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pigeonflavouredcake · 1 year ago
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I gave myself permission to get some new books for new year's day but that's it that's all I'm giving myself. I was really bad my book ban last year so I'm trying again this year.
My book buying ban starts now on the 1st of January 2024.
My TBR is 49 books long here's the list:
Adrian Tchaikovsky - The Doors of Eden
Aiden Thomas - Cemetery Boys
Alexandria Bellefleur - The Fiancée Farce
Alice Feeney - Sometimes I Lie
Alison Rumfitt - Tell Me I'm Worthless
Alo Johnston - Am I Trans Enough
Bram Stoker - Dracula
Cordelia Fine - Delusions of Gender
Cordelia Fine - Testosterone Rex
David Attenborough - Living Planet (audio book)
Euripedes - The Bacchae and Other Plays
George Orwell - Nineteen Eighty Four
Hannah Kaner - The Fallen Gods Trilogy #1: Godkiller
Isaac Fellman - Dead Collections
J.B. MacKinnon - The Day The World Stops Shopping
Jaimie Raines - The T in LGBT
Jeanette Purkis - The Guide To Good Mental Health on the Autism Spectrum
Jen Beagin - Big Swiss
Jennie Kermode - Growing Older as a Trans and/or nonbinary person
Jon Krauker - Under the Banner of Heaven
Julia Lynn Rubin - Primal Animals
Juno Dawson - Her Majesty’s Royal Coven
K. Patrick - Mrs. S
Kalynn Bayron - You’re Not Supposed To Die Tonight
Lily Lindon - My Own Worst Enemy
Liz Gloyn - Tracking Classical Monsters on Popular Culture
Malinda Lo - A Line in The Dark
Mark Lawrence - The Library Trilogy #1: The Book That Wouldn’t Burn
Marie Cardno - How to Get a Girlfriend (When You’re a Terrifying Monster)
Mary Shelley - Frankenstein
Maude Ventura - My Husband
Max Adams - The Wisdom of Trees
Megan Abbot - Give Me Your Hand
Mona Awad - Bunny
Naoya Matsumoto - Kaiju No. 8 Vol 8
Ottessa Moshfegh - My Year of Rest and Relaxation
Paul Tremblay - The Cabin an The End of the World
Peter Corbin - Three Jacobean Witchcraft Plays
R.W. Wallace - Beyond The Grave
Reni Eddo-Lodge - Why I'm No Longer Talking to White People About Race
Robin Wall Kimmerer - Braiding Sweetgrass
Sarah Waters - Fingersmith
Sayaka Murata - Earthlings
Sven Holm - Termush
Talia Jager - Without Hesitation
Tamsyn Muir - The Locked Tomb #3: Nona the Ninth
Veronique Altglas - From Yoga to Kabbalah
Walter Stephens - Demon Lovers
William Peter Blatty - The Exorcist
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alisonwritesimagines · 5 months ago
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Birthweek ~BatFam Imagine~
Summary: It's your birthweek and your family celebrates it with you.
Author’s Note: In honor my birthday that has passed, here is a little imagine!
Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut in the end
Do not repost this anywhere!
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Growing up, you had a birthday. Then after you began to date Bruce, you got a birthday weekend. Then when you and Bruce adopted your children, you got a birthweek.
Since you had adopted so many kids, they each wanted to do something special for you. So to be able to celebrate your birthday with almost each of them, they declared that the week of your birthday was to be celebrated with you.
"Happy birthweek my love," Bruce says, waking you up with kisses.
"Mmm. Thank you."
"Today is not my day thought unfortunately. Dick and Jason have the day with you," Bruce tells you.
"What about Martha?" You asked.
"The rest of us got her. You just enjoy the day with your first two sons," Bruce tells you. You smiled softly before kissing your husband.
You got dressed before heading downstairs where Jason and Dick were getting the table set up for you.
"Happy birthday mom," Dick says as he walked over to you. He kissed your head before going back to the kitchen.
"Happy birthday ma," Jason said, following Dick's actions.
"I thought you two were banned from the kitchen," you tell them.
"First surprise! Jason and I have been taking cooking lessons for you," Dick tells you.
"Really? Awe."
"Made you pancakes and some scramble eggs and bacon," Dick tells you.
"Where's Alfred?" You asked.
"We told him to take it easy till we go," Dick explained.
"And what plans do you boys have for me today?" You asked.
"Oh you're going to love it," Jason tells you.
The boys had taken you to a rage room. And to their shock, you had broken almost everything to tiny pieces. You walked out of the room with them with a smile.
"I just feel so much better. "
"I didn't know you had so much anger in you mom," Jason says.
"I'm married to Bruce Wayne. I have a lot of anger in me," you tell them.
"Guess we know where to take you every once in a while now," Dick said.
"I'd like that. Where should we go for lunch?" You asked.
"Anywhere you want! Out treat."
The next day, Duke, Tim, and Damien took you to a museum. You liked learning about history and living in one of the original 13 colonies, you enjoyed the museum with your three boys.
"I love learning about history. It's so fascinating," you tell your sons as you looked at some dinosaur bones.
"Me too," Tim said.
"Are you sure you're okay with this? We can always do something else," Duke tells you.
"Oh don't be silly. I want to do this. Dick and Jason took me to a rage room the other day. I'd like to do something calming," you tell them.
"Ummi, let's go look over here," Damien said as he lead you over to another room.
After the museum, you four had dinner at a rooftop restaurant.
"We saw this during patrol once and thought you'd like to eat here," Damien tells you.
"This is really nice. You boys have good taste," you tell him.
"Is Bruce planning on doing something big for you?" Duke asked me.
"I'm not sure. He's keeping his present a surprise," you tell him.
"Well, you deserve everything you want for your birthday," Tim tells you.
"Thank you boys."
"We also got you some presents," Damien said as he handed you a neatly wrapped present.
The following day, you, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Barbara had a spa day as well as a shopping day. Dick had dropped off Martha to you after your spa so you can take her shopping.
"It's nice to have a day with just us girls," you tell them.
"Happy birthday mom," Cassandra said as she hugged you.
"Thank you. I'm just glad I can hang out with my girls," you say as you held out a dress for Martha.
"Who gets you for tomorrow?" Stephanie asked you.
"Alfred and I are going to have lunch with Clark's parents tomorrow," you tell her.
You had grown close with Clark's parents as they didn't have powers like you and they knew what it was like to have someone they love as a superhero. On the plus side, they were kind and were always there for you. They even checked up on you when you were pregnant with Martha.
"That sounds fun."
"Yeah. We're taking the jet over to see them," you mention.
"Well, let's get you guys a cute outfit then," Stephanie says.
Alfred and you headed to the Kent farm where Clark's parents were happy to see you three.
"Happy birthday Y/n," Martha greeted.
"Thank you!"
"Oh let me see Martha," she says as she let out a small laugh. You handed your daughter over as the two Marthas smiled at each other.
"It's been a while since we had a baby running around here," Jonathan says as he cooed at the baby.
"Well, luckily we got one right here," you smiled.
"I think I remember hearing that you have a birthweek?" Martha asked you.
"The kids wanted to celebrate my birthday with me each so Bruce came up with the idea of celebrating a whole week so I can spend a day with a couple of kids leading up to my birthday," you tell her.
"That's nice. What does Bruce have planned for you?"
"I'm not sure. He always manages to surprise me," you say.
"Do you know Alfred?" Jonathan asked him.
"Yes. I know she will love it," Alfred answered.
"If you need a babysitter, we'd be glad to babysit," Martha tells you.
"I will keep that in mind," you laughed.
Finally it was Bruce's time to shine. You had woken up to see that you were on the Wayne private plane.
"Where are we going?" You asked.
"Well, I know you told me that you have been wanting to go back to Europe. So I thought, why don't we go back now? We got Martha a passport and the kids' passports are updated so I got the plan ready as well as the kids and we are on our way right now," Bruce tells you.
"Really?!"
"Yes. So no Batman duties for a whole week. Just us, the kids, and your birthday," Bruce tells you.
You gave him a quick kiss before relaxing with your children on the plane.
You had landed in France and went to the hotel first. The girls got you dressed in a beautiful gown before Bruce came in, dressed in a tux, ready to take you on a romantic dinner.
"You look beautiful," Bruce says in awe. You smile at him before holding his hand.
"I'm guessing a dinner date for just the two of us?" You asked.
"The kids have other plans so it will just be the two of us," Bruce tells you.
"What a shame," you joked.
The restaurant Bruce picked out was perfect. You had some good food and wine before Bruce took you on a stroll near the Eiffel Tower.
"There's one more present I'd like to give you," Bruce tells you.
"What is it?" You asked.
Bruce pulled out a medium sized box that had the most gorgeous necklace.
"I want to give you the world. You're my wife and the mother of my children. I want you to know how much I love you," Bruce tells you.
"You know actions speak louder than words," you remind him.
"That's why, I want to tell you that, every Friday night, I am all yours. No Batman duties. Just you and our children," Bruce says.
"Thank you," you say. You leaned up and kissed Bruce before pulling away. "I love you."
"And I love you," Bruce says with a soft smile.
"We have a separate room from the rest right?" You asked.
"Yes."
"And is Martha sleeping with one of the kids tonight?" You asked.
"She can. Why?"
"Well, it's been five months since Martha's been born and I sure have missed our time alone together in the bedroom," you tell Bruce. Bruce smiled down at you before giving you another kiss.
"Whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets," Bruce said before holding your hand and leading you back to the hotel.
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lena-in-a-red-dress · 4 months ago
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Musician Age Gap AU Pt 8
"I cannot believe you told my wife your date was with *Lena Luthor*," Alex whispers mid-yell, "before you told me!"
"Would it have changed your recommendation?"
At that, Kara hears Alex pause to consider.
"No," comes the final response. Then, "Did it work?"
Kara flushes-- she'd certainly gotten the reaction she'd been looking for. She just isn't sure she wants her sister to know that they hadn't fully resolved that desire.
"Well enough," Kara returns, settling on an incomplete truth. She'd explain the rest later... eventually.
A muttered curse issues over the line. "Jesus. How did this even happen? Wait-- what happens now? Esme said her next show is in, like... 16 hours, in Denver."
Kara smiles into the phone. "We stay in touch."
She's already received a picture via text, showing Lena with a tongue-out wink and a playful peace sign. Another photo had revealed a sticky bun, with a note that Lena had gotten Jess to swing by Noonan's on the way to the airport.
Though the sight of the sticky bun had made her hungry, the selfie made her pause to absorb the image. From the relaxed tousle of Lena's wavy hair, to the ray-bans hooked on the collar of her shirt, and the luxury of the private plane lurking around the edges.... she wonders if Lena realizes just how far she's letting Kara in, allowing her to see Lena in so personal a setting.
Kara's response had been simple. "Fly safe."
It had earned her a floating heart emoji and a promise to touch base upon landing.
"That's it?" Alex asks, pulling Kara back to the present.
Kara huffs a laugh. "What did you expect? She wasn't going to cancel half a national tour for personal time with someone she only met two days ago."
"Well why not? You're worth it."
"You're only saying that because you're my sister," Kara counters. "Besides, I don't want that for her."
Seeing Lena on stage had proven it's something the woman enjoyed. She thrived on the experience of it, and so did the thousands of fans who came to see her.
Which is why, a few hours after Lena's first Denver show would have concluded, Kara is surprised to receive a call from Lena. They'd facetimed when she'd landed, so the lack of video is her first clue that something isn't right.
"Hey," Kara greets, pressing the phone to her ear as she wipes sleep from her eyes. She'd meant to stay awake to check in herself, but not even a book had been able to keep her from dozing off.
"Hey."
Lena's voice is somber. It's such a difference that a wave of concern wakes Kara the rest of the way.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
There's a short pause before Lena responds. "Nothing."
"How was the show?"
"Fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be calling so late. I just... I wanted to hear your voice." Lena pauses again. "Is that weird?"
"No." Kara listens closely to the quiet that follows, as though it might give her some insight into what was happening on the other end of the line. "Lena..."
"Could you... talk to me?"
"About what?"
"Anything. Just... so I can listen."
Kara's brow furrows. She fights the impulse to dig deeper, to push to find the why. She doesn't need to know. Lena has asked for what she needs-- and it's something Kara is able and willing to give.
"Did I ever tell you that I didn't always live in National City?"
Lena hums a negative, prompting Kara to continue.
"I'm actually from a town up the coast. Midvale. I miss it sometimes. The stars mostly. In high school, I had friend named Kenny, and we would take his telescope to the old barn, and we would chart the skies together..."
Kara goes on, relating many and more of the troubles she and Kenny had gotten up to in those days. She was careful to steer clear of his murder, and the bullying they'd both experienced. Lena needed distraction, not more heartache.
As she speaks, Lena hums occasionally, sometimes even giving a chuckle. When the sounds of her following along peters out, Kara pauses to listen if Lena notices the stop. When no reaction comes, Kara smiles to herself.
"Lena?" she asks softly. "Still there?"
No answer comes, but when Kara increases the volume on her phone, she can hear the steady inhale and exhale of sleep. Kara listens for a few heartbeats more.
"Sweet dreams, Lena."
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clustxr · 7 months ago
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hi y'all. i know i don't make a lot of original posts here. however, on may 31st, i watched as my friends and peers were brutalized at the hands of cops from departments across california.
edit 6/12/24: students for justice in palestine at uc santa cruz has published a press release. it is easily the best way to understand what happened that night. please take a few minutes to read it.
uc santa cruz police made a statewide call for mutual aid in order to disband the gaza solidarity encampment located at the main entrance of the campus - initially established at the quarry in the center of campus on may 1, it moved to the entrance on may 20 in solidarity with the UAW strike. on tuesday, may 28, protesters barricaded the main entrance, cutting off the primary way of getting on campus; though the western entrance to UCSC was left unblocked (except for a few hours on tuesday), the main entrance remained obstructed until the raid began late on thursday night. this road blockage is what admin cited as the reason for the raid, along with "campus safety" and "academic freedom".
it's important to note that prior to blocking the road, students had been encamped for 28 days, and had been holding peaceful, law-abiding rallies since october. nothing worked. months of following the guidelines that admin had set, and of course student voices were dismissed and ignored by chancellor cynthia larive and cpevc lori kletzer (the latter of whom, by the way, showed up at 6 am "walking her dog" and smiled while watching her students get suffocated and beaten). the escalation would never have happened if student demands had been met at the very beginning.
hundreds of cops in riot gear from as far out as uc davis showed up to abuse students. over 115 arrests were made, including 3 ucsc professors, transported off by buses that were fifteen years past their intended end-of-use date and had also been servicing the campus prior. is this "campus safety"? is this "academic freedom"?
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from just before midnight until approximately 9am on friday, cops kettled, suffocated, shoved, yanked, beat, and bruised students. one got a battery charge for writhing and bumping a cop after another slammed him in the head with a baton. another had a bag placed over their head, leading to suffocation, vomiting, and loss of consciousness. at least two protesters were confirmed to go to the ER that morning; many more have had to seek medical attention for lasting injuries.
arrestees were given a 14-day campus ban, including those who live on-campus (functionally evicting them & preventing access to their belongings), not to mention subjected to horrifyingly inhumane conditions:
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you can find more information on various instagram accounts such as ucscsjp, ucscdivest, fjpucsc, ucsc_encampment, & jawsucsc. there's plenty of other organizations and people posting about this, too. please, don't let ucsc brush this under the rug. demand amnesty for the arrestees and protesters. contact any ucsc admin you can find. the uc has been utilizing police brutality to repress student voices across their institution, with ucla and uc irvine also being victims of this violence. do not let them get away with it.
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free palestine, from the river to the sea. if seeing this violence sickens you, remember that this is not even a fraction of what the people of palestine have been enduring for decades. we will not let the university silence us, no matter what.
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twig-tea · 2 months ago
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East Palace, West Palace in ep5 of Blue Canvas of Youthful Days
I have been punched in the solar plexus by Blue Canvas of Youthful Days episode 5. So much happens in that episode that is overwhelming, from Qi Lu setting up a Netflix-and-chill date with the clear intention of making a move, to his putting on the famous film East Palace, West Palace (1996), to Qi Lu hiding Qin Xiao in the closet, to Qi Lu's panic at his father realizing he's been lied to, to the devastatingly practiced way Teacher Liu steps to Qi Lu being abused and handles his father, to the way Qi Lu shuts down, to the way QIn Xiao keeps sending mixed signals and Qi Lu calls him on it directly. And nobody else in this episode let me rest either; Tan Fan trying to ask Teacher Liu to wait for him and Liu brushing him off AGAIN, and Turtle trying to call out
@lurkingshan was already more coherent than I can be right now about what happened in the episode in her post.
So instead I want to focus on some queer cinema history that this episode evoked by using East Palace, West Palace as the film that Qi Lu shows to QIn Xiao.
For those who don't know, EPWP is considered to be the first realistic depiction of a gay man in film by a mainland Chinese production. It is to my knowledge the first time a gay man says "I love you" to another man on screen. It was made before being gay was decriminalized in China (1997), and it was filmed by an independent production company and smuggled out of China to France in order to be finished and distributed. It ended up at the Cannes festival in 1997, but the director's passport was seized and he was placed under house arrest to prevent him from attending. Despite pressure to pull the film, it still aired that year. In 1998, the Film Law was passed to prevent anyone from making films outside of the studio system (and therefore censorship review), effectively preventing anything like EPWP from being made in the future.
The film is about a gay man who cruises in the notorious bathrooms in the parks on either side of Tiananmen Square getting harassed by police officers (a situation extremely familiar to the historical queer experience in Canada [where I'm from] as well) and playing what I'd describe as a psychological game with one of them; A Lan kisses the cop, runs, and then gets caught a second time, and uses the second police confession as an excuse to tell his life's story in the public record, all while pushing the police officer a little further into deviance. As far as I'm aware, this film has been banned in China since being made and never shown (please correct me if I'm wrong about that!).
This is hitting me hard because of the much more recent history of Blue Canvas of Youthful Days itself. As most of you know, but I'll capture here for posterity, episodes 1-4 of this show aired on iQIYI (a China-based app) on August 6, and within 24 hours they were pulled from the app with no information about the future episodes being shown. When I watched episode 5 today, after waiting for it for 3 months, I was immediately hit with a wave of anger that this gorgeous, emotionally moving and powerful episode had been held back from public consumption for months, for the same reasons that the film being shown within the episode had been withheld from viewing in its own country.
Censorship is such an ugly thing, it's hard to articulate but the emotions around it are so strong because we know, when they pull or refuse to show media that depicts our lives, it's because they don't want our lives to be real; they don't want us to exist. It's a very real threat. And to have this episode--which is all about an abused boy who is in very real danger but so bravely insisting that he shoot his shot and take his best chance at love and happiness anyway, using the iconic confession scene from one of the most famous banned films in Chinese queer cinema history to do it--to have this episode be the one that was prevented from airing......I am overwhelmed.
In the scenes they watch in episode 5, A Lan tries to prevent the officer from uncuffing him, and then the officer lets him go, but A Lan doesn't go far and comes back. He declares his love to the officer's face, and demands that his love be acknowledged and not dismissed. And the officer does not know what to do with it and reacts with violence, which is partially what A Lan has been angling at all along. The show really played with this by having all three of the couples in the show stymied by having their overtures dismissed this episode, but we almost didn't get to see it.
I'm so grateful this got distribution now, and on multiple platforms. Blue Canvas of Youthful Days is airing Saturdays and Sundays on GagaOOLala and Youtube (note, as per @thisonelikesaliens's excellent language posts, the subs on Gaga are much better), and on Mondays on Viki. I know there is an avalanche of content right now, but this show is so good and worked so hard to make it to us, please give it some love!
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wileys-russo · 1 year ago
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I loooved the horror movies multi character blurb! im a big Mario kart fan lol and would love like another multi character one about reader trying to teach/play her gf Mario kart!
maybe with some of the Barca and Arsenal girlies? like alessia, leah, Alexia, mapi/ingrid but up to you who you want to do!! 🫶🏻
mario kart II a.russo, l.williamson, a.putellas, m.leon/i.engen
alessia
"-and you're sure this is how you want to spend date night?" you asked, in disbelief of the taller girls out of the blue suggestion.
"yes. you and vic now never shut up about me being a bad driver, time to test it out." alessia shrugged, fiddling around with the switch as she inserted the game card.
"lessi baby you're not a bad driver you're just...challenged in some aspects." you smiled, only rewarded with a pointed glare over her shoulder toward you. "whatever you say passenger princess." your girlfriend quipped back with a scoff.
"hey! it's not my fault that british roads hate me." you huffed, eyebrows knit into a frown at the fact you were still yet to gain a uk driving license or pass the test despite having held your full license in your home country for years now.
"well lets see if you're any better behind a virtual road then pretty girl, do they have a london track you can practice on?" alessia mocked with a pout, loading the game and handing you a controller.
"you'll regret that." you warned calmly, snatching it off of her and shuffling away as she sat right beside you making her eyes roll. "oh don't be so dramatic." the blonde reached over and tugged you back to sit right beside her.
"it's still date night even if you're about to lose." she smiled smugly, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and gasping as you wiped it off with a fake grimace of disgust, settling into her side.
after five minutes of bickering back and forth about which settings the two of you wanted to race with left you sitting in a dead silence as the air was thick with the competitive streak which raced through both your bloodstreams.
neither of you liked to lose let alone to one another, uno and jenga already banned in your shared home unless playing with a group. which likely came from the pair of you both being the youngest siblings in your respective families, growing up feeling as though you had something to prove by winning.
you easily won the first race while alessia came third, grumbling angrily to herself as you stayed quiet, simply smiling happily the second race started and you heard your girlfriend aggressively button mashing beside you as you took an early lead.
unfortunately with a poor streak of being relentlessly assaulted by red shells that race ended with her coming first and you coming fifth much to your displeasure, ignoring her teasing jabs and pushing her away as she leaned over and tickled your sides with a grin, pecking your lips a few times as she did.
alessia now one spot ahead of you in the rankings your third race loaded and both you and alessia groaned seeing it was rainbow road, finally agreeing on something which was that you both detested this course.
neither of your skill sets included staying on the track in that race, you finishing fourth and alessia in fifth as she was still just two points ahead of you and your final race commenced.
you cheered quietly seeing it was your favourite track, game face plastered on as the two of you raced continually switching who was in the lead right up until the final lap.
alessia was flying in first the finish line in sight and your stomach started to clench knowing you'd lost, already preparing for the onslaught of cocky remarks and teasing you'd need to endure from her for the rest of the evening.
but then a miracle occured, the blue shell hit and you went flying past her to come in first, topping the leaderboard. "yes! get in!" you cheered, dropping your controller and jumping onto the sofa, wiggling your hips around doing a victory dance.
"nah thats bullshit!" alessia yelled angrily, tossing the controller beside her and glaring up at you as you continued your dance. "loser, loser, loser!" you chanted repeatedly forming an L with your fingers as she harshly smacked your leg and sank back into the cushions with her arms crossed.
you collapsed down on top of her, moving to straddle her lap and squish her face in your hands. "buzzing!" you mocked her thick accent with a cheeky grin. "fuck off." alessia grunted with a scowl as she attempted to push you off her.
"now now lessibear don't be grumpy." you cooed sarcastically, kissing all over her face as she shoved you away trying to move you off of her as you pressed your hips down into her, clinging on.
"say; i alessia russo am a terrible driver both on real roads and virtual ones." you teased, pinching her cheeks as she grabbed your wrists and tried to pull your hands away.
"no, you're insufferable get off!" "say it and i will! come on baby, you can do it." you cooed encouragingly, still squeezing her cheeks in between your fingers
"i alessia russo at least have a license on the road, so whose the real loser?" "hey! that is not what i told you to say!"
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leah
"oh you're dead and done for mate i'm gonna boss this." leah grinned competitively as you loaded the game, rolling your eyes at her choice of words. "don't call me mate! i'm your girlfriend." you shot her a glare over her shoulder and grabbed the controllers.
"no i want the red one." leah demanded as you offered her the blue. "too bad, i grabbed it first." you shrugged, squealing as her arms snaked around your waist yanking you down onto the sofa.
"give it to me." leah ordered as you shoved it into your back pocket and shook your head firmly.
"no. you don't even know how to play! if i have to put up with teaching you then i at least get whatever controller i want lee." you rolled your eyes, pushing away her hands as they tried to slide under your back to grab the controller.
"but red goes faster!" the blonde whined as you got your feet up to push them against her chest kicking her off of you and sitting back up. "you're such a child sometimes leah honestly." you shook your head, red controller in hand as the older girl begrudgingly picked up the blue one.
"well? are you going to teach me or just sit there in silence woman." leah huffed as you slowly turned your head to look at her with narrowed eyes.
"the game is loading! what would you like me to teach you then, to have some fucking patience?" you retorted sharply, leah only whistling in response.
"what?" you huffed sending her another glare. "you're just so gorgeous when you're annoyed with me babe, its honestly more motivation to beat you." leah smiled sweetly as you sighed deeply at the comment, not rewarding it with any verbal response.
selecting the settings you desired you spent time running leah through all the controls and the rules, clicking play once she'd confirmed she understood. "hey how did you do that!" she huffed seeing you get a speed boost at the beginning, choosing not to answer her.
"how do you release the power thingys?" leah asked, frustration growing when again you didn't answer. "oi! babe you said you'd teach me." leah shoved you causing your lips to curl into a smile, moving easily into first place as leah dropped into tenth.
"i did teach you, not my fault you don't listen or learn." you quipped, racing across the finish line with a smug smile. "show me again then." leah ordered fixing you with a stern glare as she finished in ninth.
"show you again..." you trailed off expectantly with a raised eyebrow. "now." leah ordered firmly, scowl present on her face as the next race loaded. "ooo wrong answer baby." you pouted, turning back to face the screen as leah groaned, kicking you half heatedly.
"what!" your girlfriend shouted, burning out at the starting line making your amused smile grow as you easily took off into first. "nah this is rigged!" the captain huffed as again she struggled to progress from last place.
"switch." she suddenly spoke on the last lap, grabbing your controller and dumping yours in her lap. "leah!" you whined, trying to grab it back as she moved onto her back and held you away with her legs, sock covered feet pressed to your chest.
"winner!" she cheered happily as she crossed the finish line in first, grinning up at you as you dropped to your knees and glared down at her with crossed arms. "classic defender, steals all the credit and gets all the praise from one little pass or kick out." you sighed, hint of a smile tugging at your lips as the grin dropped from leahs.
"no!" you laughed as she lunged for you, the two of you rolling around until you both promptly fell off the couch, leah groaning as you landed on top of her. tucking your face into her neck your bodies vibrated against each other as laughter filled the room.
"will you pretty pretty please teach me how to play love, properly?" leah asked as you shifted to press your forehead against hers. "only cause you asked so nicely." you agreed, pressing your lips to hers.
"but i'm keeping the red controller."
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alexia
"baby?" "baby?" "ale?" "amor?"
"alexia!" you huffed louder, hands on your hips as your girlfriend finally looked away from the television with a raised eyebrow. "are you deaf?" you accused making the blonde roll her eyes and turn back to the mens football game on the screen.
"i wasn't finished!" you huffed again, tossing a trainer at her as she sighed deeply and again turned to look at you. "you promised we would spend some actual time together tonight." you spoke softer now, slight pout on your lips as you wandered closer.
"i did, but it is not tonight yet princesa." alexia smiled finding some amusement in the situation, nodding toward the large double paneled windows of your living room where the late afternoon sun was streaming in, nala asleep on the floor bathing in its warm glow.
"i-" you started, stumbling over your words, giving up with a scoff and retreating to your shared bedroom. you heard the blonde yell out she loved you, repeating it again when you didn't answer, but then the sound of the football increased and your eyes rolled.
flicking through several different streaming services on the television in your bedroom trying to find something to watch you smiled as nala joined you, admittedly taking pride in the fact she was now curled up with you instead of by alexia.
unable to find anything that interested you meant you let out a troubled sigh, spotting the switch in the corner behind one of your girlfriends many many trophies. plugging it in and setting it up you hunted around the room, trying to remember where you'd put the games.
finally finding them you loaded in mario kart, something you seldom played unless it was for a team bonding night you often hosted or when mapi would come over seeking company when ingrid was away on international duty.
you'd settled in and had been happily playing for what felt like only a little while, nala curled up happily into your side when alexia appeared, leaning her taller frame in the doorway with an amused smile.
"can i play?" you finished your race and looked at the older girl in surprise at her request, nodding and setting it up for the two of you as she grabbed another controller and got comfortable on the bed.
the blonde patting the space in between her outstretched legs you settled your back against her front, tucking your knees to your chest as your head leaned back against her shoulder.
your previous annoyance with her melted away as she pressed a few gentle kisses to your temple, humming every now and then as you walked her through how to play. it was rare the girl ever joined in playing on team game nights, much preferring to sit back and observe so you assumed she'd not played before.
how wrong you were.
the first race starting you craned your neck back and puckered your lips as the catalan smiled and rewarded you with a few sweet pecks as you mumbled good luck and settled back in.
though as the midfielder easily shot into first, skillfully navigating her way around the track and keeping a comfortable lead your eyebrows furrowed. you chose not to comment on it as you finished in second, alexia picking up on your body language and smiling, once more kissing your forehead as the next race loaded.
but as she once more kept a comfortable lead, even knowing how to avoid a blue shell shot her way your mouth formed a small o and as she raced across the line in first place and you again in second you paused the game.
"you've played before." you accused more than asked, turning your body to look up at her, smug smile settling on her lips. "to be fair cariño you did not ask if i had played before." she spoke with a shrug, infuriatingly attractive smirk painted on her rosy pink lips.
"when!" your frown deepened, pushing at her chest as she tried to kiss away your annoyed pout. "when do you think princesa? you do know you can remove the actual screen to play, no?" alexia nodded to the console in amusement as your frown deepened.
"your office!" you realized suddenly, the older girl often ducking off there on late nights if she was wound up after a match, always kissing away your tired mumbles for her to stay as she promised she would return once she had reviewed some match footage to try and help her decompress.
"si, now press play so i can keep winning." alexia grinned happily as you scoffed in disbelief. "hey no, come on amor don't be a baby." alexia chuckled, arms locking around your waist with an iron grip as you tried to move away from her.
"diabla." you muttered under your breath, shrugging her arms off but settling back against her chest. "la reina." alexia corrected with a smirk, grabbing your chin in her hand and tilting your head back kissing all over your face until a smile curled back onto your lips.
it was safe to say that much to your girlfriends endless amusement and your growing frustrations you didn't win a single race.
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mapi/ingrid
ingrid chuckled as she returned to your shared apartment, not even having opened the door yet before she heard her girlfriends bickering from inside, slipping her key into the lock with a shake of her head.
"ha! eat that!" the tattooed spaniard sat beside you cheered as she hit you with a red shell and raced past you to win. "puta!" you groaned coming in second, kicking her lightly where your feet rested in her lap, bagheera watching on from where he sat atop the sofa right by mapi's head.
ingrid smiled seeing the two of you so engrossed in the game as she set her bags down on the table. though that was wiped right away as her eyes landed on the bomb site which was once her sparkling clean kitchen.
you and mapi had been left to your own devices as ingrid had spent the day out shopping with frido, which meant the house that she'd left in a reasonably organised state was now anything but.
an unreasonable amount of pans, pots and dishes for two people littered the stove top and sink where you'd both cooked lunch and not yet cleaned up, unable to agree on what you wanted and cooked several different things.
the baskets of both clean and dirty laundry still sat by the bedroom door where ingrid had left them, both of you promising her you'd deal with them while she was out.
clearing her throat making her presence known both of your heads whipped toward her, eager smiles plastered on your lips as mapi hit pause and ingrid walked over to stand in front of you.
"hermosa, you're back!" mapi greeted happily, though both of your smiles faded seeing the hard glare sent your way by the seemingly pissed off norweigen girl in front of you.
catching the baskets sitting unattended to behind her you realized far more quickly than the older girl beside you just why your girlfriend was less than impressed with you both.
"we were going to clean up after we finished this game baby, promise." you winced at her withering stare at your words, kicking your other girlfriend beside you to speak up. "you will do it now, go!" ingrid ordered, pointing one hand toward the laundry and the other to the kitchen.
you tried to sit up to do as she asked, but it was a heavily tattooed hand settling on your stomach which held you down from doing so. "if you beat us both, we will clean the entire house princesa." mapi challenged with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
"maría!" you hissed, eyebrows furrowing as she waved you off, pressing down again on your stomach as you tried to get up. "or, you do it now because i asked you to do it when i left hours ago." ingrid didn't back down, the two of them locked eyes and staring one down without a single wavered resolve.
"we'll do it now love. mapi!" you kicked her again with a scowl, the defender returning with one of her own in warning before her attention shifted. "one race?" the older girl smiled charmingly, wiggling the controller in her hand.
"if i beat you, you clean the house?" ingrid asked with a sigh of defeat, your other girlfriend nodding eagerly as the taller girl sat down on the floor with a shake of her head.
you moved to kiss ingrids cheek mumbling an apology in her ear, again kicking your other girlfriend who mumbled kiss ass under her breath in spanish as she loaded up the race.
you both explained the controls to her as the taller girl nodded along in understanding, readying herself as the countdown begin and you sat up.
all three of you racing didn't stop your bickering with the older defender beside you, once again trading insults back and forth both in english and spanish as you took turns in the lead.
you smiled somewhat proudly as ingrid moved up to third, now just one behind your other girlfriend as you opened up a steady lead. "hey! joder!" you swore again as mapi suddenly moved her hand to cover your eyes causing you to swerve off the track and shove her away.
starting the final lap you glanced down to see ingrids tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration, and a look beside you showed mapis face creased into a deep frown.
knowing if you both won you'd be in more trouble than before you waited to make your move.
a few hundred metres left you pounced, grabbing mapi's controller out of her hands and tossing it onto the arm chair in the corner as a string of angry spanish left her mouth and she tackled you but it was too late.
you crossed over in first, ingrid in third and mapi in sixth. you covered your face and tried to tuck into yourself as tattooed limbs smacked and jabbed at you repeatedly.
"el cabrón!" mapi huffed as you finally got a leg free and kicked her away, trying to shuffle up and away from her, grunting as she promptly sat her taller body down on your back.
"what?" she huffed at ingrids knowing look as you tried to throw her off to no success. "go!" ingrid ordered, pointing again to the kitchen and the laundry. "what? you didn't win!" mapi scoffed with a frown. "she didn't beat both of us, but she did beat one of us..." you smiled, ingrid humming in agreement.
"that is not fair!" the tattooed defender protested, hand smacking down harshly on your ass as you laughed at her expense beneath her, ignoring your whines for her to get off.
"i asked you both to do it hours ago. you made a stupid bet and you lost. go maría!" ingrid ordered, eyes narrowing to show she wasn't joking around, mapi groaning but standing up to her feet.
ingrid ducking off to shower you rolled over and grabbed the tv remote, flicking off the switch and onto netflix, though before you could make another move your body was hauled up into the air and you found yourself hanging over your other girlfriends shoulder.
"maría put me down! i didn't lose!" you laughed, smacking her back as she walked the two of you away. "no but you did cheat princesa." mapi tutted, holding your body up with one arm and grabbing a basket of laundry in the other as you continued to laugh, an amused smile now settling on the defenders lips.
"where are we going amor? put me down!" "no, i am going to lock you in the washing machine to teach you a lesson." "ingrid!"
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radioisntdead · 2 months ago
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Grunkle…. Ford…. Dinner date……………
HAPPY [slightly belated] BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST MOONY! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY, YOU CAN LEGALLY DATE FORD NOW [please don't] OR GET ARRESTED AND I'M SORRY THIS WAS DELAYED! LOVE YOU!
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Dinner date at Greasy's
Ford x reader
Song used
First date Headcanons + established relationship songfic drabble
Warnings: This is my first time writing for Ford so please forgive any OOC-ness
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Well aren't you a lucky duckling! You got a date with one of the most desired old men in gravity falls!
Thank his grandniece Mabel for pushing him to ask you out because now the two of you were on a date! There weren't many fine dining restaurants in gravity falls and the ones that were around Stan had gotten himself, and by extension Ford, banned from them!
Dude's last uh, romantic?? Obsessive??Relationship didn't really end well, but you weren't a triangle with one eye so hopefully things will go well!
Since this is your first date, He got coached on what to do by Mabel and likely has an earpiece where the twins are watching him, giving advice and judging him.
He pulled out the chair for you to sit in, very demure, very mindful, very gentlemanly, very Mabel approved.
I imagine the two of you bond over the oddities of gravity falls, Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons or science-y stuff
He'd tell you about his adventures with his brother on the Stano'war, I imagine he's the type to have pictures of his family in his wallet so dude just whips out pictures of Dipper and Mabel like "These are my grandniece and nephew,''
I imagine you share a dessert with him, one plate two spoons, very romantic!
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You were giddy, legs kicking softly back and forth underneath the table as you stared at your boyfriend reading his menu, trying to figure out what he wanted.
Moon, a hole of light
Through the big top tent up high
Here before and after me
Shinin' down on me
Stanford Pines, the handsomest man in town, in your opinion anyway, and you were just so lucky to have him all to yourself, you had been with him for awhile now, you remember when he first asked you out,
He was shoved in front of you by his grandniece, Mabel, with flowers in his hand he finally asked you out on a date to greasy's diner!
And here you were nearly a year or so later back at the diner.
Moon, tell me if I could
Send up my heart to you?
So, when I die, which I must do
Could it shine down here with you?
You laid your head in your hand as you watched him, you were like a lovesick newlywed despite not being married to the man, not yet at least.
'Cause my love is mine, all mine
I love mine, mine, mine
Eventually Lazy Susan came by to take your orders, you loved his voice as he spoke, you loved the way his eyes crinkled, you loved the crack in his glasses that you wondered why he hasn't replaced them yet, you loved the way he wore a trench coat over a sweater no matter the weather, you loved the way he was outdated on modern technology like a silly old man.
Nothing in the world belongs to me
But my love, mine, all mine, all mine
Once Susan had taken away the menus he set his hand on the table in which you immediately decided to interlace your hand with his, holding it as you waited for your food to arrive.
It was like something out of a cheesy movie.
My baby here on Earth
Showed me what my heart was worth
Ford was lucky to have you, Wonderful, intelligent, beautiful you!
He never thought he'd have someone like you, he never had the best experiences with romance wether that be getting rejected by a girl at prom several decades ago or a weird toxic situationship with a yellow triangle.
But now he had you! You were healthy for him, the two of you were healthy for each other, you didn't mind when he rambled on about whatever, whether that be Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons or his sciencey inventions, his adventures through the dimensions or even just his day.
And he was the same way, oh how he could listen to your lovely voice for hours upon hours, like music, it didn't matter what you spoke about, whether it was just about your day, whether you were complaining about something, anything really he adored listening to you, he loved the little spark in your eyes when you talk about something you really like.
So, when it comes to be my turn
Could you shine it down here for her?
He loved watching you as you do whatever hobbies you did, he thrived in the times where he'd do his work in one side of the room and you were on the other side doing just anything, just silently enjoying each other's company.
Was that extremely cheesy of him to think? Most definitely but a little bit of cheesey-ness never hurt anybody, unless you were lactose intolerant.
'Cause my love is mine, all mine
I love mine, mine, mine
Soon Susan returned with your meals, placing them in front of the two of you, you let go of his hand to begin digging into your meal, Ford frowned at the lack of hand holding for a moment before going to dig into his own meal, He would never admit that he was a little touch starved, yearning for touch, hugs or handholding were his personal favorites.
But he was a grown man, he could wait until the two of you returned home to wrap you in a warm embrace.
Nothing in the world belongs to me
But my love, mine, all mine
For now He'd enjoy your date, admiring you as you admired him like the lovesick fools the two of you were, He was glad to have you, and you were glad to have him.
Nothing in the world is mine for free
But my love, mine, all mine, all mine
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Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed my first gravity falls fic, wish Moony a happy birthday and as always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you all have a wonderful night!
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rosakuma · 3 months ago
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Since I'm starved from a lack of any Charwhitruko content, I’m leave some HCs about my fav OT3. If anyone has some, please share(alternatively I will take Charwhit or Charuko ones too if you don't have anything, I just miss these goobers and when they were all happy in ch.1 before things went downhill).
Before they all got together, Whit tried playing matchmaker for Charles and Teruko because he knew Charles like Teruko and she seemed to feel the same(they both won’t admit it). Whit succeed in getting them together, but at the cost that Whit had feelings for both of them. Fortunately for Whit, those two tsundere dorks still like him back too! Charles and Teruko never had any previous relationships before and this is their first one, but they’re aware of the concept of polyamory. It was both a very sweet, but very awkward confession to Whit(bro couldn't believe it that he pulled himself a boyfriend AND girlfriend).
Usually when they all cuddle, Charles is big spoon and Teruko and Whit switch at times who be in the middle and who is little spoon. Though rare times they put Charles in the middle.
Whit and Teruko tag team to tease the heck out of Charles at his expense(he secretly loves it).
If in a non-killing game AU or if they all survive at the end, they end up together in apartment. To which Whit solely provides dinner for them until Charles improves his cooking skills enough to be able to cook for them(Teruko is banned from the kitchen, they love her, but they do not want to have to pay for damages alongside rent). Everything is safety proofed.
They have little cactuses near the window of their apartment that Whit decorated to look like them :3
Teruko still worries she’ll hurt Charles or Whit thanks to her luck or worse, they’ll die because of her. Along with thinking they’re both better off not being with someone so troublesome and bad as a person. Whenever this happens, the boys reassure her the best way they can. With Whit, its a lots of kisses, silly jokes, and telling her how that she’ll never hurt them nor them leave her. With Charles, he lectures her how much she is of a good person to them and that how lucky they are to have her in their lives.
For Valentines day, Teruko and Charles team up to create at least some edible chocolate for Whit to eat. They kinda succeeded as Whit was at least able to stomach it for them.
Date nights for them is a mixture of fun night out on the town, a peaceful time at the park or a cafe, or relaxing night in chilling and cuddling.
They tried creating a little shrine of their love ones to keep around and remember. A photo of Whit’s mom resides there. Since Teruko and Charles can’t remember how their brothers look like, they put items that represents them based off vague memory. Bonus: If taking place in a AU where they all survived the killing game, they have a shrine for everyone who died during there to honor their memory.
If Charles gets a burn from his chemist set or cut from the kitchen, Teruko patch him up and Whit gives his boo boo a lil kiss. He gets upset because he can patch himself up, but he appreciate the gesture.
Charles leaves sticky notes for Teruko and Charles listing chores, but also chemistry/science related flirting lines for fun sometimes. He picked this up from Whit(is both surprised and proud). Be something cute like this:
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AITA for being paranoid about US Border Security?
🪤 <- for searching later
Background info: I live in Canada, (relatively) close to the US border. Because of this, when shopping online it can be cheaper to have orders shipped to the nearest American town and then drive down yourself to pick them up. I hadn't done this myself but it's pretty normal to do around here.
This happened at the end of this summer, so the situation is fully over but my (white) friends immediately adjacent to this situation have said that I was basically the only asshole here and I feel that I am, at least, only one of the assholes. I want people's genuine opinions however. I have since stopped talking to this entire group of people, who I'd previously been friends with for 4-5 years, over this issue and a couple others.
My friend (20s, white) had ordered a package to [nearest American town], and because they don't have a car, they were looking for someone who could do a day trip to the states so they could pick it up. I (20s, white-passing, but from a mixed South Asian Muslim family, & I have very recognizably Muslim family names) offered to drive them down with my car, they agreed. We were going to split gas money, the date was set, everything was ready to go.
A few days prior to when we were going to go, my south asian parent reminded me that because I have muslim names, I need to be very careful when crossing the border, because the US Customs is well known for profiling muslims/arabs and pulling them aside for intensive screening. My parent also pointed out that, because my friend smokes weed basically every single day (legal in Canada), I would need to make sure that they were not carrying any weed with them when we went.
I was freaked out by this, and was not thinking super clearly in the moment because it was close to midnight and things my parent had mentioned about previous experiences going through Customs had scared me a lot.
I immediately texted my friend, saying that Customs would find weed on them if they swabbed them, and that it would be "a big problem." They replied that Customs doesn't swab for weed, and that they "failed to see any problem." I replied that Customs is allowed to go through your phone (people have been turned away at the border for admitting to having used cannabis before, but if you tell Customs that you've never smoked weed and they find evidence to the contrary they can ban you from entering the country for lying to border personnel.)
I linked them to an unofficial site that went into detail about what US Customs agents can do if you have weed on you or admit to having smoked previously. My vague intent at this point was for us to get everything in order so that none of the bags/jackets/etc we were taking could possibly have had any weed crumbs/dead old vapes/edible packaging in them , but I didn't get a chance to say this because they immediately replied that even if Customs tested them and found weed in their system, that they wouldn't care because it's legal in Canada. I said that Customs very much would care, and they said that I was insulting them and accusing them of having a criminal record. At this point they sent a further ~10 upset/angry texts in a row, which I didn't open or reply to because I was really upset at this point and needed a minute.
At this point (around midnight), they phoned me, I picked it up and they immediately(!) started yelling at me and saying I was a piece of shit etc etc. I told them they sounded dysregulated and should take a minute to compose themself (I phrased what I said in an aggravating therapy-speak way, bc I had been watching vids about cptsd immediately before they phoned me, but I was extremely freaked out, as I think most people would be when their friend is suddenly yelling at them, and it was the first thing that came to mind). This just made them yell louder, so I told them I refused to let people speak to me that way, said goodnight, they said goodnight, we hung up, and I blocked their calls and texts so they couldn't continue berating me.
After this, I realized that I'd completely neglected to mention that the reason I was particularly scared was because of US Customs' Islamophobic profiling, but I had gone into the interaction assuming (incorrectly) that they already knew implicitly that that was going to be an issue, because we'd known each other for 5 years and I've definitely talked (not recently) about how going thru US Customs is always a pain in the ass because my whole family gets profiled and taken for extra questioning, so right before I went to sleep I briefly unblocked them and sent a text saying that the reason I was so paranoid was because of the extra questioning I was already expecting to encounter at the border, but that it was now irrelevant anyway because I refused to be in a car with someone who was totally fine treating me this way.
I've since stopped talking to this person and, by association, my (white) friendgroup because they sided with them completely. It was a long time coming for other additional reasons I can't get into though.
TL;DR
Planning trip from Canada to US in my car with stoner friend, realized a few days before trip that US Customs can arbitrarily fuck your shit up if they find evidence of weed on you. Got scared and tried to tell stoner friend that it would be a big problem if they had weed on them, they flipped their shit and yelled at me over the phone about it, I blocked them (functionally cancelling the trip).
I believe I was accusatory in a bad way, and that I should have communicated better, but ultimately that my fear had a 100% legitimate basis and should not have been completely and totally dismissed by everyone around me, even though I was too extreme in my paranoia
(They were able to get another ride and pick the package up later)
What are these acronyms?
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illubean · 1 year ago
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May I request a Valorant viper x fem reader who has a talkative and bright personality, basically the opposite of viper plz who always bugs her 🙏
From Spite to Sunshine
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Characters: Sabine "Viper" Callas Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Fem!reader in mind but never actually specified
sunshine x grumpy troupe has a special place in my heart <3 also in all of my val vics we'll pretend the fraternization ban doesn't exist xoxo
A/n = agent name
Warnings: none
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When you first joined the Valorant Protocol, most of the agents were excited to have you. Your bright personality brought fun and happiness that the base sometimes lacked. You seemed to always be in high spirits.
No one in the protocol understood how an actual saint such as yourself ended up with someone as spiteful as Viper. She was cold hearted and seemed like there was no room for anything besides the hate inside that fueled her.
Your fellow agents constantly warned you of her unpleasant personality, but you payed them no mind. You believed everyone had a good side, maybe your peers had never taken the time to try and understand her. Every day you made an effort to speak with the scientist.
"You look nice today Viper!"
"Wow nice shot."
"You're so talented Viper, how did you get so smart?"
You constantly showered her in compliments and told her just about anything, even if she weren't to give a response.
Sabine, however, was conflicted. At first, she despised you. How could you be so happy all the time? Do you ever shut up? When you joined the protocol she was dead set on avoiding you, but for some reason you would pester her. But after a while of this, she started to accept it as part of her daily routine. She begins to question it if you're nowhere to be found, actually missing the way you would talk her ear off as she worked. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she missed you telling her about your day.
She missed your plethora of compliments.
She missed your company.
She missed you.
Now Sabine is no fool, she can recognize the meaning behind this. She was in love with you.
To say the scientist was in love was an odd statement. And even so, no one would expect it to be on someone who's personality is practically on a different astral plane. But maybe that was the very thing that drew her to you.
You were like a ray of sunshine, warming up the dark hole that Sabine kept herself in.
Warm. That's how she felt around you.
So the next time you came to bug her, she wasted no time in telling you what she's been feeling lately.
"Hiya Viper, what are you working on toda-"
"Sabine," she cut you off. You tilted your head at her and let out a confused "Huh?"
"Call me Sabine," she said, looking up from her desk to make eye contact with you.
"Okay Sabine! So what are you up to?"
"A/n...it seems like I have taken a liking to you."
Hearing this, a bright smile spread across your face. All your efforts at befriending the cold hearted scientist has payed off.
"Aww I'm glad to hear that! In that case, call me Y/n."
She sighs before walking around the desk in front of her, moving to stand face to face with you instead.
"And by that, I mean," she starts, taking one of your hands in hers. "..Why don't we go out this weekend?"
You felt heat rise from your neck all the way to the tip of your ears while you stumbled over your words.
"Like a date!? Where did this come from? I mean yes! I would love to! Wait but what do I-"
You were cut off by the feeling of cool lips on yours as you stood there shocked.
"You talk to much. Let's go out on saturday at 5."
At a loss for words all you are able to do is nod.
"Good. See you then." And with that, Sabine left you alone in the lab with your own thoughts.
You liked Sabine, you really did. But you didn't expect to be this successful this quick. You smile to yourself before making your way out of the lab.
"I've got a date with big, scary Viper!"
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fountainpenguin · 6 months ago
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I think the fundamental thing about Ep. 1 Martyn-Cleo [Zombiewood] dynamic IS that it's about misunderstanding... but in an interesting way.
Martyn spends Episode 1 mostly in the mines (getting armor; not unusual for Day 1), but he and Pearl do search the Overworld. They run into several people, but not their soulmates.
Once Martyn has a water bucket and finds a lava pool, he opts to go to the Nether because he wants potion resources, which would set him and his partner up well.
- In the previous season, the Southlands (Martyn's allegiance) struggled because they didn't have a brewing stand for most of the game, so they tried to steal one from Team BEST (iirc). - He says in Episode 2 (granted, after he's had a week to come up with a defense) that he wanted to bring his soulmate gifts so he wasn't showing up emptyhanded, because that's rude.
So, decent reasons to go to the Nether: he'd taken the time to get armor and now he's after an item he'll regret not having if the other teams start brewing potions later. It would only take one jerk breaking the blaze spawner to limit potion access for everyone else.
But Martyn going to the Nether is super confusing to Cleo, who gets the notification that he's gone into the Nether, but remembered potions were against the rules that season.
- Cleo is acting under the assumption that Martyn also remembered potions were forbidden, so they're flummoxed as to why he would go somewhere he has 0 chance of meeting his soulmate. Clearly, he is goofing off for no reason. - Further confusing for them, Pearl entered the Nether right behind him, implying they're allies. Cleo cannot fathom what possible reason Martyn has for what he's doing- Just that he doesn't seem to care about having a soulmate and seems to have picked Pearl as his buddy instead. - Write him off, king. You don't need him.
When the "potions are banned" reminder dropped in chat, Martyn panicked. At that time, he'd been trying to barter those resources to Bdubs and Impulse, but when he got the reminder, he hurriedly closed the deal and scored unlimited access to their cows.
- In his mind, he messed up, but recovered well and came out with a great deal; that's gotta be worth something, right?
In my mind, when Cleo figures out in later episodes that Martyn forgot potions were forbidden, she's more willing to see his side. This is why she apologizes to him in Episode 3 for judging him harshly.
- Cleo makes comments throughout the season that she's willing to take him back if he apologizes. - She recognizes his mistake and stops holding it against him, but wants him to indicate he's willing to work through things with her. She can't put her trust in him until she knows he'll work with her without resenting her. - She remains emotionally aloof, but doesn't push him away. Scar sets her and Martyn on a date and she tolerates it. She plays along with Martyn and they lightly try to mug Bdubs on their walk home. - She even invites him to stay in her base after Etho and Joel grief his and the warden drops down in Ep 3, and Martyn says he might take her up on that- after he killed her that episode. [Martyn POV 49:04]. - In the end, she even shares stuff from her Red Life base. She keeps a wall up, but stops begrudging him so harshly.
Martyn, I think, is slower to come around to Cleo's POV that the items were useless. I think his vision is "It was a risk worth taking. It didn't work out, but if that HAD been allowed, I would have set us up for success and it would've been a gamechanger."
- It didn't pay off, but he has no regrets and sees no reason to apologize. - If his early Episode 2 dialogue is to be believed, Martyn is convinced that Cleo cheated on him first. He says this to Jimmy 14 minutes (in his "When is she going to think about mending OUR bridges?!" rant). And to be fair, Cleo was already living with Scott and calling him her chosen soulmate when Martyn finally met up with her, so you can see his confusion. - Martyn does apologize when he wants to. He goes from 0 to 100 apologizing after accidentally killing Cleo by punching them off a cliff and losing their first life, because he legitimately and completely knows he messed up. - He also apologizes to Pearl for breaking up with her, which was a heat of the moment decision he made after Cleo dumped him. He just ?? refuses to apologize to Cleo, because he doesn't get it. - And b/c he's probably playing the divorce quartet bit up, but shhh...
He wasn't there to see Cleo when they were confused about why he ran off to the Nether. I think Martyn focuses on "Cleo is mad at me for getting hurt, which is stupid because I came prepared with food and armor and was trying to be careful. Yeah, of course I got a little hurt- I was fighting blaze and ghasts! She expects me to be perfect, and I'm only human. She expects me to read her mind; she's so high-maintenance."
- Martyn's also so mean to Cleo in Ep 2 and that's worth pointing out. They're both victims of misunderstanding, but they're also petty and mean. - It's very funny how much he insists to the audience that "this is all Cleo's fault currently" - either because his character is refusing responsibility or is genuinely confused - and it's wild how much he lays into Cleo by telling her she's being "childish, immature, and really selfish." They are such a mess <3 Terrible job, everyone /jk - He just so badly wants to distance himself from blame (and be in the right) that he's not focused on if this hurts them or burns his bridge...
After Cleo cuts ties early on, Martyn does try to "be a good partner" while staying outside their house. He just... shows his efforts in comedically terrible ways, like building a giant heart in front of their door or watching them through his spyglass.
- Shout-out to Martyn in the dead of night hiding in trees and watching Cleo until he's determined that "she seems safe, she seems happy, she seems healthy" before he goes to do something else. I'm not saying stalking is good, I'm just saying it's hilarious for his clingy ex persona. - Just rewatched and it's Martyn who's the first to tell the audience he's putting his heart on the line and Cleo can connect back up with him if they ever want to. I thiiink Cleo in Episode 3 seems to think she was the first to have the idea of symbolically connecting their bridges - seeing as she tells Martyn later that he needs to put in the work to meet her bridge halfway - so that's kind of funny. They're on the same page, so close yet so far; I want to shake them-
In Episode 2, he defends himself by claiming he was "providing" and "putting food on the table," and he's probably still proud of the fact that he scored unlimited cow access despite accidentally pursuing banned items.
- Up until Cleo corrects him later in Episode 2, Martyn operates under the assumption that Cleo might take him back, but Scott is whispering in her ear and warning her not to. He tells the audience that "He doesn't like it" and that he's "going to wait until they've parted ways to do anything else." Yeah... How'd that work out, buddy? - Interestingly, Martyn cites Scott as a bad partner because "He's all about building cottages and flowers while meanwhile [Martyn] is trying to get the most powerful items in the game." - Side note, but Martyn's stress levels going up when he sees Cleo's outdoor furnace is my everything. it's so funny. "Take it inside! Look, he's ruining you!" He has such strong opinions about outdoor safety... - Martyn seems to be operating under the assumption that Cleo's already turned her back on him and won't really forgive him unless he proves he's a good ally. He clings to things that will make him [and Cleo] stronger and safer, so he offers to enchant Cleo's gear while he's heading down to the Deep Dark to enchant anyway, even though they're on poor terms. - Which is so... ahughuggh to me because Cleo asks him why he'd even want her and says "What do I bring to the table? I mean, really. I bring rubbish PVP skills and pithy one-liners" and Martyn's immediate response is that he loves pithy one-liners and doesn't care if she's bad at PVP because he'll handle it. "I bring the skills, you bring the vibes." Just?? Lovely dialogue, fantastic improv; no notes. - EXTREMELY funny to me that when Cleo and Martyn part ways, he tells the audience that 1) He thinks it went well and they're actually genuinely on the same page, 2) He's convinced he misjudged her at first, 3) He believes Cleo is scheming to trick her allies into protecting her, and 4) He's going to play up his broken heart base design and pretend he and Cleo are more at odds with each other than they actually are to fool the other teams... ... meanwhile in Cleo's POV she's like "Yeah, I had to talk to him about strength and the value of having allies in a way he'd understand so he'd go away" sdfklj. She reads him so well there and Martyn is... like that.
Anyway, when Martyn and Cleo talk early on, Cleo pushes this idea that Martyn went to the Nether, got hurt, and it was annoying because she had to use her food to save his life (especially when she saw no purpose in him being there and probably thought he wasn't taking the game seriously).
But I think the core of her hurt is more along the lines of "I can't fathom any reason why he'd be in the Nether unless he straight-up doesn't care about finding his soulmate."
- Which!! what I'm trying to say is, Martyn doesn't get why this is her conclusion. His thought process seems to be "Of course I care! That's why I'm trying to get valuables so we'll have an advantage in the game!" He and Pearl defend themselves by saying they DID look for their soulmates. - Cleo and Scott focus in on "Why did you go somewhere with no people, then?" They knew potions were banned and (judging from their Ep 1 convos) don't seem to consider the possibility that such a thing was forgotten. Thus, it's upsetting their soulmates left them for no perceivable reason and paired up with each other.
Martyn I think focuses more on "My soulmate thinks I hurt myself" - In Episode 3, he claims he "hasn't been dangerous since then," and Cleo acknowledges he's been better at not taking damage. But it's not about the hurt... it's about being ditched.
- There's a certain level of being ditched that Cleo can take, which I think is why she's more accepting of him after finding out he forgot potions were banned. She's not mad he wanted good resources- she was mad that she saw him go to the Nether because to her, going somewhere with 0 people meant he had no interest in finding his soulmate. - She forgives him after she realizes he made an honest mistake and wasn't being malicious. She keeps a safe distance, but she tolerates his presence and even forms a secret alliance with him. - And I think Martyn understands and acknowledges that Cleo is frustrated... for taking damage, or for taking so long to find her (which he'd probably chalk up to bad luck since he and Pearl did wander that map looking for people). - But instead of doing the one thing she asks him to - apologize - he tries to show what a useful ally he is... while Cleo's looking for evidence that he can be emotionally self-aware, so she can put down that wall and trust him. - Also they attack each other and it's great. Martyn walks off and insists he killed her as a joke, this would hold up in a court of law despite Cleo's giggled protests, and he's now banned from pudding for two weeks... very silly.
tl;dr - I have so many thoughts about them and wanted to put my interpretation into words :p
They counterbalance and play off each other so well, and it's a shame (in a beautiful storyline kind of way) that they came crashing down. But I love it so much... The mortifying ideal of soulmates passing like ships in the night.
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spysbabygirl · 1 year ago
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First Date
-This is my first fanfic in years I may make these later-
Scout 
Scout takes you to a chicken place-
He knows the best place for a bucket of fried chicken and the best deals.-
After eating, he sticks some straws in his nose and makes walrus noises to make you laugh.-
And to finish the date off he takes you out to get ice cream.-
Demoman 
Demoman would take you to a beer garden-
Everything is fun with beer being passed around and music blasting-
Till Demo and you get so drunk you, both get into fights and get banned from the beer garden.-
You both leave stumbling and singing your way back to the base.-
Heavy
Heavy takes you to a ballet show of Swanlake.-
He even got the box seats but it was later revealed only because those were the only seats he could fit in.-
Heavy wanted to show you that there's a softer side to him.-
When he watches you can see how invested and his appreciation for the art is. -
As you watch on you can feel a chill and then the warmth of a suit jacket being placed on you by heavy himself.-
Spy
Spy would take you to the fanciest place he can take you even if it means flying you both out of town.-
He would set up everything to be perfect even the red dress he picked out for you.-
After eating a steak dinner paired with red wine you both have a sweet slice of chocolate cake.-
Once the dinner is done and paid for you watch the night stars cuddled up together.
Engi
Engi would take you to the best BBQ in town as live music plays.-
You both had the best-pulled pork sandvich that's soaked in grease and BBQ sauce.-
As live music plays and bellies are full of food you go do some line dancing together.-
After some line dancing you start to have some cold beers.-
And to end the date he plays his guitar and serenades you back at the base.-
Soldier
Soldier takes you to the zoo.-
As you both are walking to see the animals he's quoting Sun Tzu but it didn't sound quite right.-
Once you get to the lions he starts telling one of his war stories.-
He finished one of his war stories and to prove it was all true he jumps over the railing and fights the lions.-
You take him back to the base so the medic can tend to his wounds as you tell him how strong and proud you are of him.-
Sniper
Sniper would pack a picnic.-
He packed what is assumed was Sandvitch's and what was once cold beers.-
You and Sniper sat down and decided against eating and just drank the lukewarm beers.-
It was the perfect spot the woods were glowing as the sun set came down.-
With a beer in hand, you cuddle up to Sniper and take a deep breath and you both relax for the first time.-
Pyro
Pyro takes you to the carnival.-
You both binge on sugary sweets and watch a ton of the small shows they hold.
Pyro wanted to go to the bumper cars they just don't know how aggressive they are being.-
You decide to take them to the horse carousel Pyro takes a horse with pink hair and colorful flowers as you take a f/c themed horse right next to them.-
Pyro wanted to win you a prize but he was sad when all he could win you was a mini plush balloonicorn key chain but once he saw how happy it made you his cheerful self was back.-
Medic
Medic takes you to an 1800s  medical museum.-
You both watch the first amputee surgery video ever recorded.-
He admired the old medical tools that were used saying things like "I could use somesinglike zis in my collecthion. "-
While slightly more educated and traumatized from the date he does buy you an atomically correct heart necklace from the gift shop.-
-Sorry for my bad writing for a German accent.-
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kpopsexstories · 2 months ago
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Vote on the last NCT Dream MILF story!
I never intended for this to be a mini series. It sort of just happened because someone kept sending requests for it (thanks! 😁).
But when a request for NCT Mark and an older woman came recently – a story which has now been written in full (coming soon, promise 😉) – I realized that the only missing Dream members are Renjun and Jaemin. You'll find all the other member's stories on the MILF page on Story Finder 🙂
Now I have an ending in mind for this series. While the stories so far have been disconnected but in the same style and setting – younger, more or less experienced idol with an unnamed mature woman – the final parts will tie them all together in a way I hope you'll enjoy.
But, one member will not get a MILF story. My idea doesn't work if he does. He will instead play a different role in the broader plot.
Since Mark's part has already been requested and written, the question is simple: who will get the last part, Renjun or Jaemin? And consequently, which of the two will not get a MILF story? This sacrifice of one member is unfortunately necessary for what I have in mind 🙂
For the final part I imagine a wilder, more confident scene closer to Jeno's part than for example the inexperienced Chenle or Jisung parts. The member will be rougher and naughtier, and more willing to take what he wants when the older woman comes to sleep with him.
So, with that I mind, let's vote: Who should get to have sex with an older woman in the final part of the NCT Dream MILF series, Renjun or Jaemin?
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🏳️‍🌈 New Gay Story: Lucas
Speaking of requests, I also just finished writing another requested story: Lucas topping a male reader. This story loosely ties in with the two Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of Lucas stories, Part 1 and Part 2. While those stories were straight the plot focused on his real life scandal. This new gay story does too, playfully filling a gap somewhere in between Part 1 and Part 2 of the MMSE stories.
I should add that the plot is not super central, but it is there. The main focus is really on the sex, which I think turned out very good and hot 🥵🍆💦
You can look forward to this story on a Gay Thursday sometime in the coming weeks. That means that one week the NCT Dream Dating Ban series will take a week off – probably after Chenle's and Jaemin's parts have been published.
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A potential new way to send requests
I'm also toying with an idea: The ability to submit requests via a form on Story Finder, the external website on which you can browse the entire archive of my Tumblr blog smut.
The advantage of this as opposed to sending requests via Tumblr is that I would get the details I look for in requests, which in turn increases the chances of the request getting a story at all. The disadvantage is that it might become a bit of a cookie-cutter way to build stories, in that you simply select idols, sex positions, etc. from a list. It might hinder creativity rather than encourage it 🤔
In any case, I imagine it would be fun to play around with and select your favorite members, positions, plot points, etc. to "build" new scenarios, and see them come to life when I write them.
Let me know if you think this sounds interesting to try or if I'm just reinventing the wheel with this idea 😊 There's nothing wrong with regular free-form Tumblr requests after all.
Summary: The MILF series continues and will get an ending, former NCT/WayV member Lucas will get a gay story, and you might get a new (hopefully fun) way to send in requests. Please look forward to all of this in the near future 😊❤️
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jewel9887 · 2 months ago
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Day 4: experiment
Part 3 to other day prompts. To read them on ao3 or you can just read this one
Logan excitedly walks to the museum where Remus texted to meet up for their date. He still can't believe he had the courage to ask Remus on a date, for some reason being around Remus just made him speak his mind without second guessing himself. Looking up he notices Remus and Roman. Even from a distance, it's easy to tell they're twins especially since they decided to dress alike; Remus is wearing a green shirt under a leather jacket and black ripped pants while Roman is wearing a red shirt under a gold jacket and white pants. It's easy to see how he got them mixed up at first but seeing them together he notices all the differences.
Roman notices him first and waves, jumping up and down, "LOGAN, LOGAN OVER HERE! Oof," Roman stumbles.
Logan watches Remus and Roman start shoving each other as he walks up the steps. 
"I thought this was a date with romantic intent?" Logan questions.
"It is and Roman was just leaving" Remus replies glaring at his brother.
"Remus is right. I have a project for my art history class, so I bribed Remus to bring me along but I'll be in a different part of the museum. Remus will text me when the date is over," Roman explained. "I'll see you guys in a few hours or whenever." 
Logan doesn't have time to respond before Roman walks inside leaving him and Remus alone.
"You look extra nerdy hot today, Lo," Remus says.
"Thanks," Logan says blushing looking down at his blue constellation tie. "So which exhibit are we here for?"
"Well, a little frog and spider told me you enjoy science and puzzles," Remus responds holding open the door. "They opened a new exhibit where you can do experiments hands-on and there's another exhibit that goes through the history of detective stories and how poisons discussed in the stories realistically work. The best part is this museum won't ban me because they said and I quote "You are a walking disaster" so it lets them know how to make things safer for the kids as long as I don't intentionally hurt anyone which I would never do."
"There are so many things to address in that statement. Firstly, how much have Virgil and Patton talked about? Secondly, I heard about the new exhibit but have not had time to come to see it, and am greatly looking forward to doing so with you. Lastly, you keep mentioning bans; how many places have you been banned from and why?" Logan asks.
"I think you're their third favorite person after Roman and I. Glad I picked a great first date idea and you got to wait a few more dates before I disclose that information." Remus rapidly replies winking. 
Remus goes to the desk and pays for their tickets, letting Logan know he can pay for the next one. 
Together they head to the science lab room where they don the safety equipment, which are safety glasses, gloves, and a stained lab coat. Most of the experiments are made for kids although Logan manages to rig a bunch together to create a cascade of rainbow foam, somehow barely making a mess. Meanwhile, Remus creates a Rube Goldberg machine with all the random objects lying around. It goes all the way around and through the room with its ending being a picture of him and Logan captured using a polaroid camera creating a big mess and somehow activating the elephant foam which wasn’t part of his machine.
Next, they head to the detective/puzzle room where Remus learns that Oedipus Rex is categorized as detective fiction. Logan takes his time reading all plaques for each era, story, and author for the history part; pointing out any extra interesting facts or ones he thinks Remus would enjoy.”
Once Logan declares he is finished, Remus pulls him to the other side of the room where there are three puzzles set up. One, a murder case to be solved, another a puzzle using different codes to decode a three letters, and lastly a bunch of different puzzle locks. Remus goes straight to the puzzle locks and Logan tries the code and decodes all three letters in no time, then together they easily solve the murder mystery.
"See it's not always the maid or butler," Remus jokes laughing.
"True but in no story has it ever been the cat who poured the poison in the tea and with no human intervention," Logan argues.
"You're just upset I solved it right before you could," Remus says as he grabs Logan's hand to lead him back towards the front.
"Let me text Roman to tell him to wrap up whatever he's doing," Remus tells Logan pulling out his phone but not letting go of Logan's hand.
"This was the best date I've been. I'm glad I lost the bet and let you pick where," Logan happily says.
"You're one of the first to say that and I am glad. Does this mean a second date is in the future?" Remus asks.
"Definitely, though it is my turn to pick when and where we go next," Logan responds.
"You guys are a mess but sounds like it all went well. Remus didn't scare you off." Roman ask Logan walking up to them.
"Not at all. I enjoyed his company and look forward to spending more time with him," Logan answers smiling at Remus. "Ok, gross," Roman jokes.
"Dad texted saying that he has to leave soon and we need to get home to Virgil and Patton," Roman tells Remus.
"Gotcha," Remus says.
”Do you need us to drop you off, Logan?" Remus asks. 
”Nope, I drove here and just parked farther away. I will be needing my hand back," Logan laughs holding up his hand in Remus' and then tugging Remus to him for a hug.
Remus lets go and returns the hug. Logan steps away and says bye, leaving a speechless blushing Remus and laughing Roman.
@intrulogicalweek
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7-wonders · 2 years ago
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Our Very Own Greek Tragedy (Pt. 2 of 2)
Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Reader
Summary: As the weeks begin to stretch on with no solution as to why you can't remember Morpheus and the Dreaming when you wake up, you begin to lose hope. Can yours be the rare tragedy with a happy ending?
Or, part two of "yes this is based on that post that I made about Reader and Morpheus being in a relationship in the Dreaming but then you don't remember your dreams when you wake up."
Word Count: 5.5k
Notes: Thank you guys so so so much for being patient with me as I dealt with one of the worst months I've ever been through, as well as your sweet messages. I cannot thank you enough for your support. I can only hope that, amidst the grief and the stress, this makes some sort of sense.
Let me know your thoughts! Feedback is always appreciated, likes, comments, and reblogs keep me going and make me happy, and my inbox is always open to chat about whatever!
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“...and for some reason, instead of choosing fight or flight, my body chose fight and flight.”
“Oh, no!”
“Oh, yes. So anyways, that’s how I got a five-year ban from the biggest haunted house in the city.” The man sitting across from you finishes telling his riot of a story about when he punched an actor playing Michael Myers in the face while simultaneously screaming and trying to run away, making you laugh harshly into the glass of water you’re attempting to take a sip out of.
Derek is 27, a software engineer who loves science fiction and photography. He’s handsome in a nerdy way, his big brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses and his brown hair simultaneously sophisticated and messy. Polite and with an understated sense of humor you’ve been laughing the entirety of tonight. Your friends have set you up on a date with him, insisting that he’s just your type and that you need to get out and meet new people.
And they’re right. Derek is traditionally your type, everything you’ve historically gone for in a potential partner. That’s why it’s so confusing that you’re really not that into him. He’s nice, to be sure, and you’re having fun, but in the way that you’d have fun when hanging out with one of your friends. It doesn’t feel right to call it a date.
You haven’t been feeling right the past couple of weeks, if you’re being honest with yourself. For some reason, it all seems to stem back to your sleep. Where before you would wake up everyday feeling refreshed and happy, now you find yourself defeated and upset before you can even get out of bed. It’s frustrating, even more so because you don’t know why it is that you’re feeling this way since you can’t remember whatever it is you’re dreaming about.
Maybe that’s why you’re surreptitiously checking the time on the clock above Derek’s shoulder, hoping that the next time you look, it will be an acceptable amount of time that you’ve been on this date and can suggest that it’s time for it to end. Maybe it’s just because you don’t feel a spark, which is too bad. You’ve enjoyed tonight, but on a strictly platonic level.
Eventually the date does come to an end. Derek drives you back to your home and even walks you to the door–a perfect gentleman, and normally a move you’d swoon over. Instead, you’re just feeling tired and more than a little bad at the fact that you don’t reciprocate the feelings you know that he has.
“I had a great time tonight,” Derek says, shyly shoving his hands into his coat pocket. He rocks back on his feet, trying to remain a respectable distance away.
“Yeah, it was fun!” You’re not lying to him; tonight was fun, just not romantically. 
When his eyes flick from yours to your lips and back again, you decide to beat him to what he’s inevitably going to start leaning in for and give him a kiss on the cheek. To his credit, he hides the disappointment very well.
“Let me know when you get home safely?” you ask.
He nods a little too enthusiastically. God, it’s gonna suck having to tell him that you don’t want to date him. “Absolutely. I’ll talk to you soon.”
You smile and wave goodbye at him as he walks back to his car. The moment you close the door, your cheerful facade drops and you sigh heavily. Well, you think, at least it’s over.
Derek later texts you as promised, and you respond with a smiley face emoji and wishes for sweet dreams before setting your phone to ‘do not disturb.’ Tomorrow, you decide before you fall asleep. You’ll rip the bandage off with him tomorrow.
When you open your eyes in the Dreaming, guilt immediately begins to eat at you. There it is, your nightly refresher as to why you’re so miserable as of late; because you can’t remember the love of your life, the King of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm, unless you’re asleep and with him in said realm. The moment that you open your eyes back in the Waking, which is where you spend the majority of your time, it’s as if Dream of the Endless doesn’t exist. Hence, the date you allowed yourself to be set up on.
While you’re certainly not doing any of this on purpose, that doesn’t make it any better. You’ve basically just cheated on Dream and had no qualms about it since your stupid Waking body doesn’t know that you’re in love. Though…maybe, subconsciously, you do? That’s really the only reason you can think of as to why you were so turned off of everything about the evening’s events and your date. It doesn’t make you feel that much better, but knowing that there’s a chance that your very soul knows who it belongs to (just as the holder of your soul belongs to you) does help.
Regardless, the guilt leads you to not leave the library and actively seek Morpheus out like you usually would. You’re definitely not hiding from him when you grab one of Sylvia Plath’s unpublished novels and tuck yourself in a small alcove with a window giving you a view of the mountains that are home to both dreams and nightmares. No, you’re just…making yourself scarce and catching up on some reading you didn’t know you had been wanting to do. Besides, Morpheus is busy running a realm and being Endless. Surely he has more, and better, to do than hunt you down?
Apparently, you’re mistaken. Barely an hour (at least, you think it’s an hour; time is a fickle, funny thing in the Dreaming) passes before the hair on the back of your neck prickles, the air shifts, and Morpheus appears in front of you. The stars in his eyes, which have always been your true indicator as to how he’s feeling, twinkle with all of the joy that his barely-there smile hides. It makes your heart, heavy with the knowledge of your betrayal, ache.
“My starlight,” he greets, holding a hand out for you to take. 
Your knee pops when you stand, and you stifle a laugh at the horrified look on Morpheus’s face. It’s fun getting to see his reactions to the normal plights of humans, including joints that make odd noises.
“Hi.” You lean in to kiss him, and the look on his face after you do so tells you that nothing’s going to get by him.
“Something is wrong.”
Dammit. And just when you had decided on the course of pretending like everything was a-okay.
“What makes you say that?” you stammer.
“Your eyes.” His hand comes to your cheek, and his thumb strokes the skin under your eye. “You’re…sad. Uncertain. Why?”
Dammit.
Instead of answering, you throw your arms around him and bury your face into his chest. You can’t look at him, not when you whisper, “I went on a date.”
Morpheus hums, not hearing what you said. “What?”
“I said, I went on a date.”
He stiffens under your hold, and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. You pull away from him, holding your hands behind your back in an attempt to keep them from shaking so violently. They still continue to shake, but at least Morpheus doesn’t see it.
“I didn’t even like him!” you try to explain. “I went because my friends basically forced me on a date and I wanted to get them off my case. We had dinner, it was nice, then he drove me back home. That’s it. But then I woke up here and I’m so ashamed at what I did. I couldn’t keep something like this from you.”
Morpheus is silent as he tries to keep his composure, and you don’t blame him. You’d be mad too, even if there are extenuating circumstances that led to the aforementioned date. Though you want to keep talking and trying to explain yourself, you know that this would just lead to you continuing to dig a bigger hole for yourself, so you wait for him to make the first move.
When he does speak, he does so quietly. You’re staring out the window, too nervous to face him, but you can feel his gaze on you as he says, “You are not at fault here.” 
You scoff. He repeats this phrase so often lately that you wouldn’t be surprised if it becomes the new Dreaming slogan. You know he’s speaking truthfully, that he doesn’t hold any sort of contempt towards you for this. As he’s said to you so many times now, he can’t be mad at you when you quite literally don’t remember any part of the Dreaming when you wake up. You, however, can and will be extremely mad at yourself.
Days of research into why you don’t remember and how you could potentially remember has turned into weeks of research, which has now become months of research. And still, you’re not any closer to finding an answer to this question that’s plagued both you and Morpheus. Any of the rare potential solutions that you’ve come up with have been unfeasible: witches asked too high a price with no guarantee that anything they tried would work, Morpheus’s few mortal contacts could not find any lead to help, and the Dreaming’s library didn’t hold any answers.
The only real fix that anybody had come up with would be for you to move to the Dreaming permanently. While that was certainly a plan that you had, you also still enjoyed the life that you live in the Waking, and there would be loose ends for you to tie up in order to move. Morpheus would basically have to kidnap your unknowing, Waking self, and neither you nor he were willing to deal with the potential trauma of that, no matter how desperate you were becoming.
“Well it still feels a lot like I am,” you say, “especially when it’s causing you so much pain.”
“You are in pain as well,” Morpheus points out.
He’s right, of course. You really hate it when he’s right; and he’s right a lot. Another perk of being Endless, you suppose. That, or being alive for a really long time just gives you the natural ability to always know what to say.
“You’re not mad at me for basically cheating on you?” you ask. 
You’re not at all expecting Morpheus to laugh at your earnest question. Though you’ve heard his laugh before, it’s always a little disconcerting; harsh and grating, like it’s coming from someone who’s both never laughed and never heard a laugh. Even still, you love his awful, full-throated laugh. You just didn’t think that this situation would elicit such a reaction from him.
“I would hardly call one miserable evening spent with a male suitor who did not have any sort of chance with you ‘cheating,’ my love.” He seems awfully pleased about all of this, and while you’re happy for him, you’re also a little confused. “You said it yourself that your friends forced you to go, and that you had no interest in the man. I am jealous that I was not the one able to take you to dinner in the Waking, but there is nothing for you to feel any sort of guilt over.”
It’s certainly a relief to know that he doesn’t hold any grudge against you, nor does he see this as the same grievous error that you do. You’d feel a whole lot more relieved, however, if you didn’t have to worry about any of this at all and could just be happy with your love in both of your realms.
“What do we do?” you ask finally, today’s Waking events giving you a bad feeling about things to come.
“We continue to search, and in the meantime, we love each other as we always have.”
“You still want me?” You’re only half-joking, and he knows it. “Even with all of this trouble?”
“I want you in any way that I can have you. If, one day, you were to decide that our love was not meant to be, I would still be content with being a mere observer in your life.”
“I would never,” you say earnestly. “You know that, right? Sorry to break it to you, but you’re stuck with me.”
“And what an honor and a joy it is,” he says before leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.
The odds, you know, are insurmountable. But for now, here, in Morpheus’s arms, it feels a little more doable. 
•••
Morpheus remains in his throne room long after you’ve returned to the Waking. Though he did his best to take both your mind and his off of the troubles you’re facing, the awareness of said troubles always remains on the periphery. Now, he stares up at the galaxy that swirls above his head, hoping that the stars will hold some sort of answer within their constellations.
What if there is no solution? What if this is just the universe’s way of truly expressing its disdain for Morpheus; by giving him the love that he had only wished to have, just for his lover to be doomed not to remember him when not in the Dreaming? Some would call him dramatic, but he believes that, were this to be the case, he would not survive such a heartbreak. Now that he’s had you in his life, he simply cannot go on living any sort of an existence without you.
He’s teetering precariously on the edge of a dangerous thought spiral when Matthew lands on his throne with a caw, breaking him out of such morose thinking. “Boss, you got a minute?”
“What do you require, Matthew?” Morpheus asks.
“Lucienne is looking for you, she wants you to meet her in the library when you get the chance.”
It’s not as if he’s doing anything but brooding (moping, you would call it), so Morpheus stands from the stairs that he finds preferable to his throne when he’s not required to conduct official business and nods at his emissary. “Let us not keep her waiting, then.” 
Lucienne looks as though she’s been waiting for Morpheus to arrive since the moment she sent Matthew off to request an audience with him. She’s already looking down the long aisle that gives her a direct view of the main doors from her desk, and she stands in recognition when Morpheus and Matthew appear.
“Matthew said you were looking for me?”
“My Lord,” Lucienne greets. “Do you remember when Lady Constantine completed a task for you in 1794?” She has the tact to not say what that task was, knowing that giving more detail than necessary will do nothing but bring more heartbreak to Morpheus.
He nods. “Of course.”
“You had her drink from a spring near the Shores of Creation, so that she would remember the conversation she had with you about how to escape Robespierre. Might that same spring be an option for her Ladyship?”
Even in such dire circumstances, Morpheus still finds himself fighting a smile at the title Lucienne addresses you as. You hate being referred to so formally, and always insist to everyone that they just call you by your name if they need to address you. Most have adjusted to the request, but Lucienne still holds steadfast to traditional conventions.
“When I rebuilt the Dreaming, the spring did not come back. I know not why, nor do I know how it came to be all those years ago,” Morpheus explains.
“So we must attempt to find answers through other avenues. Perhaps we peek into the past?”
“Do we know any time travelers?” Matthew muses lightheartedly.
Morpheus shakes his head and says, “The last time traveler I knew, I have not seen in almost three hundred years.”
Matthew’s feathers ruffle as if he’s about to comment on how he was just making a joke and didn’t expect time travelers to actually be real, but Lucienne cuts in with an idea before he can speak. “The Fates could potentially help.”
“As you said to me once before, the Fates speak in riddles. I do not believe they would be particularly insightful in a matter such as this.”
She nods, and thinks for a moment more. “Your sister has continually reminded you that the family is willing to assist one another, given such assistance is asked for. Might Destiny be willing?”
His first instinct is to emphatically turn down this suggestion. But Lucienne is right; the Endless siblings (most of them, that is), for all their interpersonal troubles, are also more than willing to help out another member of the family should they ask. For most members of the family, their price for assisting with such a request would be far too steep. However…
He has two siblings that would be the most open to helping, and only one would do so solely based on a sense of duty. That same sibling would likely hold the most information about the past, which is the information that he needs. However, this could also be a dead end. For all that Morpheus insists on sticking to the rules that help to keep his realm in order, his older brother somehow makes Morpheus look like a rebellious teen when it comes to following rules.
It’s a gamble, but it seems to be pretty safe. With that in mind, Morpheus makes his decision. “As far as my siblings are concerned, Destiny is the one that would not require any sort of favor from me. If it is written in the Book that he is meant to help me, then he shall. Likewise, he will not help if that is what the Book commands.”
“It is likely the lowest stakes you are going to get here. And if Destiny cannot help, the Fates can serve as a backup plan,” Lucienne points out.
“I shall contact my brother, then.” He waits for Matthew to land on his shoulder before turning back to look at his librarian. “Thank you for your wisdom and assistance, Lucienne. It is…much appreciated.”
Lucienne flattens her lips against each other, but it does nothing to stop the smile that’s fighting to appear on her face. “You’re most welcome, my Lord.”
Morpheus nods and tries not to look as humbled as he feels. He really must stop taking Lucienne and her counsel for granted. How many times throughout the course of Lucienne’s long, long life spent as a creature of the Dreaming has she talked Morpheus off of the proverbial ledge?
As he walks into his gallery to request a meeting with his brother, the first frame, the one containing a large book, begins to glow. “Dream,” a voice says from the frame, “it is I, Destiny of the Endless. I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil, brother. Won’t you come through?”
This meeting was meant to happen, then.
“I will go alone, Matthew,” Morpheus directs. Though Matthew shifts uncomfortably, like he’s not quite sure he wants to let Morpheus do this without him, he jerks his head in a nod nonetheless.
“Good luck!” Matthew wishes before taking off through the open door and making his way back into the Dreaming proper. With a sigh, Morpheus rolls his shoulders back to make himself stand straight and proud as he steps through the portrait frame and out into his eldest sibling’s realm.
The Garden of Forking Ways is always a little disconcerting, no matter how many times Morpheus has visited the realm of Destiny of the Endless. There are an infinite number of paths that one might take, so many that it becomes almost dizzying to look at, and Morpheus imagines it would be quite easy to become forever lost in this never-ending labyrinth. Thankfully, his brother has been expecting him, and is there the moment that Morpheus appears.
“Well-met, Destiny,” Dream greets.
Destiny stands as tall and imposing as ever, the hood of his cloak pulled low over his unseeing, milky eyes. Those that know him, which is really only his siblings, would argue that, though Destiny is blind, he, in fact, sees all, even that which everyone else cannot see with normal vision. 
When Dream arrives, Destiny lays a hand over the book that is forever chained to him. Evidently, the book has told him whatever it is he needed to know, for he nods and gestures Dream closer to him.
“My brother, I thank you for answering my call.” This is as warm as Destiny will ever get; Morpheus, however, has had an eternity to get used to these mannerisms, and knows that this is uncharacteristically tender coming from Destiny.
“You call on the family so little, and I can hardly recall the last time you summoned me individually. What is the matter?”
“Father Time visited my realm some time ago. He said that he had a boon for you, one that was granted as some recompense for your imprisonment. Father, being who he is, could not remember if your boon would help you in the past, present, or future. At least, I believed that he could not remember, for when I asked which it was, he simply said ‘yes’ before taking his leave.”
Morpheus would be lying if he were to say that he didn’t believe he deserved some sort of restitution from the universe or the Creator for all that he had gone through. Still, he never imagined that said amends would be coming from Father Time, who, at best, has only ever shown a vague disinterest in the lives of his children.
(He would also be lying if he were to say that he wasn’t at least a little jealous that their father had deigned to bless one of his children with a rare visit. Of course it was Destiny; the eldest, the wisest, the favorite. He thought that he had long-since come to terms with his family and their strange dynamics, but something about being directly confronted with such a fact has him feeling every bit the middle child that he is.)
From within his robes, Destiny produces a vial which he holds out towards his brother between his thumb and forefinger. Morpheus stares at the pink liquid within and wonders if he should really get his hopes up, or if this is just simply a cruel joke. But no, it’s not. He can feel the dreamstuff that the liquid is made out of, for he is also dreamstuff, and the dreamstuff is he. Like recognizes like.
“I now understand what he meant, and I believe you will as well. Do you know what this is?”
Of course he knows what it is. How could he not, when, for all intents and purposes, it appears to be of his realm? “Water from the spring that used to run near the Shores of Creation?”
Destiny nods, and Morpheus feels his chest tighten. “Thus, his comments make perfect sense now. The past, being that this spring no longer flows in your realm. Presently, you are looking for a solution. With this, your future will be achieved, one way or another.”
He very much agrees with that hypothesis, though the last statement does cause him to pause. “What do you mean, brother? ‘One way or another’?”
“I have said what is to be said.”
To be fair, it’s more than what Destiny would typically say in such a situation, and Morpheus is grateful for it. Still, he remains wary; when has his family ever been clear in their actions without any sort of ulterior motive? “And it is mine? There are no…stipulations, or deals that I must adhere to?”
“It was given freely, for you to use as you wish. A gift, and nothing more.”
For the first time in weeks, Morpheus feels like he can breathe freely. “Thank you, Destiny. Truly.”
“I wish luck to you and your bride. I shall see you soon, when realms meet and the old converges with the new.”
Morpheus doesn’t bother trying to decipher his brother’s cryptic words. What will be, will be, and only once it’s happened will the connection to Destiny’s prophecy make sense.
His own gallery appears before him in a flash, Destiny having sent his brother back to his own realm upon their business being concluded. The vial of spring water still remains in his hand, and he closes his hand around it tightly to remind himself that it’s here and real. The solution that they’ve been searching for, housed in such a small container that he almost worries that he’ll misplace it. 
For the rest of the day, he can only halfheartedly complete the tasks that he had intended to finish. His mind is so distracted that, at one point, he’s pretty sure that he gave The Corinthian (remade without certain traits that made the first iteration a failed project) permission to take a day trip to the Waking. That will surely have to be addressed later, but it can wait. It has to wait. The only thing that he can think clearly about is the small bottle currently sitting in his pocket, which might finally hold the key to your problems.
Morpheus can feel you pass through the barrier separating your realm from his almost as easily as he can feel Matthew do the same. So when you finally, finally fall asleep, he’s there in the library at the exact same moment as you. When you see him, you jump in fright, obviously not expecting him to be right in front of you.
“Give a little warning next time you feel the need to try and send me into a heart attack!” Regardless of your feigned chagrin, you kiss him in greeting before smiling at him.
“Hopefully you’ll forgive me when I tell you that I have good news.”
“What kind of good news?”
Morpheus feels as though every atom in his body is vibrating from the excitement, so much so that he glances down at his hands to see if they’re physically shaking (they’re not). “I appear to have been granted a boon from my father.”
You look bewildered, but it’s not towards what Morpheus had been expecting you to be confused about. “You have a dad?”
“Time.”
“We’ll focus on that later,” you say, shaking your head as if to draw yourself away from this new fact. “What did he give you?”
“Long ago, a spring ran through the Dreaming. The waters of this spring, when consumed, allowed the drinker to remember what had happened within the Dreaming as easily as if they were recalling their day in the Waking. After my imprisonment, when I rebuilt my realm, the spring was absent, for reasons unknown to me.
“Father told my brother, Destiny, that I was owed recompense for my capture, and that the gift he entrusted Destiny to give to me was such payment.” Morpheus reaches into the pocket on the outside of his coat, the only one with lining not made of the universe, and pulls out the glass vial. “The gift was water from the spring, water that I did not believe would ever be in the Dreaming again.”
“So, if I drink this, then…” You don’t say what you’re thinking, not wanting to get your hopes up. Morpheus, having been in your shoes mere hours before, knows exactly how you’re feeling.
“You should be able to remember everything about the Dreaming, about me, when you wake up.” Morpheus hands you the glass container, pressing it gently into your palm. “I will not force you to drink it, however. The choice is yours.”
You scoff and tease, “Do all of the declarations of love and fidelity mean nothing to you?”
The top of the vial is pried off with the nail of your thumb, and you take an experimental sniff of the liquid inside. Once it’s passed whatever test you’ve just administered, you toss your head back and take it as though it’s a shot of liquor. Morpheus doesn’t ever recall actually being one to take a shot, but one sees their fair share of creatures imbibing on all manner of alcohol when one converses with the likes of Faerie and gods.
The actual act of you drinking the water is anticlimactic, and the disappointment shows clearly on your face when you say, “I don’t feel any different.” Still, Morpheus is not discouraged.
“Though it has been about three hundred years since the spring was last used, I do not recall any instant symptoms to show that it had worked. Unfortunately, the only thing we can do is wait.”
Despite his reassurance, you still pout. “Well, that sucks.”
“I am quite sure that we will find some way to pass the time until you wake,” Morpheus says, as if you’ve forgotten that you can quite literally do whatever you want when in the Dreaming. “In the meantime, there is something that I wish to give you.”
“Something else besides magic water?”
“Close your eyes.”
You do as he asks, of course. He moves to stand behind you, reaching into the air and pulling down the gift that he has been intending to give you. His long fingers work to fasten a clasp after he lays the chain around your neck, and when he finishes, he lays his hands on your shoulders. Taking that as a signal, you open your eyes again and look down.
A beautiful silver necklace rests just under the hollow of your throat. He watches as you hold the charm in your hand and run your thumb down the notches of the vertebrae-like trunk. Once you realize that it’s his sigil you hold, you turn in his grasp to meet his eyes.
“Morpheus, this is–” You’re stunned at the significance of such a gift. While he had discussed his desire to give you a wedding ring, being aware of the mortal custom for married couples to wear such jewelry, for Morpheus, this is his version of such a token that signifies devotion and partnership.
“It is yours, and shall remain on your neck when you return to the Waking. My hope is that you will remember me when you wake. If that is the case, you need only call for me while holding my sigil, and I will hear you.”
You kiss him repeatedly in thanks until his head feels like it’s spinning and he starts to think that he understands what mortal dizziness must feel like. “Thank you, truly. I’ve never received such a meaningful gift before.”
“Let us hope you can actually use it come tomorrow. Now, I believe I promised that I would let you win our next chess match?” He had promised such a thing after you had begged him to teach you how to play and then witnessed your subsequent frustration upon continually losing to a being who has played the game since its invention.
“Just announce it to everybody that I suck at chess, why don’t you,” you say fondly before taking his offered hand and letting him do his best to help find some way to pass the time until you wake.
•••
When you open your eyes and catalog the mid-morning sun filtering in through a crack in your curtains, you notice that this is the best that you’ve felt after waking up for weeks now. You roll over, hoping to catch a couple more hours of sleep since it’s the weekend and you have nowhere to be until the afternoon. A sharp poking on your chest has you aborting the idea of laying on your stomach, and you sit up instead to see what it is that’s disrupted your plan.
Around your neck lies a necklace that you most definitely did not go to bed wearing. The charm is like nothing you’ve seen before; if you had to guess, you’d call it some weird, mosquito-like creature. Your thumb traces the spiny trunk as you turn it this way and that to study it, and you watch the light glint in the two rubies that you think are meant to be eyes. A bolt of familiarity runs through you, but you’re not sure why.
Then, it hits you. This is Morpheus’s sigil that you’re wearing–a miniature figure of his helm, his main tool of office. 
Morpheus, the love of your life. 
Morpheus, the man who you normally don’t remember when you wake up.
“Morpheus!” you gasp, holding the necklace against your skin with both hands. “My love, I hold the necklace with your sigil on it, which you told me to use to call for you. Can you hear me?”
The seconds stretch out longer than any you’ve ever experienced as you wait agonizingly to see if your summoning worked. Then, the hair on the back of your neck prickles, the air shifts, and a smile grows to match the one that the man with starry eyes that appears standing before you wears.
“You called?”
•••
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summertaters · 2 months ago
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Hi hi happy Halloween! Do you have any hc for the mha characters that are Halloween related?
Hello, hello! Happy Halloween to you too @sweetmoonpeaches~
Hmm, interesting question! Not sure if I have many headcanons, but I have ideas!
This post gets long, answer is under the cut:
Some headcanons/ideas related to Halloween:
When they're kids, I'd like to think that Bakugou and Midoriya would try to get to as many houses as quickly as possible. They'd create a neighbourhood flowchart to be fully efficient in their candy runs (cuz they're both nerds, c'mon lol). Inevitably, they wouldn't reach their house goal though, because they'd constantly be slowed down by Midoriya being fawned over by treat-givers. He's just too adorable in his costume!
There would HAVE to be a time where Bakugou and Midoriya fight over who gets to be All Might. I think we all know that Bakugou would bully him out of it, and 'win'.
The girls of the class would all try to match costumes their first Halloween together (lol idk why, but I picture them all going as hotdogs together). Bakusquad boys would hear of this idea, and try to attempt the same thing- maybe they'd all go as werewolves and cause a ruckus with their loud 'howling', haha. OR they'd bust the girls' bubble and all dress as hotdogs too, hahah!
For the Class' final year: There would be a class party that Iida and Momo organize. They'd set everything up perfectly, with amazing decorations and good snacks. However, someone would spike the punch, causing mayhem and chaos throughout the night. Everyone suspects Denki or Mineta, when in reality it was Mina, lol.
Kacchako Halloween headcanon/ideas:
I literally wrote a mini story that I was initially going to draw/animate for the Kacchako365 prompt 'Haunted House', but ended up scrapping 'cuz of time and was overall a bit unsatisfied with it. x.x
(This would be in their early stages of dating)
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Haunted House:
[Ochako and Katsuki approaching a haunted house challenge]
"Don't worry Cheeks, these haunted houses are always weak." Katsuki winks at Ochako while his arm is around her.
She giggles nervously in response, "Okay~"
"They ain't got nothin' on us."
[Moments later]
[They are rushing out of the challenge, a small group of actors in costumes chasing them out. Ochako is floating a shaken up Katsuki, holding him by his leg. He's trailing slightly behind, blowing like a flag in the wind. They both look rough around the edges]
"What happened in there?" Kirishima asks.
"You look like you both committed a crime," Mina laughs.
"Well… You're not completely wrong…" Ochako responds anxiously.
[Earlier]
They're both holding onto each other, looking around wildly, "A-are you scared?" Ochako stutters out.
"NO! T-this ain't shi-"
"BOOO!" two actors on either side of them dressed as generic ghosts burst out from behind curtains.
"AAAGHHH" Katsuki and Ochako scream in unison.
They proceed to punch the poor actors in their faces. Effectively knocking them out.
[Present]
"We're banned." Ochako and Katsuki say.
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That's all I have in my head at the moment~ I'd love to hear any ideas you may have! Leave some comments, if you do!~
Thank you for your ask, I had a blast thinking these up! I'm sure I'll think of more later xD
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