flirt.”

The next morning you paid extra attention to your outfit. Now that you knew Hot Barista Dude went to your school and that you had someone to impress, you actually cared about your appearance for once. Senioritis would not be the death of you today. You took a picture of your loose t-shirt, skinny jeans, and oversized jacket and sent it to Julie for confirmation. If you really wanted to get close to this boy, Julie would have to help you. Afterall, she was the girl every boy in the school swooned over. She knew perhaps a little too much about relationships.

You arrived to class with a cup of coffee in one hand and a physics textbook in the other. Once you got to your desk, you opened your textbook to study. Little did you know, someone had plopped into the seat next to yours and was reaching for your coffee cup.

“Starbucks? Really? You didn’t like my caramel macchiato?”

You were pulled from your trance by a large hand snatching your cup and taking a sip from it. His lips wrapped around your straw in the exact place where your red lipstick stained the green plastic tube. Your eyes slowly trailed up his face until you were greeted by two puppy dog eyes.

Goddamnit. It was him.

He swished the coffee in his mouth and returned your cup. “Caramel macchiato with extra caramel and almond milk. Interesting choice.”

“You got all that from one sip? I didn’t know baristas had superpowers.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t know I would get to see the pretty girl from the coffee shop either.” You could feel your cheeks turning red.

Before you could reply, your physics teacher began passing out a physics exam.

You overheard him talking to the barista boy.

“Are you the new student I keep hearing about? I heard you transferred because our school begged to have the number one tennis player in the area on our team. I’m guessing that’s you?”

“Uhhh yeah, guess that’s me. I’m Taehyung.”

“Welcome then! Since it’s your first day, I’ll let this exam slide but make sure to read chapter 14 before next class! Y/N will show you around until you get the hang of things, isn’t that right, Y/N?”

Your calculation of the velocity of a basketball was interrupted by the sound of your name. Taehyung smirked at you and you nodded your head a little too vigorously.

“Sure, I guess I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of our fascinating school.” Taehyung caught your sarcasm and giggled.

“Okay, back to work!” Your teacher exclaimed and patted Taehyung’s shoulder.

All you could think about for the rest of class was how Taehyung called you pretty. It would be safe to say you failed that physics test.

Finally, the bell rang. Luckily, your next period was study hall so you could get to know this Taehyung guy. Taehyung checked his phone while you were packing your bags. His lockscreen was a picture of a fluffy puppy with its tongue sticking out.

“Oh my god, that puppy is so cute! Is it yours?” You exclaimed hands clasped over your mouth in adoration.

“Yeah! His name is Yeontan! I got him as a present for winning regionals a few months ago. He’s adorable, isn’t he?” Taehyung stood closer to you so you could get a better look at the picture on his phone. His shoulder brushed against yours and you devoured the smell of his crisp cologne. He opened up an album titled “YEONTANIE~~” and scrolled through a few photos. If he weren’t standing next to you, you would’ve been texting up a storm to Julie about how hard you were falling for this boy. From the coffee shop moment to the fact that he doesn’t hold back from blatantly flirting with you to the fact that his best friend was his puppy, all of it screamed boyfriend material.

“Shouldn’t we get going, Y/N?” Taehyung turned to you and playfully tugged on a strand of your hair.

“Yeah, totally forgot we were in school…follow me!” You grabbed his arm and briskly speed-walked out of the classroom. On your way to the library, girls stopped in their tracks and whispered to their friends.

“Holy shit, who is he?” “You think he’s single?” “No way, look at how he’s ogling over the girl he’s with.”

Through the corner of your eye, you could tell that Taehyung was staring at you. You blushed, for the millionth time, and let go of his arm. He lunged forward and opened the library door for you.

“This way, mademoiselle,” Taehyung said in a goofy French accent.

Although the two of you had only known each other for a few hours, there was some connection between you two that made you feel so comfortable being around him.

“Thanks,” you said, blushing.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Two weeks after I promised I would post…wow good job me ;)

I wanna make a pt 2 so lmk if you would like one!

Thank you for reading! ♥✰

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Michael After Midnight: The Princess and the Frog

After the disaster that was Home on the Range, Disney wasn’t too keen on going back to traditional animation. It took them five years to release a new traditionally animated movie, and… it underperformed. Not super badly, mind you, it had great reception and solid returns, but a combination of bad marketing and going up against James Cameron’s Avatar really hurt the film. That film is, obviously, The Princess and the Frog.

This film’s pretty interesting in a lot of ways. We have our first black princess, our first American (as in, citizen of the United States) princess, we have a film set down in New Orleans in the early 20th century… this is a pretty interesting film for sure. The real question is, is it a GOOD film? Can it stand up with the best of the Renaissance, or is it a weak work that shows Disney made the right move switching over to 3D animation?

So here’s the tale Disney gave us today: Way down in New Orleans in the 1920s, a young black waitress named Tiana is struggling as a waitress to get enough cash to start her own restaurant. Things seem hard until the wily prince Naveen rolls into town, and Tiana’s rich white BFF Lottie is so into this dude she says she’ll give Tiana fat stacks of cash to cater a party so that Lottie can woo the man. But Lottie’s not the only one who wants a piece of this prince; the wicked practitioner of voodoo and sleazy conman Dr. Facilier tricks Naveen into making a deal with him, turns Naveen into a frog, and turns Naveen’s put-upon manservant into a replica of Naveen as part of a ploy to gather up souls for his Friends On the Other Side. Now a frog, Naveen goes to get kissed, like in the stories… so Tiana kisses him! And then… she becomes a frog too! Now these two clashing personalities are stuck in frog form, and embark on a journey to change back before Facilier gets his way. Can they do it, or will these two croak?

One of the best things about the movie is just how well-researched and authentic so many aspects of it are. Most importantly is the voodoo; directors Clements and Musker avoided using any real symbols so they didn’t piss off practitioners or evil spirits, but you can tell they did a lot more research on it than most do. This is most evident in the existence of the character known as Mama Odie, who is a GOOD voodoo practitioner, a shocking rarity in any film that features it. Yeah, there’s more to voodoo than the wicked pincushion dolls and black magic and chicken sacrifices you see in your typical movie featuring voodoo. Beyond that, we have New Orleans native Randy Newman delivering music that feels authentic to the locale, and we have Jim Cummings playing a character with his authentic Cajun accent he picked up working on riverboats (not the first time he has played this sort of character; he did it before in Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island, though, uh… Ray is a much more pelasant character than the one he plays there). Then of course there’s Ray’s lover Evangeline, whose name is a reference to a famous poem of the same name by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a poem considered the unofficial national epic of the Cajun people. Mad props to this movie for going out of its way to go to such lengths to make their setting really authentic.

Sadly, this level of quality could not be packed into our main character, Tiana. She’s… alright as a character, but she’s not very interesting as far as Disney princesses go. Her major flaw is that she’s a workaholic and so has to loosen up a bit; in fact, she spends more time teaching other characters lessons than learning anything herself. And she’s completely removed from the villain’s scheming for the most part, with her only getting targeted because she’s around Naveen. The first time she meets Dr. Facilier is during the final confrontation, for fuck’s sake! I hate to say it, but she reminds me a lot of Susie Carmichael from Rugrats, being the poster child for positive discrimination. Now don’t take this as me saying she’s an awful character, or bad representation, or anything like that; there is stuff to like and admire about Tiana for sure! I just don’t find her particularly interesting, especially considering…

...how colorful a lot of the other characters are! We have Naveen, who is the jerkass egomaniac who develops as the movie goes on, becoming humbled by his experiences and learning there should be more to life than reckless hedonism; this is the kind of characterization I would have liked from my princess, and in Disney movies this is usually the case, with the princess being the character with lots of characterization and growth while the prince is just eye candy with little depth (Tiana is not that extreme a case, don’t worry). Then we have Ray, who is a divisive character, but… I like him well enough. He’s so sweet, and goofy, and voiced by Jim Cummings, so how the hell could I hate him? There’s also a certain scene with him towards the end, which I have to applaud for going against a typical trope Disney loves to use. I won’t spoil it, but you’ll know it when you see it. Then there’s one-scene wonder Mama Odie, who gets a song and very little screentime, but damn she makes her mark! This blind old lady steals the show when she struts on screen! Oh, there’s also an alligator named Louis who wants to play trumpet. He has like one good joke. I find him pointless. Moving on.

There are two characters that rise above the others in terms of how good they are. The first is, shockingly, Lottie. A rich white girl in the 1920s in a movie where the protagonist is a poor black girl… ooh boy, you’d expect Lottie to be nothing more than a self-absorbed spoiled rich bitch. But holy fuck, she is actually the sweetest, kindest, most likable rich person you will ever see in a movie! She absolutely ADORES Tiana, and just goes out of her way to help her. She is the poster child for spoiled sweet; she may be a bit ditzy and silly, but goddamn this girl’s heart is in the right place! It’s so refreshing to see a character like her; it would have been so easy to make her a snobby rich asshole, rather than the bouncy sweetheart that she is.

And then, of course, we have Dr. Facilier, the big bad of the movie. Voiced by Keith David, he is absolutely the highlight of the film. In fact, I’d go so far as to call him the last TRUE classic-style Disney villain until Tamatoa belted out “Shiny;” he’s hammy, he’s charismatic, he has an awesome villain song, he has a great performance from a great actor… he can easily stand alongside the greats like Ursula, Scar, Gaston, Frollo, Hades, and so on. If there’s any problem I have with him, it’s that they could have given a little more info on his problems with his Friends, maybe explored that a little more, but still, what we got is classic Disney villain. And as any great Disney villain, he gets an incredible, nightmarish death, rivaled only by his trippy, terrifying musical number’s visuals! Facilier has got it all! He’s easily one of my favorite Disney villains of all time.

The best way I can describe this is as a lost Disney Renaissance film. It really feels like it could fit in that era alongside films like Aladdin or Beauty and the Beast, especially in regards to the villain. Still, the film isn’t perfect, and does suffer at least a little due to our main protagonist not being quite as interesting as she should be. Still, I’d definitely recommend this to anyone who likes animation, and I most certainly believe this movie deserves better than what it got; it’s an underrated gem, not to the extent of Atlantis or Treasure Planet, but definitely a Disney film that deserves a little more love and respect than it got upon release.

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