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fmdjaeinarchive · 4 years ago

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a belated plot call that was meant for last week when the event ended, but i had an exam earlier today hence why it’s going up now! btw, i’ll probably reply to a few event threads that i have some muse for so don’t be surprised to find a notification popping up a whole week late. on that same page, if there’s an event thread you’d like to continue, feel free to tell me so! anyway, i’ll have an update on my girls’ lives as well as (hopefully) some plot ideas to build things off of! please just like this post, and i’ll come hopping over to you most likely tomorrow because it’s getting late over here!

jaein:

getting ready for fingertip that’s due to be released in february along with another solo mini-album! this time, it’s completely different sounding/vibing from don’t make me laugh, and it’ll be dimensions’ attempt at trying something new in hopes that it catches on with the public

other than that, she is still very much the dj until march so she has that happening every single day. she enjoys the radio show a lot more than she did when she first stated though (there’s a headcanon about that here if you’d like her thoughts on it). feeling a bit less stressed because award seasons are coming to an end which means one less thing on her plate

personal life: her little sister’s in her last semester of college so jaein’s a little emotional on them. it’ll be Big for her more than jaeeun i think. i have things planned for her around then lol uhhh her parents are still shit, and she still smokes oops

plot ideas: feel free to hmu for any of the award shows that lucid will be at, lucid members are free to message me for anything regarding fingertip preparations too! dimensions artists... you’ll catch her in the building a Lot so any random thread there can work too

hyeju:

she dropped the album of the year aka interlude not too long ago, and she’s very proud of this album. it’s a lot more her-sounding than premiere was because she had more say in how things would work out in terms of performance. the songs and music videos were none of her doing lol but she likes what’s been given to her

lipstick is also preparing for a comeback, and she’s not a big fan of ticket tbh it’s catchy but it’s also not too exciting. plus, the other two songs on the mini are just re-releases of songs they already performed so lipstick members, if you’d like a schedule thread or any thread discussing the upcoming comeback, hyeju’s all ears and she’ll be complaining like she always does

other than that, anybody who’s promoting the same time she is (january 10th~january 24th), she’s welcoming to juniors and seniors alike who come to visit her backstage. or even if you’re not promoting and you’d just like to share a word with her, she doesn’t bite lol

suji:

2021 isn’t busy for her just yet! i don’t plan on overworking her as much as i did in 2020 lol coming off the win of our songs, she would have promoted i go for exactly a week. i’m still very much open to doing threads on our songs if your muse watched it. she’s as surprised as you are about her winning!!!

she will Finally be getting her home studio made so she can stop bothering her producer friends in their studios and using gold star’s! if your muse is into music equipment or songwriting maybe this could be a base for a new friendship! or partnership! either works tbh like catch her at an equipment store or something. mutual friends who write that introduce them. all that jazz

she’s pretty high on muse so she’ll be doing lots of writing (she has a mini album coming out in june), and she’s open to new ideas/concepts now since our songs happened so she’d be open to discussing stepping out of her ballad box if your muse wants to talk about that or push her to try something new. on the other hand: if you want her tracklist, feel free to bother me for it!! so you can see how ~different~ some of these things are

if anybody wants to meet her cat!! like you don’t even know her but you see her ig update of her cat and is like uhh... can i meet milo. she’s up for that. also if any gold star person wants to do a schedule thread, i’m up for that too! discuss 2021 plans and all that jazz. or your health if you’d like i guess

yujin:

reply 1997 ended! kudos if you guessed her husband correctly. the drama didn’t hit popular ratings, but it caused a lot of people to learn who yujin is, and that’s going to lead her to being cast in a drama that will become popular (she’ll be cindy in producers), and that has already started preparations so she’s back to getting ready/filming

she has a #1 single ost though, and that’s... wild like wow her drama really did wonders for her, and it only continues to push gold star into creating actress yujin though at this point that’s basically what she is

but element comeback is also a thing!! and she likes red moon more than she did dumb litty, and the b-sides for this album are bops. she’s just very : D to be spending time with her group members

ngl my muse for yujin is at an all time low right now but maybe that’ll change if you want to plot something out with her! she’s still the same bright and bubbly girl just more exhausted because of all the filming going on and basically because she hasn’t had a break since early 2020 lol

#fmdcall #( ✧ ・ﾟ ― ooc. )

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writingjoycebyers · 4 years ago

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“Teach me how to play?” jopper

Jopper - Teach me how to play

On a warm summer evening, Joyce's class was having their own graduation party, down by the lake, including booze they had organized somehow, a campfire, and music distantly playing from a parked car.

Nearly everyone had come, even the nerds — even Bob the brain was there. It was an odd evening, Joyce thought. Their feelings were hovering in the dizzy summer air, ambivalent feelings somewhere between total happiness, freedom and the spirit of growing up, and the insecurity of what the future would hold for all of them. Joyce Horowitz didn't know.

She was only half listening to her friend Karen, who was spilling the details about how and where she had done it with her new college boyfriend Ted. He seemed to be a total sex god, at least from Karen's perspective, and it was so unlike what Joyce had experienced with her boy- ex-boyfriend Lonnie Byers. Ted even seemed romantic somehow. Romantic. Joyce shrugged her shoulders at that thought.

Joyce, dressed in cropped denim trousers and a flowery blouse, a bikini top revealing itself underneath, was sipping on a bottle of too warm beer as her gaze and attention left her group of girlfriends, wandering off to study a tall silhouette sitting by the campfire. A tall silhouette with a guitar - Jim Hopper and his graduation gift.

Joyce excused herself and made her way over to her old friend, sitting down beneath him in front of the fire. She immediately started to feel warm, realising that the air must have cooled down a little in the past few hours.

"Hey, rockstar!", she teased joyfully. "How are you holding up?" She gave him a broad smile that reached up to her big dark eyes. Jim was her best friend, but she had not had the chance to talk to him much that night.

"Horowitz.", he greeted her. "Alright, I guess."

He was smiling back at her, hands on his guitar, gently strumming it, his clever fingers managing to play the tune of some old folk song.

"Sounds nice.", Joyce said, eyeing him from the side. They were sitting close to each other and she could feel his body move a little with every stroke of the strings. There was a moment of silence as he finished the song.

"Teach me how to play?", Joyce asked, putting her beer aside and waving her free hands around in the air as a sign that she wanted to have a go.

"Sure, com'ere.", he replied with a smirk before handing her the guitar. It looked huge in her lap, her small frame basically hiding behind it. Hopper stood up and walked to bend down behind her. She could feel his breath right next to her ear as he put his arms around her, showing her where to place her hands.

"Yeah, good, right hand like this.", he encouraged her, his hand gently placing her right arm in the right angle for playing. She felt goosebumps running up her arms, from the summer air or from his touch, she wasn't so sure.

"Now you gotta pull this string first and press the other hand down on —", his sentence, his calm and dark voice right next to her ear, was cut off by a high pitched voice yelling from the bank of the lake.

"You coming in, Jim? I'm waiting here!" Chrissy. And she sounded oh so flirtatious.

Hopper looked at Joyce from the side. His brunette friend turned around her head and nodded. "Go on, Hop, or you'll miss all the fun.", she said, but Hopper didn't move just yet. Did she look sad?

"Hopper!", Chrissy yelled again.

"Just a sec, Chrissy!", Hopper answered, immediately turning back to Joyce.

"You sure? You won't be lonely if I go now?", he asked, locking eyes with her as he sat down beside her again.

"Nah, it's fine. I'll just take care of your guitar till...Chrissy's done with you.", she replied, chuckling, but staring into the campfire now.

"Where's Lonnie anyway? I haven't seen him around yet.", Hopper asked. Why couldn't he just go skinnydipping with Chrissy now?

"Oh, ehm... He won't come, you know. We're not... a thing anymore. Him and I.", she answered, any smile having vanished from her face.

"I'm sorry, Joy.", Hopper said, and he wasn't really sorry, but that was something she couldn't know in that moment. And something he didn't want to show her. From afar she heard Chrissy and some other girls laughing and the sound of water splashing.

"No, it's.. okay. He accused me of having feelings for... someone else and then he screwed some other girl as payback, so...", she continued her story, making air quotations for the word payback.

Hopper looked at her in surprise. His eyes were mirroring the red of the fire and he felt anger boiling in his blood. She looked so fucking hurt and he hated Lonnie for it. Joyce for her share was lingering a little longer on the words someone else.

"Now go. Chrissy's waiting.", Joyce added, nodding at the lake and flashing him a quick smile as convincing as she could.

"Take good care of my baby. I'll be back.", he replied as he already turned away from her, getting up and pulling his shirt over his head.

Yeah, she thought as she watched his silhouette get rid of his trousers before walking into the lake. Take good care of your baby.

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Thanks anon! Love me some good young jopper!

More young jopper asks are always appreciated btw ❤️

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fluffybunnybadass · 4 years ago

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Worth More Than You Think

Fandom: Dragon Ball Xenoverse

Word count: 3300

Content warnings: brief flashback of a child being harmed, high emotions about past friendships, and uhhhh I don’t think there’s another but if there is, please hmu

Rating: uhhhh Teen?

Summary: It’s a restless night for the otherwise stoic Saiyan that had been deposited on Earth after two Time Patrollers found her. It’s clear to the human that has been trying to befriend her that something’s bothering them, but, as usual, they refuse to say anything. If only he could just get Chikori to talk...

This features two of my Xenoverse OCs, Chikori and Fallafal. Chikori is a she/they non-binary Saiyan, and Fallafal is an ordinary Human living with his family on their farm. This story takes place well before the events of Xenoverse 1, yet it is only one of the first ticks that the wheel of fate has taken in creating that tale.

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Heyyyyy I had a high emotions and frustrations morning, a friend asked me to vent, and afterwards i just really felt like I could maybe work the remaining balance of feelings into a story. So this is, in the most vaguest way, based on actual events, but also twisted to fit within the framework of “canon”.

I’m testing out how to work in flux/dual pronoun usage while writing. It is intentional if you see both used for Chikori within the same sentence, and not at all laziness. Enjoy!

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Chikori was restless tonight. The purple-haired Saiyan had found themselves a comfortable tree branch that oversaw a lake, with just enough clearing in the tree above it that she could see the stars and half-moon above. Her tail flicked and swished, irate, as thoughts surrounded them. A frustrated growl startled the nearby wildlife, before they resumed their nightly routine.

That was how Fallafal found them. He had gone looking when the Saiyan had disappeared after the meal they shared with his family, more quiet than usual. Sulky, almost. He came to stand under the tree, watching the brown tail above flick about like it was swatting flies. It reminded him of the farm's cat. He let out a sigh and ruffled his hair, not sure where to start with her.

“You know,” he began slowly, building up his courage to speak to the Saiyan. What if they didn't want to talk? What if they were somehow mad at him or his family, or felt like they were keeping her here because she had no where else to go in the galaxy? The Saiyan had been dumped on his family's property by some “Time Patrollers”, or whatever they called themselves, and the Saiyan was awfully quiet about its history. The Patrollers had said very little themselves, though he was certain the yellow one wanted to share with him everything that she? It? Could.

“You know,” he began again, swallowing his fears. “If sumthin's botherin' you, you could've just talk to me an' my family.” He paused. “Nuthin' good came of not telling anybody how you feel.”

The Saiyan didn't respond, but Fallafal could see her tail stop for a second, slowing down, with only the tip of it flicking in thoughtfulness.

“Aaaah.... I don't kno' how to help you if you're keepin' quiet. N-Not that you hafta talk!!!” he added in a panic. “I jus' know that, when my sis was feelin' bad growin' up, even when none of us had the answers to her problems, she felt much better sharin' than tryna hide it from us.”

There was a long pause. Fallafal sighed, about ready to turn in and go home, when the Saiyan finally spoke to him.

“......I'm not hiding anything,” they said in a level voice. “I'm thinking.”

Fallafal felt a sliver of relief that she was willing to talk to him, and sat under the tree to talk with her.

“That's great! Mind sharin' what's on yer mind?”

Another pause. There was a soft flicker in the tail, much like his cat when it was deciding something. Perhaps Saiyans were more like cats than monkeys...? But who was he to suggest that, when he didn't know anything about this alien species that had apparently gone extinct hundreds of years ago, the remnants of their bloodline so diluted amongst the humans and other species, that no one even knew about it.

“..... I'm remembering something.”

Fallafal fell silent. Chikori had barely shared any of her past with him. All he knew was that she was a member of some space army-- or had been--, and that she had no recollection of what happened to the ship she was aboard between being cryogenetically frozen and being picked up by the Patrollers. She had shown a few times her amazing, inhuman strength, and refused to go outside on certain nights, claiming it was for his and his family's safety. Whatever it was, if she was going to share it, it had to have been important.

“I'm listening, Chikori.”

The Saiyan kept quiet for a moment. Fallafal thought that maybe she had changed her mind about sharing. He watched her figure in the moonlight. Though it fell on her, he couldn't see her expression. But based on her tone and usual demeanor, he could hazard a guess that it was the same as always: placid.

“There was this... other Saiyan in my training unit on Planet Vegeta. This started before the Saiyan Army had been annexed into the Frieza Force.” She stopped.

Fallafal kept still, deciding to let Chikori speak at the pace she preferred.

The Saiyan looked down at the human sitting on the ground below her. His tousled brown hair, his green and brown clothes that almost blended into the planet's surface... She felt... uncertain about confiding in such a weak creature with such a low ki power, and yet... she was curious, as to what this low-leveled, hardly-worth-mentioning human could give her, if she told him this memory.

“I was upset with this new life we had created for ourselves. The planet had undergone what you would call a civil war. A selfish Saiyan had created an uprising, and slaughtered an entire race that I had known all my life to be peaceful. He declared himself King of the Saiyans when the battle was over, and many of the Saiyans left alive were of the sort to support him and agree.”

There was a lull as she carefully thought about her words. Fallafal half-wondered if that was it. Already that was a loaded history she had given him, but he sensed there was more to what they had been thinking about, so he kept quiet until they would tell him it was over.

“Any who opposed King Vegeta were left to work the mundane jobs or executed on the spot, per his orders.

“I had lost many Tuffle and Saiyan companions in that war that comprised my childhood. I was angry. I was hurt. But I wanted to live. So I kept silent, and bid my superiors the respect they demanded, and did not challenge anything. I knew I couldn't be the only Saiyan left alive who was struggling with this, but I did not seek them out. None of us could. It would only mean death if we had.”

The Saiyan wrapped their tail around themselves, the tip flicking softly against her body like a metronome.

“His name was Turnip. You would probably call him a friend; but I do not think any Saiyan left alive back then would have called each other that. He had commiserated with me initially about the training we were going under. It was difficult, moreso than the training during the war. Perhaps enough Saiyan lives had been lost that they were eager to fill in the space left behind with stronger ones. He seemed to enjoy my company, I think. I could tolerate him, out of all my peers.” There was a small exhale of air from her nose, as though what they had said was humorous. “I think he even preferred me over some of his companions, some days.

“I don't think he knew, but he helped me through a difficult transition. Perhaps we both did. I used to suspect that he was like me, but we never discussed it.” She let out a long exhale, sounding tired. “I apologize. I am not used to talking this much.”

Fallafal adjusted his seating for a more comfortable position.

“It's okay,” he said. “You're welcome to talk for as long as you want. I'm more than okay with it. I—” He cut himself off, catching what he was about to say, and cleared his throat. “I am more than willin' to listen, if you want to share.”

There was a pause.

“I don't, but I feel like a small part of me wants to. Is it unusual to want to indulge in that?”

“Not at all! Given where ya come from, I can understand a lot better why you're always so hesitant an' avoidant when it comes to talkin' 'bout yourself. A lot of army people are like that.”

Pause.

“I do not hesitate.”

“You do! You're hesitatin' right now!”

Chikori scowled at her human companion, wishing that there might be something she could throw at him from up here in this tree, but the branches of Earth's trees did not seem promising. And a ki blast would be far too much for such a low-level creature.

Fallafal fell over laughing, which only made her scowl more, until a soft growling could be heard coming from her.

“Okay, okay! I give! You're not hesitatin'! You're completely an' 100% eager to tell me this story.”

She frowned at him, recognizing the human dialect of sarcasm in his response. Her tail had unwound and began flicking in the air out of irritation.

“You do not need to be like that.”

“I'm sorry, I promise. I really do wanna hear your story, Chikori.”

The growing irritation in the Saiyan's spirit was hard to abate, but she had to remind herself that he was not her enemy; and that he would not take this information and use it against her. How could he? Unless he was a spy this entire time for the Frieza Force.... Capable of masking his ki and looking like a simple human being. No, she doubted that. He couldn't even see her moves when he had asked her to train him one day.

“Fine. I will continue.”

Fallafal sat back up and nodded, and the serious tone befell the both of them once more.

“He had been a good companion at first. But as time went on, and the Saiyan Army soon became part of the Frieza Force, I noticed a change in him. There was a change in the whole Army when Frieza happened. But I didn't notice it until I saw it in Turnip. He was enjoying the fighting a lot more. Those companions that he disliked, he grew to tolerate. And there was less time spent around me. I don't think he realized what had happened. I mentioned this to him, that there was a change once we became part of the Frieza Force, and that it felt far worse than what we went through on the whole from the Tuffle-Saiyan war.

“But he didn't think so.”

She fell silent. Her tail drooped over the edge of the branch, hands curled into fists as the frustration welled up once more.

“I wanted to punch him right then and there for that.”

Chikori let out a sudden guttural scream that had startled Fallafal, and she shot a ki blast at the moon. It went far away into the sky, dissipating into nothing as it reached the planet's atmosphere. She screamed again, beating her fist against the tree that she sat in. Leaves rustled, animals flew or skittered away. Those that were on the ground had scattered far away.

“I hated him so much for that!”

There was the sound of pain and anguish in her voice. Fallafal had stood up quickly, worried that Chikori might hurt someone, even herself. Beings with supernatural power, growing angry or getting hurt, was a recipe for concern in his mind. But more importantly-- he had never heard her have so much raw emotion in her voice in the short time that he knew her.

“Chikori!”

“What?!” she growled down at him. She felt the emotion well up again, the pain and resentment and hatred, yes, even hatred of this person that she had felt some level of comfort around. Hot moisture fell down her face, much like the sweat from the intense training she went through growing up, but it didn't taste like it. It almost felt like...

A flash went through her mind of her childhood. Of being seven, and seeing her Tuffle friend get taken away from her by the Saiyans that fought for King Vegeta. Her friend, dragged by the ankle as a soldier carelessly let their body scrape across the ground. Her friend's face as they screamed at her to help them, when she couldn't do anything herself.

She screamed again and shot a ki blast at the ground. It narrowly missed Fallafal. She quickly curled up into herself, her arms around her legs as she cried into her knees, tail wrapped warmly around her waist as though it was the only thing holding her in place.

Tears. She was crying tears again.

“Chikori, please... I hate sayin' this, but you need to calm down. You're goin' to hurt somethin', or sum'one, or even yourself. You got every right to be angry, but please don't destroy my planet or the forest for it.”

“I THOUGHT HE KNEW!!!” she screamed into her legs. “I THOUGH HE KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE!!!! I THOUGHT--!! I THOUGHT HE UNDERSTOOD!!!!” She felt so out of sorts that she didn't even know how to begin to explain herself, to put into words what she meant to say. It was all, just... so hopelessly helpless to her. That she had even given him a chance, only for him to turn around and become one of them...

“Chikori!” he shouted up at her. “Please...! I can't.... I can't help you from up there.”

At that, she stuck her head out, a nasty scowl on her face. “I never ASKED for your help!! Why?! Why do you keep sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?! Aren't you better off, not knowing these things?”

“Chikori...” Fallafal let out a long sigh. He put his hands on his hips, looked at the tree, and ruffled his hair. “Look, I 'aven't done this in a while, so jus' give me a moment.”

He took a deep breath, and exhaled. He charged at the tree, jumping onto it. He grunted as he climbed up, until he was on the nearest branch to where Chikori had curled themselves up.

“What-- What are you doing?”

“Look, I don't like talkin' to people on diff'rent grounds. Whether that's up high or way down low, neither's gonna help us understand one 'nother if we ain't on same ground, right?”

“I.... I don't quite follow, but I suppose...?”

He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he tried to think about the next part.

“Look, it's... It's hard, what you went through. Like, a lot of that. A LOT a lot. We might have to see 'bout getting' you to some psychatrist or sumthin',” he added in an aside.

Chikori had stopped her sniffling. She tilted her head, more confused than she needed to be. “What's-- what's that?”

“Uh, never you mind that. I, uh. I don't really know what to say, honestly. You been through a lot. An' you thought you had that with this Turnip guy, right? That you had a companion you could at least relate to, yea?” Chikori nodded slowly, unaware of where Fallafal was going with this. “Well. That's... That's tough. I ain't got anythin' else to say for it. But what can you do 'bout it? He's long bin dead, right?” Well, probably, he thought to himself. That whole Time Patrol kinda made it confusing for him. “So's he ain't gonna bother you anymore, right? You can't talk to him anymore. Yer just holdin' onto all of this anger, or you been doin' that, and I'm hopin' this helped ya figure some of that out or made it better, but I ain't got any tricks goin' forward to help you with it. I jus' know that talkin' about it makes it lighter. It doesn't make it go away, like my sister's always said, but it makes it easier and lighter sum'times, when that weight gits too heavy to carry.”

He looked over at Chikori, cautiously. She hadn't said anything while he spoke, and instead had been looking at him with intense interest. But the emotional state that she had worked herself up into seemed to be receding. Her breathing seemed calmer, and the tears that had fallen had become a trickle.

“A-are... are you good?” he asked cautiously. “'Cuz I mean, I don' mind carryin' that weight withya a bit longer.”

Chikori looked at him, slowly coming back to the calm state of mind that she had honed during her time in the two military forces that had plagued the universe. He didn't say anything to her, just watching her face for the tiniest chance that she might go one way or the other, and she didn't answer him immediately either. They both had kept quiet, until finally, she had found her calm.

“I think... I am fine, now,” she said slowly, as though her mouth was slowly getting the hang of words again.

“Whew, good. 'Cuz I didn' know what to do if you weren't.”

That had earned him a soft chuckle from the Saiyan.

“Wait-- Wait a min', did you-- did you jus' laugh?”

“I did no such thing.” There was the smallest hints of a smile at the corner of the Saiyan's lips. Fallafal leaned in a bit, squinting as the Saiyan looked back at him, concerned. He kept leaning over until he forgot that he was on a branch and nearly fell off, barely hanging by one hand. Without saying anything, Chikori got up and pulled him up so he could sit onto his branch again.

“Are you okay?”

“Who, me? Pfff. Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Happens all the time.” He waved off her concern. “But you? Are you fine, for sure?”

“For the second time, yes, Fallafal. I am fine.”

He let out a relieved sigh. “Whew, okay. Good. I'm glad. I... I got worried, there, for a sec'. 'Cuz you an' me... well, I don't know you too well, an--”

“Stop.” The Saiyan looked away. Her face was starting to warm from shame. “I don't like showing such weakness--”

“Hey. It's not weakness. I mean, I don't know if it's the same for you as it is for me, but I think it's okay to be a little human an' have some emotions every now an' then. I don't think anyone's going to come here and hurt you.”

The Saiyan didn't say anything in response to that. Then... “Did you want me to continue?”

“There's more?!”

“Well.... Not too much more.”

“I'm supposin' so, if you wanna.”

“I stopped talking to him after that. I was mad, irate for days. I apparently did better during training sessions at the time. But he never said anything. He never talked to me unless we had to, unless I approached him. When we finished our basic training, and had been assigned to different squadrons, I never saw him again. I don't know what happened to him. Sometimes... I hope he reflected on the past, and held immense regret. Especially for someone who had favoured me so much, at one point. At other times, before I arrived here, I wanted to find him and defeat him with my own two fists. But that wouldn't have served any purpose except to make him stronger.” At this, she stopped, taking note of Fallafal's sudden confused stare. She mirrored it with one of her own. “Were you not aware? Saiyans get stronger whenever they're pushed to death. It's what turned the tide during the long war. We had eventually become stronger than their numbers and technology. This is most likely the reason why Frieza had wanted us added to his armies so much. ...We were the perfect weapon for an evil bastard like him.”

“Ah. I see... So you never saw Turnip again?”

“No. Though, as I said, there are times where I wish I did. No doubt he would have used it for his own gain, though I suppose someone like you might call it his loss.”

“Well, you're right. It is his loss.”

“I will never understand that.”

“You don't hafta just yet. Maybe we'll get to that another time.”

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mystic-scripture · 4 years ago

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Prolific Scene: If You Say So

I recently watched an episode of Criminal Minds where Spencer explained it would be safer to kiss someone than shake their hand...so y’all gotta know where this is going.

Blue eyes followed Spencer's third trip to the breakroom for coffee. Wendy was tired of this, it had been months, months since she and Penny had joined the team and while her cousin was thriving and making great relationships, the federal babysitter was having issues. Though to be fair, it was hard being the fusion of their tech and resident genius. Still, she would have thought that some progress would be made. And by progress, she really meant contact.

Handshakes were an everyday part of their job, and as she’d warmed up to the team, the occasional pat on the shoulder, and the even more sporadic hug started to slip into her interactions. JJ and her cousin were the most open with their affections, Derek taking to bear hugging her when she least expected it and the SSAs kept things respectful, but encouraging And she wasn’t complaining about all of that, but rather the lack thereof from one particular member: Dr. Spencer Reid. Okay, sure she’d surprised the hell out of him when she quoted some of his publications at him, and asked questions regarding them. And, yes, he wasn’t that big into touching anybody really, even those he’d known for years. And yes, she was still the new girl who had only joined them on the field a few times since her official position was to keep Penny in line. Logically, she completely understood, but anxiety didn’t have logic, and instead decided to overthink every situation.

Like on the Jet, she’d accidentally started to nod off and had barely fallen into his side. He jerked so instantaneously and so violently, she jumped out of her seat and shuffled off to a different one, kept awake by her face burning from embarrassment. Or when they worked together on a geological profile and their hands collided as they both reached the realization at the same time. While they had both pulled away, Wonder Boy had acted like just the proximity of her hand burned him. If they were assigned the same car, he took the back seat, always as far away from her as possible, a fact she knew she couldn’t make up. All in all, she was a little offended given that she’d been pretty damn respectful of his boundaries.

Which is what made today be the day she’d confront him about it. Pushing herself up from her desk, she pushed the chair back in before grabbing her tea mug making her way over to where her coworker was recaffinating. She didn’t know how he managed to drink so much coffee in a single day, especially when he starts off with a double espresso no matter the time they’re called in, but that wasn’t what this was about. She strode past Derek and Penny, the two giving each other a look that said she was not wearing her poker face, making her mission clear. Elle and JJ looked on from the balcony, making her roll her eyes at the rubbernecking that happened in this office. Finally, she’d reached her destination, rolling her mug between her palms, she paused; debating her course of action.

She decided on grabbing her water bottle from the fridge, which was far enough away to not bother the young doctor who didn’t even seem to register her presence. There was the slightest tilt of the head as he heard the unit open and close, but nothing else, his eyes on the coffee machine as it brewed a new pot. Wendy idly wondered what number that was, given that Spencer wasn’t the only one to drink the java that made the office keep ticking. She took a sip of her drink, shivering at the cold against her teeth before putting it on the counter. Perhaps she should engage in one more test, since she needed to wash her mug anyway, and his towering frame was blocking her way to the sink anyway.

Twisting her lips to the side, she walked over to him, still remaining silent as he did the same. When she reached him, she reached forward, her hand ghosting just above his elbow as if to lead him out of her way. She could barely feel the hair on his arms bristling before he ducked forward, his posture wooden. Walking past, she placed her mug on the sink, running hot water and adding soap into it soak out the honey that had crystallized. Then, just as he started to relax, she struck.

“Allright, Sparky, what gives?” She crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. “Did I do something to offend you or something?”

“Don’t call me Sparky, it sounds like the name of a class hamster or gerbil.” He deflected, turning his head to meet her gaze. “But no, what would make you think that?”

“I was thinking more of a puppy than anything, but that could make it worse.” She quipped. “And while I may not be fantastic at this profiling thing yet, I do know how to read body language well enough to take a hint. So, let’s figure this out like adults.”

“I fail to see how we can figure anything out when you’re the only one aware of the subject matter.” His gaze and hand dropped to the coffee pot as he filled his mug. “So if, as you claim, you want to handle it like adults; enlighten me.”

“Fine.” She stood up, standing at the edge of his personal bubble, smirking as she took his usual aversion to contact. “Wanna explain why any physical contact with me seems to repulse you? And I don’t mean in your usual ‘I have a thing about people touching me’ way. I mean like, visceral reactions. My skin isn’t made of acid, so I don’t know why you insist on acting like it.”

“ If your skin were made of acid you wouldn’t be able to wear any clothing or go anywhere without constant and instant corrosion.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Unless you somehow managed to invent fabrics out of science fiction and comic books.”

“I wear a lot of rubber.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Stop avoiding the question.”

“Look, I don’t know why you’re taking this so personally, as you said, I don’t participate in physical contact or affection, however platonic you may mean it. I don’t know if you noticed this, but I read a lot of facts about things, and my memory makes me remember every single thing. So, forgive me if I don’t really like to think about the amount of pathogens that could pass from you to me with or without your intention. Honestly, it would be safer for us to kiss than to shake hands.”

Wendy smirked, moving quickly to avoid any escape attempts on his part. She pulled on his collar, and leaned upwards, pressing her lips against him in a short, but firm kiss before releasing him with a wink and skirting around him.

“Well in that case, it’s nice to finally meet you, Dr. Reid.” She said, not even bothering to look back. “Maybe now we can get the awkwardness over with.”

She didn’t stop walking until she reached Derek’s desk, looking over, her smile grew. He was still standing, half bent from where she’d positioned him, his arms aloft, and his coffee mug steaming in his hand. It wasn’t until she felt an arm on her shoulder, that she looked into the eyes of her cousin, curiosity written all over her face.

“Wendy, Darling,” Penelope pointed to her, then to the breakroom. “Why do you look so smug while our young Doctor seems to be struggling to reboot?”

“I mean, I could make my guesses, but I’m not gonna steal Doll Face’s thunder.” Derek said, his voice equally smug as he looked pointedly at her lips, where she could feel her lipstick had smudged slightly.

“Oh, we just were getting introduced.” She shrugged, avoiding touching her face. “Formally, that is, and I think that he’s regretting his choice of factoid.”

“You didn’t.” They both said, looking back and forth between her and Reid.

“I might’ve.” She confirmed. “In my defense he was the one that brought it up.”

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“If you broke Pretty Boy, you’re gonna be in charge of fixing him.” Derek said, shaking his head. “But well played, Durant...well played.”

“Hey, girls can play too, Morgan.” Wendy said, moving to her desk, Penelope in her wake. “We have to in order to keep up with guys like you.”

She sat down at her desk, only then touching her lips to adjust her make-up. She sighed, but thanked her cousin for providing her a compact, doing her best to avoid the impending questions. However, when it came to Penelope, there was no avoiding the search for information.

“So you kissed him….” She pulled her lips in, both eyebrows arching upwards.

“Uh, huh…” Wendy’s gaze stayed focused on the mirror.

“And there were no feelings behind it.”

“Nope.”

“None at all?” Penny took the compact back when it was offered. “Just two coworkers kissing so that one could prove a point?”

“If you understand, I fail to see why you’re asking.” She finally met the other woman’s eyes, her face neutral. Or so she thought.

“No reason… Just that you’re still smiling.” She snapped the compact shut, walking off to her tech cave. “And you’re fingers were lingering on your lips even after your make-up was fixed.”

“In your dreams, Pen!” Wendy called after her, looking toward the breakroom as she saw Derek trying to reboot his friend.

Once she was content that no one was looking at her anymore, her fingers brushed against her lips one final time, cursing the fact that she had to work with family. FBI or not, she didn’t need people analysing things before she could realize them. Especially when all she could think about was how it would feel had he returned the gesture, or if she’d waited just a couple seconds longer.

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villainever · 6 years ago

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Eve and the Performance of Morality

The "descent into darkness" as a format for a character arc is relatively common these days, especially in prestige television, and while it's more often played out with men than women, it's not unheard of as a trajectory for female characters. What's so interesting about Eve's development is how FAST it is happening. On a poorly-written show, this would be because the writers were rushing, too caught up in Point B to plot a satisfying journey there from Point A. But Killing Eve is basically a masterclass in good screenwriting, and it leaves us with the unshakeable feeling that this is the only way it COULD happen for Eve.

Other "descending" characters are so often ordinary, but transformed by their remarkable circumstances. They are pushed by the people around them and unfortunate events into compromising on their ideals and values, slowly shifting inch by inch until they've lost sight of who they were. And often, this is where they're killed off, or a redemption begins.

But even though she changes, Eve isn't transformed. She's REVEALED. And not just to us, but to herself. She isn't surrounded by people pushing her to darkness -- in fact, Elena, Hugo, Kenny, Jess and Niko are all trying to hold her back from it. Instead, she chases darkness. She follows Villanelle further and further, around a dozen corners in the gloom, and when the light's gone entirely, Eve realises that she can still SEE. Eve is made for the darkness, and Villanelle knows it from the beginning, but Eve is still working it out.

While I don't think Eve has the same compulsion towards violence that Villanelle does, I do believe they are an example of the nature/nurture conflict. Eve was raised by good people in a good place and got a good education, then married a good man and got a good job. "Nice and normal". At every turn, she was socialised and conditioned to mimic morality and empathy, and while Villanelle often acts this out as well, for Eve, the acting is still subconscious. She believes it comes from an innate impulse, rather than years of being told what to do and how to react. Neither Villanelle nor Eve really connect with people effortlessly on an emotional level, but Villanelle accepts that about herself, while Eve can almost pretend it's been bred out of her.

Eve's stable life and her moral framework are dependent on one another, so they implode at the same time. Staying in the realm of 'normal' with Niko necessitates a certain performance of conventional morality, but when Villanelle not only doesn't demand that performance but actually demonstrates an existence without it, Eve finds it harder and harder to maintain her home life.

Once the door has been opened, it can't be closed again. Eve is realising who she is, and more importantly, who she ISN'T. In 205, Martin says, "Don't add. Take away." And this is how we're experiencing Eve's arc. We take away outside pressure to be normal. We take away moral influences. We take away the expectation of goodness. And this leaves Eve looking a lot more similar to Villanelle than she's perhaps ready to admit yet to herself.

It's worth noting how Niko has identified Eve as self-obsessed, because she definitely is. But a lot of that self-obsession manifests in her fascination with Villanelle -- not only because Eve really likes Villanelle and stops caring about what distracts her from wholeheartedly pursuing her, but because Eve RECOGNISES some part of herself in Villanelle, and almost uses her as a mechanism for self-discovery. She watches what Villanelle does, and enjoys it, while being able to maintain the distance that comes from not having physically done it herself.

As I mentioned earlier, we've seen the "descent" arc before in modern television. One that springs to mind in Piper on OITNB. In S1, Piper commits increasingly selfish acts, but still considers herself a good person -- indeed, nothing she does can be really that bad, because she's a Good Person. Over S2 and S3, she continues downwards, until by S4, she's no longer able to reconcile the two versions of herself, so she decides she must be a Bad Person. Because of her pathological need to be liked, this doesn't work for her either, and ultimately, Piper ends up trying to do good things to become a genuinely Good Person.

Eve, I think, originally believed that she would hit some point like this, and bounce up from the bottom. But she won't. Why? Because at first, Eve thinks she needs people to like her, but she actually doesn't. She fires Kenny -- the last of their original team, the last person who knew Old Eve (not counting Carolyn, who has layers I won't get into here) -- and doesn't really miss him, or notice he's gone (eg. calling Hugo "Kenny"; they're interchangeable and missable). She wants Villanelle's attention, but Villanelle 'liking' her is different to the way other people might -- Villanelle wants her, is attracted to the best of the worst in her, is enjoying Eve's emergence from her crucible (or cocoon, depending on how you want to frame it). Eve's primary drive is Villanelle's interest in her, and that's certainly not holding her back in her journey.

Secondly, Eve doesn't actually care about being good. She's had numerous potential "wake-up call" moments -- stabbing Villanelle, facilitating the torture of the Ghost, nearly pushing the guy at the train station, Niko leaving, Villanelle killing someone right in front of her, etc. Yes, she had a minor breakdown over knifing Villanelle, but that was more the idea of Villanelle being gone than the stabbing itself, because the way Eve later says she thinks of it "all the time" doesn't sound as black and white as regretting it in its entirety; like Villanelle, she views it as a point of significsnt connection between them and I don't believe she'd let that go. Regardless, the point is that if she had a real gut connection to her moral compass, she would've bailed. Because really, her original mission is over. She caught Villanelle. She chased her and drew level and she's done.

But Eve's not done, because she's chasing not just Villanelle, but the Eve who can keep pace with her. She's chasing what Villanelle represents -- freedom from a system that doesn't fit Eve, not really.

What we have to remember, though, is that Eve has been socially and ideologically programmed for forty-five years. Most sociopaths lead typical lives and have long-term relationships and never really dig too deep into their psychology. It's doable. This is why Eve is slipping fast but not faster -- she's had a taste of liberation from her constraints, but her skin has long since grown over those shackles, so it's hard not to see them as a part of herself, and difficult to get them off.

But they'll come off, because Eve isn't a quiet woman with an average husband and a respectable government job. Eve is a chameleon, the way Villanelle is, only she's less deliberate and has been playing her character for far longer.

Which leads me to Villanelle's speech on life being boring and why it was so important for Eve to hear it. If we look at classic "chaotic" characters like Eve and Villanelle, they're often motivated by boredom, or rather, the desire to escape it. Villanelle and Eve are stuck in a world designed for other people.

The fact is, Eve has been bored forever. Eve was bored long before the pilot, when she was stuck in a holding pattern with Niko and imagining how she'd kill him, not because she wanted him gone but because it was INTERESTING. When she started keeping track of a female assassin but not even trying to report her, because she wasn't aiming for justice but ENTERTAINMENT.

Another fascinating element of their dynamic is that we as an audience are usually positioned to root for a redemption, but with Eve, we can't imagine anything more disappointing. We don't need her to turn it all around, we need her to dive in. Not only because it makes for a fresh storyline, but because great arcs are about characters finding who they are, and we have already grasped who Eve is. Along with Villanelle, we're waiting on her to realise it and act on it. Eve returning to her normal life would be a wolf among sheep, and I think Eve has gone too far. Not in that she's committed serious crimes she'd always be guilty of -- although she's getting close -- but because Eve is coming to understand she's not who she imagined she was, and any performance after this will be a conscious one. A decision to pretend. And guess what? That'll get boring, too. We root for a darkening Eve because we want her and Villanelle to escape that boredom, and escape it together, and forgetting this ever happened is not a way to do that.

I've smashed this out on my phone because I had a lot of thoughts and I'm not going to proofread because no one will actually read this. But essentially, I think we can expect Eve to continue using Villanelle as a proxy for a little while longer, until she's ready to cut loose her parachute. She hasn't committed to this yet because she doesn't want to forfeit the possibility of her old life to go back to (which is why she was upset over splitting from Niko even though she couldn't care less when he's actually around), but once she is reminded how horribly BORING it was, there'll be nothing to hold her back anymore. Because better to flame and implode than be smothered in a kitschy kitchen with a man you imagine blending up and pouring into a thermos. Better to be true and horrible than be nothing.

If you did read this thank you and I promise I'll stop writing mini essays and go back to regularly scheduled memes in a moment. I don't really do these because they don't interest anybody, but lmao, these two always get me thinking. hmu if you wanna trade theories lol.

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klaus-is-the-real-number-1 · 6 years ago

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She’s Electric (Number 5 x reader)

54A/N: wowowow so im not smart at all so hopefully i pulled the whole fake smart act because im pure clueless :))) hope yas enjoy :)) still havent posted the playlist of all the songs because my spotify has my full name and am not that commited for ppl to find this soo. and i also went a bit off like i hope this is what you want lmao.:)) stay fresh. (ok so you have powers in this and its more like portal jumping rather than spatial jumping so you like create holes and jump down ? if that makes sense(also if anyone gets the date hmu))

ASK: jellyxfulll:hi could you please do one where the reader is really smart, likes coffee and sarcasm (legit a carbon copy of him) like five and when he meets them he’s absolutely smitten ? i have a lot in common with him anD i wAnt to bE loVed bY mY fiCtionAl chAracteR

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Black coffee steamed in it’s mug as it sat out in the open, wind swirling it in different patterns. The swirls of steam looked like it was dancing a tango, as if the beat it was dancing too kept getting faster and faster until a sudden stop and the steam disappears, signifying the end of a dramatic dance.

Black ink stained up the side of your hand as you furiously wrote away, you just couldn’t get the equation right and you couldn’t use your powers, not yet. You were on the run from the commission as they wanted to use you for your powers, it was a valuable asset, time travel and dimension jumping, the Handler said it could open a whole new market for them but once you refused they came after you.

You’d got the equation wrong while you were running and you got stuck, you got stuck somewhere, an abandoned world that hadn’t been looked after. Years and years passed with you stuck in the wasteland of a world until the Handler came back but you couldn’t say no otherwise you’d die alone with no chance of seeing your loved ones again. So you became a killer to survive, you kept to yourself. In that world it was kill or be killed.

After years of service you thought you had the equation, endless nights of black coffee and sleep deprivation you thought you’d got it right. All you wanted to do is go and see your family again but next thing you knew you were 16 years old again and stuck in some random dimension but it was a start. You had removed any form of tracker the Handler had on you back in 1854 after completing your last mission.

During your time in the small town you’d managed to get a small job to rent a tiny one bedroom apartment, it wasn’t the best but it would do for the time being, until you get the maths right.

You let out an exasperated sigh, slamming your pen down on your scribble ridden page. It was a bright but nippy day meaning you could sit outside in peace and be uninterrupted. Griddy’s was always quiet on week days, the perfect time to go for a black coffee and just go over everything that’s happened, it’s good to do that sometimes, just to think and remember.

Reaching for your coffee, you underestimated the distance between the mug and your hand resulting in the mug falling. You open a portal under it so it falls right into your hand and take a sip, placing it down gently in it’s original place.

“How did you do that?” A boy was suddenly next to you, an excitable expression present on his face. He looked about the same age as you, but he had a look in his eyes, like he’d seen some things.

“What do you mean?” You ask, pretending to be confused, taking another sip of your coffee. You watched as he pulled the seat opposite to you out and sat down crossing his arms and legs simultaneously. He looked at you with a slight smirk.

“You’re y/n, aren’t you?” He leant back in his chair, scanning you up and down. “I’ve heard so much about you.” His eyes could tell 1000 stories but you could tell that he had no one to tell, no one would understand.

“huh, interesting, I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t really know who you are.” You say matching his movements but making sure you can have easy access to some form of weapon of he attacks. For all you knew he could be part if the commission finally catching up to you.

“I’m Five, ex-commission.” You narrow your eyes at him as he sticks his hand out, you take a glance at his hand. You reach out but just before you meet his hand you grab the handle of your mug, bringing it to your lips. Fives hand drops and he lets out a breathy laugh, crossing his arms again.

“I would introduce myself but you seem to already know who I am so I guess there’s no need.” You give him a sickly sweet smile before taking another sip. You had heard a little bit about Five, he had a similar story to you,stuck in an apocalypse, ran away from the Commission to see his family and tried (and succeeded) to stop the apocalypse.

Five couldn’t believe his eyes when he first saw what you did with the mug, there was only one person who he had heard that could do that, y/n. Five had heard rumours upon rumours about y/n, an example of some is that she was the most deadly killer the commission had ever seen and the prettiest person the universe had ever seen, and Five couldn’t agree more. He couldn’t imagine you ever killing anybody, your hair loosely hung with strands tucked behind your ear. Five took in your soft features, the warmth of your eyes and the freckles that littered all over your face and arms, presumably from the years in the apocalypse.

“It’s rude to stare.” You tell Five, not even looking up from your writings. Out of the corner of your eye you see him shift uncomfortably, averting his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know why you’re still here but if you’re lying about being ex-commission and are here to try and kill me I think you should reconsider your options because we both know who will make it out alive.”

“I’m not lying about being ex-commission, I know what it’s like and I think I can help you with getting back.” Locking eyes with Five, you saw the sincerity in his eyes. He held out his hand, you think about the worst possible outcomes from this situation, you take his hand.

You had never travelled the way Five normally does, you just were not used to it. As soon you reached the desired destination your knees gave out and a wave of nausea washed over you. A retching sound made it’s way out of your body as you cover your mouth with shaking hands, as if that would stop you from being sick.

“How the fuck do you travel like that?” You almost shout at Five, staring at him from the floor, you didn’t even know where you were, you didn’t care. Another wave came over you again along with a banging headache. The one thing that you were grateful for in the Commission is that they let you travel how you wanted, the first time you had used a briefcase you could’t stop shaking and being sick which wasn’t the most efficient if you needed to complete a mission.

With a flash of blue Five was holding a glass of water crouched down next to you. “Here take this.” He held the glass closer to you.

“How is making me sick going to help me get home?” You say cautiously taking the glass from his hand. You sit up straight and try to take a deep breath in.

“Just show me your equations, I’ll see what I can do.”

Days turned into weeks, then weeks into months. The more time you spent with Five the more you began to forget about the equation. Truth be told, you got the right equation about 3 weeks into working on it with Five. After years of being alone you liked spending all this time with Five, you were both equally as emotionally deprived as each other, both in need of a friend who you could relate to.

Feelings for Five was also a newly developed emotion, the more time you spent with him the stronger these feelings got and all of his family could tell. You had met the Hargreeves on many occasions, often getting comments about how much you had made him come out of his shell since he stopped the apocalypse. But it’s not like you wouldn’t do couply things, if that was even a word, you would hold hands, cuddle and exchange compliments back and forth all the time. It was done so casually, as if you both didn’t know what to do with your feelings.

You were currently laid down with your head in Fives lap as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally twirling stands in his fingers. It was a summers day, natural light streamed through the open window, giving the room a natural glow.

“y/n,” He lightly taps your nose. “You’re really pretty.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. You knew you had to tell him at some point, about the equation, you just didn’t know how. Sighing, you sat up and faced Five, you noticed in the past months how his features had softened from the hard, brooding looks he used to give.

“Five, I’ve found the equation.”

“What?”

“I’ve found the equation.” You repeat with more force. “But I’m torn, I don’t know what to do.” You searched his face, trying to read the emotion. “I miss my family so much. But I don’t want to leave here, you’ve shown me theres so much in this timeline.” His face dropped.

Five didn’t want to sound selfish but he didn’t want you to leave, the past few months had been the best time of his life, he’d found someone who understands him. Y/N never questioned his coping mechanisms, you had actually made him accept his own past and move on with his life. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you. Five eyes began to sting, he felt a wave of sadness but also anger, he felt himself getting warm, an uncontrollable range swept over, consuming any other emotion that was in it’s way.

“How long have you had it for.” Five had a quite voice, not looking you in the eyes.

“A few months.” You watch as Fives fist clenched. “Five I-” But he had cut you off.

“So you’ve just been leading me on.” Five eyes met yours. They weren’t the soft, welcoming eyes you had come to love, they were cold, hard and shut off, the only emotion you could see in his eyes was anger.

“What no, why would you-”

“Maybe you should just leave.” Your chest sank, Five let you go from his grip and stood up. He looked like the killer you had only heard about mere months ago, he didn’t look like your Five anymore. “Just go, y/n.”

So you did, no arguments, no questioning, you had gone. As soon as you left the room Five caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror but the reflection wasn’t him, it was the killer that he thought he’d left in the Commission, he was his clenched fists and cold eyes. He couldn’t believe he spoke to y/n like that, looking like this.

“Y/N!” He called out, he was in a cold panic. He kept calling your name out, traveling to your work, your house, all your favourite places but you weren’t there. Five had been told that you handed in your resignation at work and your flat was cleared, you had gone home.

Five didn’t know what to do with himself since you had left, he was constantly thinking about the what ifs, what if he acted differently, what if he didn’t snap. You had been gone from Fives timeline for almost a year, he didn’t have much to remember you by other than one picture that he had on his bed side table. The picture was taken by Allison of the two of you, you had both fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs, you looked so peaceful together as Five held you in his arms.

He fell in love with you in the time he had met you, the complexity of love confused him but he wanted to figure it out with you. He loved the way you talked, how you carried yourself, your smarts, your personality, everything. It was a cold night and Five wasn’t able to sleep, he just laid there staring at the ceiling. There was a strange noise, a noise he knew well, y/n.

“Hey Five.” You were breathless, it had taken you so long to find the right equation for the frequency of Fives timeline, to see him again.

Five couldn’t believe his eyes, you were really there. Without a second thought Five leapt out of his bed and crashed his lips to yours, he pulled away and tightly wrapped his arms around your frame.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I’ve missed you so much.” You couldn’t agree more, leaving was an impulse moment of anger, there was a gap in your heart that only Five could fill. “y/n, I love you so much.” He held your hands, his eyes were soft again, filled with love.

“I love you too.”

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saigeboredeaux-blog · 5 years ago

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hello !! below you will find a Plot Page that i have stolen from several sources (aka everybody whose done one of these) !! u can like it, u can...not, like it, either way when i wake up after blacking out and writing this (like...later? today? technically?) i will b messaging ppl that i haven’t rly plotted w/ yet ! and i Guess i’ll come bother u if u do choose to like this !

saige bordeaux | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

grew up under real strict parents so now she’s constantly acting like a wild teenager because she has no ! self control ! very very impulsive, but like, also very bubbly. can talk forever. big on photography (portraits, mainly) and like, her bass guitar, and partying. she’s like...actually really smart (knows multiple languages!) but she’s just got so much big dumbass energy that it doesn’t even matter. has problems w/ substance abuse and essentially just hides her Bad Emotions under layers and layers of goofy obnoxiousness. sort of in love w/ everybody she meets. tries to befriend everybody b/c she can’t handle people...like, not liking her? hates being alone! tries to be busy 24/7 WANTED CONNECTIONS: i think more...antagonistic plots, would be interesting? y’know, like, ‘friends’ using her for her money, or because she’s got this fucking endless supply, or just b/c she’s a good time / a good fuck / etc. etc. bad influences, like, somebody where they just go Too Far with some shit whether it’s that sort of reckless selfishness in the name of having a Good Time or like...running from cops LMAO, y’know ?? on the other hand, good influences ! people who recognize that she’s Overcompensating with her actions. somebody who thinks they’ve got a thing going on and don’t realize that this is how saige is with everybody. more hookups are always welcome ! more party pals ! more genuine, close, soft friends !

*amos barot | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

rich-boy-gone-broke ‘cos his dad mc’fucked up and is in jail for like, credit fraud and embezzlement or something. dramatic, and excessive, but like ... in a classy way. super smart, like, will debate you on his smartness. will debate you in many things just for fun. a...stoner, honestly. doesn’t try to be funny because idk how to be funny but he Is Funny so Laugh (this is a threat) , but he does use humor as a coping mechanism b/c boy...do he got problems. has real bad insomnia, probably worsens his anxiety but he’s big stupid and won’t admit it. a smart ass, jack ass, and a dumb ass all in one. has a caffeine problem. has a fucking ego problem, too, lbr. gotta keep yourself disillusioned so you don’t crack! haha but a forced haha. chaotic bisexual but like how does he Fuck so often...i don’t know... WANTED CONNECTIONS: hnng...give me his Serious Ex Girlfriend. who he was very much in love w/ but life got real stressful and they just sort of. cracked under the pressure of. more ppl he does assignments for !! please, the juiciness of it all...people who keep bothering him to fix their like, laptops or something and he’s Tired. somebody catch him sleepwalking ... please ... he’s a danger to himself. smoking buddies. more debating buddies. hook ups galore. enemies, like...rivals. specifically rivals. but any sort of banter ? we love. ** i MAY be switching him in season 2, but i’m not 100% yet.

*aleta evers | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

aaaa !! mean girl ! comes from a wealthy family but like...hates her dad...doesn’t talk to her siblings at all...is all by her lonesome if you don’t count her boyfriend. has...always been rude to people, like, she just doesn’t have a filter? acts and dresses like she’s more refined than she is but sometimes she just Goes off on somebody and it’s like ... stop. big on sports, can probably break your collar bone. has probably broken somebody’s collar bone before, actually. cries a lot but will yell at you if you point it out. on the inside she’s just Constantly Sad and few people get to see her be less...mean. very judgmental even though she’s not really in the place to. willing to start a rumor about you if you annoy her or like ... she thinks she can benefit from it. willing to manipulate other’s for her own gain. ruthless but like...a lil needy. WANTED CONNECTIONS: friends but like ... temporary friends ! like, let’s have her drop them ! or get into a stupid argument ! let’s build bridges and then BURN THEM. anybody she can flirt with even though she’s in a relationship / temptations that like ... give her the thought to cheat but she Never Pulls Through. people who are just like ‘ur relationship is bullshit lol’ but it falls on deaf ears ‘cos she’s ! stubborn ! ex-hook ups ? somebody she gets into...a physical fight with...because that’s SO like aleta sdnjfkg. people who know her siblings and are just like wow...ur nothing like them...you’re a bitch... ** i MAY be switching her in season 2, but i’m also not 100% yet !!

cain romanov | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

rochester golden boy ! senator’s son ! major asshole ! these are all things of the PAST. essentially an untouchable asshole in lockwood. they just ... got away with shit too easily b/c of their parents. up and joined a cult and that left them Very Fucked Up and like...they transferred to hendrix to Heal from said Traumatic Experiences and to start Fresh, but alas ! everybody from their past is here and it Blows. is softer now. has like, four cats. doesn’t sleep often. climbs trees often. literally cannot be touched directly because it’ll send them into a panic attack. just wants to mind their business and like...get better. calm, hates conflicts Now. has a stutter and always wears leather gloves. probably, also, uses humor as a coping mechanism. like...don’t get them wrong...they Will tell you about the cult if the conversation steers that way but only because their therapist says that they shouldn’t try to avoid talking about it. WANTED CONNECTIONS: old enemies, current reconciliations. people they’re proving they’re different towards. people they’re just...trying to mend relationships with ‘cos when they left they dropped like...so many friends. amsterdam friends who don’t really know that they used 2 be a major asshole. people who treat them Softly ‘cos like...they pity them but cain Hates it. people sus of them ‘cos they’re...just a sus person. old bullying victims. just people who are ??? at them being Around. they don’t hook up but like....sexting, anybody ?? either they’ve never met or they know cain’s deal n they’re just like aight. we can work w/ this.

as always you can find me here or on discord as emo stan#3644 -- whether it’s for convos or plots or like ... something ... hmu if you wanna learn about the two new muses i’ve been building and may or may not bring during season 2. also in case ur doubting my discord name ... i’ve been listening to a playlist called bop that Bussy ; emo version. i got distracted when they played bulls in the bronx. i wasn’t even a huge ptv fan. ok goodnight sijdfg

#water:ooc #substance abuse tw #anxiety mention tw #panic attack tw #cult tw #these r all just mentions and all intros have the necessary tw's #but like b safe #i feel like i was going to ramble in the tags #but i forgot everything and im just sleepy

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anip-ocs · 6 years ago

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"Why'd I get detention?!" A voice shrieked from inside the building.

"Because Mr. Kent still thinks you don't speak English!" Another shout replied--this was Brett. The first voice must be Diana, then--the girl who sat in the back of her math class making animal noises and answering any questions in what Alana believed may have been either Russian or German. Or both.

Diana Terrível--local queen of mischief and style.

(Bonus Pic and text under the cut)

Location: Kasey K-12 School for the Gifted, Kihiro City, California, United States

Time: Friday, October 25th, 3:15 PM

The detention slip told Ken he had to be in a 'Mrs. Ginny''s room at 3:10. However, it had taken him ten minutes after the bell rang just to find Mrs. Ginny's room, let alone get his things into his locker. There was no sort of room number on the paper, and the man he'd asked had pointed him in the entirely wrong direction. Turns out that man was Mrs. Ginny's substitute. He didn't even seem sorry.

He walked in to see his friends already in there, trying to hide their laughter. In there with them was the boy who had been bullying Alana a few weeks ago, and a girl he’d seen skipping down the hall singing a handful of times. The girl wasn’t subtle at all, and straight-up pointed his way and let out a cackle.

“Nice hair, dweeb,” she said, still snickering. Ken couldn’t help but sigh, even as he sent her a glare and took a seat near his friends.

A few moments later, the curly-haired substitute closed the door and moved to lean on the desk. He was tall--very tall. Taller than Alana--which was unbelievably rare, now that Maddi thought about it. Hell, this guy had to duck to get back inside.

“Greetings, future juvenile delinquents,” he began.

“Hello,” the girl greeted with a grin, leaning back in her chair. The sub laughed a bit before he continued.

“I’m Mr. Peters. I don’t care if you guys stay quiet or whatever it is kids do in detention now, but I’m supposed to tell you to be quiet and do all that stuff anyways. I’m off to the teacher’s lounge. Don’t leave the room, don’t kill anybody, see you guys later.”

“No promises,”

Everyone made sure to scoot as far away from the animal noise girl as possible.

“As I’ve already said, I don’t really care. I’m out.” at that, Mr. Peters walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. ‘Madame Mimicry’ stood and made her way to the window, watching a bit. Brett sent her a look.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Watching Mr. Peters drive away on a motorcycle with his boyfriend.” everyone rushed to the window to see that she was telling the truth--Mr. Peters was noticeably not in the teacher’s lounge as he rode away on the back of a motorcycle, being driven by another man his age.

“How do you know that’s his boyfriend?” Brian asked.

“He gushes about him sometimes when he subs my classes.”

“Well then,” Ken said, watching as the two turned a corner and vanished from view.

“I mean, they could at least wear helmets. They might crash, and then they’d get comas.” Maddi said.

“Or die,” the animal noise girl added. Maddi nodded.

“That too,”

“So now what do we do?” Brett asked.

“...guess we just talk to each other?” Alana said with a shrug. Brett just scoffed, flipping hair out of his face.

“And why would I want to talk to you?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll snap your fucking neck,” animal noise girl and Maddi said at the same time. They sent each other a look before low-fiving each other.

Everyone made sure to stay as far away from those two as possible.

“...let’s start with names, then, since we’re apparently being forced to talk to each other. Not like I know who any of you are--except maybe you,” Brett sent Alana a look. “And not even your actual name. Unless your birth certificate says ‘Glasses Dork.’”

“My birth certificate says Alana,” Alana tucked her arms into her jacket.

“Huh. Okay,”

“Hey, our names rhyme!” animal girl said with a grin.

“Oh, really? What’s your name?” Alana asked, shifting in her seat.

“Diana! Diana Terrível! And the ‘I’ on my last name has a really cool accent on it.”

“Oh, cool!”

“I’m Ken Shinigami,” Ken almost bowed, but then stopped himself. Apparently bowing was weird. Apparently all the formalities his father had taught him were strange here… what else was?

Apparently, his last name.

“Hello there, Ken Demon.” Diana grinned again. Oh right, that. Ken rose an eyebrow and Diana just burst out laughing, Brett following quickly after.

“Demons aside, I’m Taylor. Wakes, since we’re doing last names.” Taylor offered a short wave. The group of students began shifting their desks closer together, sitting on them to talk. Ken sat in the chair the same way they had to during school, instead of taking advantage of their ‘freedom.’ What a dweeb.

“I’m Cujo Smithson, but everyone calls me CJ.” CJ said with a grin.

There was a moment of silence as everyone wondered who was going to go next. CJ nudged Brian so hard he nearly fell off his desk. The boy fumbled with his tablet for a moment before shoving CJ in return.

“Brian Hodges,” he said, sending a glare his friend’s way.

“I’m Maddi,” Maddi said with a shrug. Ken sat up a bit in his seat.

“Hey, Maddi, I just realized you’ve never told me your last name,” he said. Maddi’s hands curled into fists.

“There’s a reason for that,”

“What is it?”

“Don’t use it.”

“Well, why not?”

“Don’t ask,” Alana said, nudging him in the shoulder and sending him a look that said he’d better not ask. Needless to say, Ken didn’t ask.

“...well, I’m Brett Mage.” Brett said with a sigh.

“So what are you all here for?” Diana asked.

“Skipping,” Maddi said. Her friends all nodded in agreement.

“I skipped detention,” Brett shrugged. Alana’s eyes grew wide.

“You skipped detention?!” she asked.

“Yup.”

“What were you originally here for?” Maddi asked. She scarcely noticed Brian’s grin--it was clear he knew something.

“Talking back to the teacher,”

“What’d you say so bad that you got detention?” Taylor quirked an eyebrow. Brian let out a snort and covered his mouth.

Brett slammed his hands on the desk. “I was being smarter than the goddamn teacher, that’s what! He was being all like ‘everyone open Internet Explorer and go to this website’ and I said ‘Why do we have to use Internet Explorer, that program sucks, can’t we use Chrome? They’re all way faster’ and he’s all ‘because I’m the teacher you do what I say, I’m Mr. Gardner and I hate smart children bleh bleh bleh’ and I said ‘I refuse to use Internet Explorer, at least let us use Firefox, goddammit’ and then he handed me a referral for cursing in class.”

Diana started laughing uncontrollably.

“I remember that! Wasn’t that also for playing Overwatch during his presentation on applying animations to PowerPoints?” Brian asked. Brett just seemed even more exasperated.

“I was told that we were going to learn how to design websites and program video games and stuff, but no! We’re just learning stuff that any third grader could figure out! Hell, he does everything the long way, I’m smarter than the damn teacher, what the fuck?!”

“Wait,” Diana gave him a puzzled look. “Are most people not smarter than the teacher?”

“We aren’t supposed to be. Doesn’t tend to happen that way, though.”

“I can’t believe he’s spent two entire months teaching us how to use Microsoft Word?” Brian said. This elicited a groan from Brett, a full-blown, head-tipped-back groan. Diana looked completely lost. Taylor gave her a pat on the shoulder.

“Right?! I mean, doesn’t he know that everyone uses Google Docs now?! It’s way better than anything else on the market, and it's free!”

“Actually, I think Shinigami Docs is better than Google Docs,” Ken stated.

“But you have to pay for it! And that doesn’t even mention…”

This began a three-way techno dork-off. Alana decided that Brett was not only the biggest dork she’d ever met in her entire life so far, but was also rivaling Brianna Jones for the title of Biggest Drama Queen in the Entire School. No wonder they were dating.

“Wait. You never said what you did to get in here?” Alana said suddenly, looking at Diana. She was greeted with a positively wicked grin.

“I put someone in the hospital,” she stated. The room grew quiet.

Everyone made sure to scoot as far away from her as possible. Except, this time, for Brett.

“Liar!” he called, pointing at her. “You are a dirty liar! Ha!” he turned to address the rest of the room. “She’s in here because she keeps meowing and shit in math class, answering questions in basically every language except English.”

“Actually, that’s just what they caught me for.” Ken felt a shudder go down his spine when she smiled again. Her teeth looked like fangs.

Brett scooted away too.

Disillusions: In The Beginning Yakk list: @ravenpuffwriter @dreamswithadashofspice @ejmcmoon @writerofwriting @beeofwriting

(If you wanna be added to/removed from the tag list just hmu)

#writing sneak peeks #anipwrites disillusions #diana terrivel #Ken Shinigami #Alana Ritroso #Maddi #Brian Hodges #Cujo CJ Smithson #Taylor Wakes #Brett Mage #anipwrites art #anipwritesart #anip writing #Disillusions #have I ever posted anything about Diana?#like the tag for her already existed but have I ever talked about her any or even shown yall what she looks like?#she's like. the best #I need to draw something that's like 'team Diana vs Team Ken' because most of the server's favorites are either Diana or Ken

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terryblycute · 2 years ago

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theres..... this thing that i feel very strongly about... but something that is also incredibly conflicting to me...... which i cannot talk about to any of my closest friends, because im pretty sure it would trigger them..... so i can only keep this to myself, but it hurts..... so, if anybody sees this and maybe wants to listen, maybe share their thoughts on it, hmu i guess :/ what i wanna talk about includes suicide and (dying of) cancer, so be warned

#terry.txt

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smilesapphic · 6 years ago

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tag game

Rules: tag 10 mutuals you want to know better.

@cloudedsunshines tagged me (ty!! lob ur blog)

Name: Em

Star Sign: sag sun but its bullshit fdsfh im a Taurus moon tho which is more accurate

Height: 5′4

Put your playlist on shuffle. What are the first four songs to come up?

these are from my july ‘18 playlist (i have manyyy playlists) ((also august was all kpop fdjkshg))

1. your shirt - chelsea cutler

2. beach bummer - no vacation

3. falling for u - peachy!, mxmtoon

4. talk is overrated - Jeremy zucker, blackbear

Ever had a song or poem written about you?

not that i remember,, i dated a girl who made a playlist for me and i try to not remember the time i dated a boy fjkdsg

When was the last time you played guitar?

last Friday! i miss it so much, i moved into my dorm yesterday and i don't have enough room/privacy for it here :(

also edit: as im finishing this my roommate (not in my room, but our rooms as connected thru our shared bathroom) started playing guitar and singing :( im so sad i cant have mine here)

Who is your celebrity crush?

i don't think i have anybody im like Obsessed with but i lov Zendaya plus some kpop idols butttttt

What’s a sound you love? What’s a sound you hate?

i rly love like any nature-y sounds,, plus any sound my dog makes, and the purring of my next door neighbor’s cat. she’s lovely. and my mom’s lil humming-singing she does in the car. i hate nails on chalkboard, foam rubbing together, that kind of thing

Do you believe in ghosts?

mayb idk. haven't thought abt it too much lol

How about aliens?

aliens for SURE ya. theyre out there. u kno. ya

Do you drive?

well i won’t too much anymore now that im at uni in the city. but ye, im decent but i only drive in the suburbs

What was the last book you read?

a long way gone, memoirs of a boy soldier by Ishmael beah (i think that's right) it was rly sad yet a good read but it was for the honors program at my school so i had to. before that i started reading fingersmith (i forget who its by) but i never got to finish it

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

i broke my leg when i was like 4 but last year i fractured my back bc im a dancer and it sucked so bad. its so much pain for such a long time and moving like at all would hurt. plus i had to wear a back brace that limited like all of my movement for the majority of my senior year and i had to sit out at dance for months. sucked.

Do you have any obsessions right now?

not rly but i guess like critical role right now. im trying to get caught up and im currently on ep 28 of the second campaign (no i haven't seen the first don't bully me, maybe someday). also loona. lov those talented gorls. other than that idk just whatever i rb at the time that isn't lesbian/girl stuff or humor stuff

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

hmm not rly. theres some ppl who’ve done me wrong but i don't see them anymore. when i was in high school and had to see them i just ignored them.

In a relationship?

nop girls hmu im lonely :((

im tagging @curjous @elerryn @chaoticdyke @adoredpink @paintstainedgay @lyre-leaf @canheal @1999thot @lesbianfarmcore @liebstes if yall want to/haven't done it already

#tag game #tagged #thank u again bree for tagging me this was fun!!

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rawbin69 · 3 years ago

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Hello! I found you on YouTube just recently and your artwork/videos are so FREAKING GORGEOUS WHAT HOW ARE YOU NOT MORE POPULAR??????

I was scrolling through your videos and am enamored by your talent and style and I'd love to commission you for a PMV, if you're open to comissions??

If you're willing and interested, I'd love to chat over on Discord about it! I just didn't want to send you a straight message there without any warning or anything as I thought that might be crossing some boundaries a literal stranger shouldn't....^^;

But pls let me know if you're interested! I'd love to commission you if at all possible! ♡♡♡

Hi!!! Thank you so so much for even considering commissioning me at all, it means a lot :-D I also appreciate telling me here first lol because it's easier to,,, idk, talk this way for me? Feels like there's less pressure haha because I'm not DIRECTLY speaking to somebody ^^

My commissions have been closed for a while now, but I'm intrigued and will make an exception :-0 I've never done a PMV commission before, it could be fun! I think whether I'd do it depends on how long the PMV is and what song? (Also price I guess but ngl, price isn't too important to me - I don't want to undersell myself because of the principle of it, but I actually don't care lololol but anyways my prices are very flexible! I could take 1$ for every frame and be happy with that lmao)

Anyways, if it's a song I like and the script is fun enough and the designs simple enough, I'd love to do it! :-D You're free to ask me in DMs on discord (my tag is Sweetfrost#8870 btw, but I will change it pretty soon - like I've said before, I'm in the process of rebranding everywhere) and I might say yes! But, please keep in mind, I might say no for one reason or another. I do art for fun, and drawing stories is fun, but only if it's a story that I actually like and my tastes are a bit specific when it comes to stories. ^^

Anyways some hard "no"s on things I won't do that I'll state right away just in case to avoid any Awkward Conversation (including some obvious ones that I don't think anybody would ever ask and some things that are just Personal):

- no sexual NSFW

- Nothing homophobic, racist, transphobic, ableist etc

- No pedophilia, even if it's depicted as bad, it makes me uncomfortable and I don't trust myself to depict it well enough

- Only feral animals. No anthros, humans, etc; not confident enough just yet

- No human structures, like buildings (except for like- fences, if you wanna include a kitty pet I guess? Just don't expect it to look good)

- No extremely detailed designs. It's not fun to draw the same 29 stripes over and over (if yours are really complicated I could just simplify them though!!!)

- REALLY can't do commissions on a time limit. Like- obviously one like "please update me at least once a month" is Valid but I'm busy with stuff and also my inspiration levels fluctuate a lot so sometimes I'll get 20 fully rendered drawings done in a day then 0 in months, and I don't like being forced, y'know?

there's probably more but oh well. If those conditions or whatever you want to call them are fine, feel free to HMU! :-D

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resting-meme-face · 4 years ago

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001 portal

Favorite character: Caroline/GLaDOS (I see them as, you know, intertwined enough to count them as one).

Least Favorite character: Wheatley. Any Tumblr motherfucker on here in 2011 for all the UWU blond Wheatleys being everywhere knows my pain.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): ...5? Look, fam, there ain’t a lot of characters here. We got the Chell/GLaDOS. We got the Cave/Caroline. Annnnd...that’s about it. Atlas/Peabody, maybe? I’m not subjecting anybody to Wheatley.

Character I find most attractive: Caroline

Character I would marry: ...MAYBE Chell? I’d want to check out her mental state a bit first. Like everyone else in the game is absolutely fucking batshit and/or would sell my soul for a corn chip. I worry that Chell might be hyper-sane after her ordeal, but if she was chill, we could marry.

Character I would be best friends with: I’d try with GLaDOS, but she’d just release deadly neurotoxin on me.

a random thought: I don’t want a Portal 3. I feel like the story there is done.

An unpopular opinion: Caroline is more homo-romantic or asexual than anything, but Cave is like a major exception to her sexuality and gender preferences.

my canon OTP: Cave/Caroline is the best ship in the game, and it’s canon.

Non-canon OTP: Chell/GLaDOS? I guess?

most badass character: Cave Johnson, but only in the hyper ironic sense. That dumb motherfucker is crazy. Love him.

pairing I am not a fan of: Wheatley/Chell

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Wheatley, honestly? I feel like way more could have been done with him, as an exploration of privilege or a more profound contrast to GLaDOS. Instead, he was just like a funny punchline.

favourite friendship: Can you call what Chell and GLaDOS have a friendship? It’s like a fond animosity, after a point. Everyone playing their roles.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Well, Chell’s parents are like super dead, soooo

Which Portal friend of mine is this? Or is this an anon who was never a mutual? You should hmu. I’m always down to talk about Caroline/GLaDOS-centric Portal-shit.

Check out these questions.

Maybe ask me one.

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btsjfans · 7 years ago

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Our Song pt 3

Thanks so much for reading, and sending feedback! I love talking to you guys and I’m so grateful you enjoy these :) Don’t forget to hmu with feedback and requests :)!!

masterlist

part 1 part 2

Jungkook x Reader, fluff/smut

Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets

You text Mark the next morning, telling him about Jungkook’s invitation.

“I’ll wait with you after school and ride my bike behind the car just in case anything happens, I’ve got you” He’d said. You loved how protective Mark was, but you almost didn’t want him riding after the car, not after the moment you two had yesterday. Mark probably thinks that you don’t want Jungkook, that Jungkook was pressuring you into that kiss. You did’t know you wanted him until you stared into his dark eyes, until his breath was hot on your lips, until the words of his song echoed in your head. Yeah, you had your second thoughts. What if he really was just trying to get you in bed? What if he lied about being with those girls? But still, those words he said echoed in your head, ‘I..I just have always felt something towards you. I don’t know I can’t explain it. Like whenever I saw you pass I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Whenever I saw your smile, it like haunted me. Inspired me even. And when you heard me playing, I just felt like it was fate that you found me, and like I couldn’t pass it up, ya know?’ He seemed so sincere, but then again all the good players seem that way.

Jungkook

I wake up ti the sound of a crash downstairs, and I grin knowing Namjoon probably didn’t see the coffee table and tripped over it again. I love hearing the house alive like this. Falling asleep to the sound of laughter downstairs, making dinner with Yoongi and Hoseok, watching the game with them. I love the life of it all. Though they’re a year older than me, and Yoongi’s friends, I still feel a connection to them. They just get me.

As I get ready, I smile at myself, imagining you, imagining me. I think back to our almost kiss, and the look in her eyes. We’re going somewhere. Maybe Mark isn’t all that. Maybe I will get the girl, and get my happy ending.

You rode the bus, texting Jisoo, Lisa, and Mark the whole ride, thoughts of Jungkook cluttering your brain. You hadn’t yet told your friends about your almost kiss, and Mark certainly didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to talk about it until you were sure of where you two were going with this. You bit your lip and grinned, thinking of your drive with him tonight. As you got off the bus and walked into the school, you felt an arm around your shoulder, and another arm link with yours, and you look up in confusion, meeting eyes with Bambam and Taehyung. You groan internally, and feel your heart sink.

“Hi?” You look around as the boys walk you down the hallway.

“Y/n, how are you this fine day?” Bambam grins, cheesing at a teacher as you pass.

“I’m fine..what’s this about?” You glance at Taehyung who’s grown quiet, checking his phone.

“We wanted to have a little chat about Kookie,” Bambam smiles and stops you guys leaning you against the locker and putting one arm on the locker, his hand next to your head, pinning you in with Taehyung on the other side closing you inside. They’d successfully walked you all the way to the detention hall, where hardly anybody came unless their locker was down here. Lucky for you, Mark’s locker was here, so he should be coming shortly.

“What about him?” You cock your eyebrow, and cross your arms trying to look bored and not creeped out.

“You better be good to him, he doesn’t often go for girls...like you. So be grateful.” Taehyung smirks, his dark eyes laughing tauntingly. You open your mouth to speak, but Bambam cuts you off.

“Jungkook is a great guy, okay? And you’re pretty freaking lucky he decided he wants you. I don’t know what triggered this, or why, but you should bask in every second of it, because I know girls who would kill to be in your place. So don’t screw it up.” Bambam’s eyes narrow, and you wonder why they're so protective of him, and adamant that you be good to him.

“Yeah, just screw him,” Taehyung snickers and Bambam cackles.

“Listen, I don’t know why you two are so weird about this, because it certainly isn’t your business, but-”

“Y/n..?” Mark’s voice echoes down the nearly empty hallway and you stick your tongue out at Bambam who growls a little in his throat, stepping back.

“Bye Marky,” Taehyung sings and Bambam waves tauntingly as they saunter off. You crash into Marks arms as he hugs you, stroking your hair, before stepping to his locker.

“What was that about?” Mark eyes you as he unlocks it.

“I don’t know, they just like came to me. They’re weirdly protective of Jungkook, they’re all like, ‘you better be grateful, and you better be good to him’ and I have no clue why, since yesterday they were teasing us so hard.” You watch as Mark’s eyes darken briefly as he pulls out a binder into his backpack. “Weird.” Is all he says, before the two of you walk off down the hall to meet the others.

As you two approach your usual morning table, Lisa whistles and your friends laugh.

“Look at the happy couple!” Jin calls, laughing. You roll your eyes, they’d been teasing you two about being a couple for years now. Mark rolls his eyes next to you, and you share a look.

“Whatever guys,” You grin, sitting down next to Lisa who giggles elbowing you.

“So how was your date with Jeon Jungkook?” Jisoo grins slyly.

“Our drive was whatever, Mark came and picked me up halfway through it.” You examine your nails and Jin shoots a glare at Mark, confusing you.

“But he wants to go for another drive with me today so I...”Your voice trails off as Jungkook, Bambam, and Taehyung walk by, Tae and Bambam shooting you a cool glare, while Jungkook shyly smiles as he passes.

“What’s up with those two?” Jisoo wonders aloud.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing myself.” You murmur, watching the trio depart.

As the day goes on, Jungkook keeps sending you shy bunny smiles, while Tae and Bambam continually shoot you dark, cool looks. You keep asking Mark what he knows, but Mark only shrugs in response. The two of you sit behind the bleachers, waiting for lacrosse to let out. You lean against his side, and he sits with his arm around you, the two of you going back and forth in quiet conversation.

“It’s almost 5,” you sigh and he nods.

“Mark, don’t follow right after the car, just..just do what you did yesterday okay? Stay on standby just in case, but let me give him time to explain himself, yeah?” You smile a little, and Mark’s eyes darken but he nods getting up. He ruffles you hair and sends you a smile before he hops on his bike and coasts off down the sidewalk. I brush off and then walk around the bleachers, watching the boys finish up practice and jog to the locker room. I smile a little, imagining Jungkook in a towel, his wet hair flopping against his forehead...get it together Y/n. You bite back your smile and check your phone, scrolling through texts from your group chat, when you hear footsteps. You look up and see Jungkook jogging over, his t-shirt still not entirely on, he tugs it down as he jogs, but not before you see a little bit of abs. His wet hair is pressed against his forehead, and he gives you a shy bunny smile.

“You came!” He grins and pushes his hair back, and you grin a little biting your lip shyly.

“Of course I did, why wouldn't I?” You smile.

“I don’t know, some people aren’t that reliable in my life.” He smiles shyly and you frown for a second before you replace it with a smile again. You’re about to say something reassuring when you see Bambam and Taehyung walk out of the locker room.

“Uhh ready for that drive?” You smile and grab his hand pulling him towards the parking lot, and he grins at your eagerness and follows. He opens the car door for you, and closes it before walking around to his side of the car.

“Do you just want to drive around, or go to my place and talk?” He smiles at you and licks his lips. You aren’t stupid, you know what ‘going back to my place’ means, and yeah..you’d kinda like that, but you know you need to get to know him a little more. You are not going to turn into another name, another victory in bed for him.

“Sure.” You smile, promising to keep it just talking.

That promise ended up being a lie.

Jungkook

Y/n is perfect. The car ride home is filled with laughs as we play a guessing game about each other. We actually have a lot in common. And honestly, I’ve been on dates with a lot of other girls, and just this drive has been better than any of those. I feel real with Y/n. I feel like I can trust her, like I can tell her anything. I like her, a lot.

As we get closer to my house, I suddenly remember this is one of the only weeks I have where my house is full. I just pray the boys are either all asleep, or are all out. As we pull up, Yoongi’s car isn’t in the driveway, and I relax, letting out a sigh.

“Well, this is it.” I smile and get out of the car opening the door for her, and as she gets out I close it behind her. We walk in, her making me laugh. We head to the kitchen and I pop some popcorn for us, and we sit criss crossed on my couch, facing each other, popcorn between us.

“Okay your turn.” She smiles at me, and God does she know what that smile does to me? I grin and pop a piece of popped corn into my mouth and think.

“Umm...my first kiss was with Christy Baker at Bambam’s New Years Eve party in the 8th grade.” I cringe remembering it.

“CHRISTY BAKER?!” She falls back laughing and my grin widens as I watch her laugh. “She’s a drug dealer now!” She sits up and grins sighing.

“Yeah I know don’t you think I regret that?!” I laugh and run a hand through my almost dry hair. “What about you, who was your first kiss?” She pauses, smiling at the memory before sighing. “Jin, I used to have a crush on him going into freshman year and we were at a football game and I kissed him.”

“Did you two ever date?” I press, can’t helping but feel a pang of jealousy.

“No, he didn’t like me back so he just laughed it off and I acted like it didn’t happen and we didn’t talk about it.” Y/n smiles and shrugs, I can tell that’s a rough memory for her.

“Who was your last boyfriend?” I ask, changing the subject, but not really. I’m a jealous guy, what can I say.

“Ah...his name is Choi Youngjae,” She bites her lip grinning and my eyes widen and I grin too.

“YOUNGJAE AND YOU?!” It’s my turn to fall back laughing this time and she swats my leg. Youngjae and Y/n hate each other, that much I know. It’s almost comical. Even if you don’t know them that well, that much is clear. Last year they had to tag team during a game at a pep rally and they just bickered the whole time and lost by a landslide, making them bicker more, and us to laugh more. “What happened?” I sigh sitting up, grinning.

“He and I dated half of sophomore year, but I saw him doing a cocaine line at a party and I made him stop and he yelled at me for being overly protective and he was high and didn’t know what he was saying, and said some other crap, and I got mad and left, then he came to my house the next day and I wouldn’t speak to him, and then..” She giggles and groans before continuing, “The next day at school when I saw him coming I pushed Mark on a locker and made out with him in front of Youngjae who got mad, and we never spoke again.” She grins embarrassed and I let out a laugh in disbelief.

“I never would’ve seen that coming in a billion years. Wow. You’re something Y/n.” I grin, admiring her. The curve of her lips as she smiles, the curve of her body..focus Jungkook. Focus.

“What about you?” Her voice snaps me from my thoughts and I grin biting my lip knowing she won’t like the answer. “Jennie,” I squeak seeing her eyes harden.

“Her?” Y/n rolls her eyes and crosses her arms and I reach out whining, and tug on her hands until she relents and lets me hold them. “Taehyung set us up, it lasted for a month before I broke up with her. She’s a jerk and I know it. It was hell dating her. But I bet it’s heaven dating you.” I smile and her eyes widen, and her cheeks redden. She bites her lip, smiling a little. I look at her lips, and then up to her eyes again as I lean in, closing my eyes as our lips brush..

That’s when you loose control and forget your promise. As his lips meet yours in what began as a soft kiss, your hands twined into his hair, and he groans against your lips, sending a wave of warmth to your core. He pushes you back until you’re laying on your back, head propped up by the arm of the sofa, and he hovers over you, one hand at your hips, rubbing your side while the other is at your face, cupping it as he kisses you, harder and harder. You feel your sex throb as his hand which was once at your hip, wanders down your thigh, kneading and drawing little circles, as he gets closer and closer. You buck your hips up, surprising the both of you with your boldness and he smirks against your lips, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission. You happily relent, letting him in. His hand reaches your throbbing core, rubbing circles over your slit through your jeans, and you can’t help but let a groan out and his smirk grows. Your hands slide down his back and tug at his shirt, and he pulls away briefly, tossing his shirt to the side before tugging at yours as well. You blush but hold your arms up as he pulls your shirt off.

“God you’re beautiful,” He breaths, his eyes drinking you in as he comes back down, his lips crashing on yours roughly. One hand back at your core, and the other slipping up to your bra, tracing around it, easing his way around your breasts, trying to satisfy you both but wanting to go slow. You can feel his growing bulge against your hips and you slide a hand down, rubbing against him and he moans out. “God Y/n, God,” He whispers against your lips and grinds against your hips, sending a wave of excitement and bliss through your body. He grinds against you and deepens the kiss, before breaking away and peppering kisses all over your jaw and neck, before stopping at your collarbone and nipping a little, making you whimper. “Can I?” He breaths, his breath hot against your skin. You nod, loosing a hand in his hair while the other roams his back, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he nips and kisses, marking you as his. His grinding intensifies, and his breaths get shakier and heavier as you whimper and moan at his touch.

“Need help with that?” You smile a little, your voice soft and breathy and he smiles against your collarbone and looks up at you through his lashes.

“Really?” He asks softly, in a husky voice. You nod and he scoots back from his place over you and now you take charge. You’ve never been super dominant, or rather you’ve never gone this far with somebody to the point where you had the option to be dominant, but you liked the look in his eyes when you offered to make this move. You sat up, pushing him on his back, and he grins, watching you and biting his lip, his eyes roaming from your cleavage to your eyes. You unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them, tugging them off, wishing you were more experienced so you could make this sexier, and you can’t help but widen your eyes at the bulge. You were a virgin, in every sense of the word. You’d kissed, and you’d been grinded on, but you’d never had oral sex, or actual sex. Jungkook seemed relaxed with the situation, and you wanted to make him happy. He’d probably had dozens of girls blow him, and you suddenly were nervous you’d be a bore. He reached out, his hand cupping your face and thumb stroking your jaw, calming you. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared..I’m fine with just kissing..” He murmured, and though his touch and words brought you relief, they also brought you determination.

“No, I want to. Tell me what to do..” You said, bold and proud.

“Wait, before we do this I’m pretty sure we use a condom for oral,” He leaned up kissing your lips softly, before running to an adjoining room and running back in with a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper to the side. You take in the sight of him standing before you, in grey Calvin’s, his muscles in his torso and back rippling. His hair messy from your touch, his cheeks pink. You figured this must be his first time too, considering he said he was ‘pretty sure’ about the condom thing. He was right and you felt stupid for not thinking of that, but you felt proud that you were his first blowjob, and he was yours too. He slid back onto the couch, you back hovering over his crotch, between his legs. You pulled at his grey underwear, nervous but excited. His cock sprung free, surprising you as erect as it was. It was thick and long, with a vein running down the side. You tugged his underwear all the way off and tossed it aside, biting your lip and feeling yourself get wet at the sight. You rolled the condom on, your hand lingering before going up and down, squeezing gently. He groaned, biting his lips squirming a little, and you decided you let your time reading tumblr smut about boybands lead the way. You press your lips to his base, your hands sliding up his bare thighs before massaging his balls. You kiss the tip lightly, and gingerly take him into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip and he whimpers, his hands gripping the couch, digging in. “And you needed me to tell you what to do?” He laughs softly, but his laugh gets cut off by another groan as you slide down his throbbing, hard member. You only go halfway but your hands pick up where your mouth left off. You go slowly, repeating the same rhythm of going up and down, tongue swirling. Within a minute or two his whimpers get more consistent and his hands dig into your hair. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m gonna- oh god, ohgodohgoooooooddd,” He groans squeezing his eyes shut, reaching his climax, before he sighs, catching his breath and keeping his eyes shut. You smile, proud of yourself. You crawl up next to him and he scoots over, pulling you against his side, your head on his bare chest. He rubs your bare back, kissing your head softly. “Y/n, I know it’s probably a dumb question, but can you be my girlfriend?” He smiles shyly against your hair and you laugh a little and nod. “I’d love that.” You say softly, one hand on his chest. You tilt your head up to look at him, and he tilts his head down to look at you, and you both grin. He wraps his arms around you tighter, squeezing you against him. You started to feel self conscious about yourself, but his kisses and the blowjob made you forget all about that. Now, you felt comfortable as ever, laying shirtless next to him, your cleavage against his side, his hand rubbing your back lightly. The two of you lay together in happy, serene silence for a while, before you hear a car door shut outside.“Shit they’re home,” Jungkook sits up, startling you. You roll off the couch searching for your shirt which is mysteriously gone.

“Dammit Jungkook where’d you throw my shirt?!” You start to panic, hearing multiple boy’s voices outside.

“I don’t know! Just go upstairs and take one of mine! My room is the one with the door open!” Jungkook has his shirt on backwards, and he falls down as he frantically hops on one leg pulling his pants on. “Agh the condom!” He sees it lying on the floor next to where he lays, and you groan running upstairs to grab a shirt. He owns like a thousand white shirts and you laugh a little hearing him run around downstairs. You grab the smallest looking one and pull it on, tucking it into your jeans hoping you just look vintage and hipster and cute. You take a once over of his room. It’s pretty big for just a bedroom, with a king sized bed with grey covers and several fluffy pillows, dark blue walls, several floor lamps, a huge window with a build in window seat with grey cushions, a dresser, a desk, a flatscreen tv, a mini fridge, and a connecting private bathroom. The boy could pretty much live up here if he wanted. You hear Jungkook running again and grin jogging down the steps, running into him. “I threw the condom away, I don’t know where your shirt is but I’ll get it to you tomorrow. This is my brother Yoongi and his friends. Stay calm.” He breaths, catching his breath. You see your reflection in a mirror on a wall, you’re both out of breath, cheeks pink, hair messed up, Jungkook with his shirt on backwards, and you with one of his shirts on. His brothers will definitely be able to tell what happened. Jungkook pulls you over to the counter, sitting you in a barstool, and he runs grabbing the popcorn you two abandoned earlier and sets it on the countertop, sitting next to you, taking a handful and shoving it into his mouth, making you laugh as he stares at you with wide eyes. The front door opens, and 4 boys enter, their conversation halting as they see you.

“Jungkook, who’s your friend?” A tall one with dark black hair smiles brightly at you, reminding you of a sunshine.

“Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, this is Y/n my girlfriend.” He mumbles through a mouthful of popcorn and you smile, waving awkwardly.

“Hi,” You say, and not knowing what else to do eat some popcorn. Yoongi’s eyes fall on the shirt you’re wearing and his shirt and he bites back a grin, exchanging a look with the other boys.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yoongi, Jungkook’s brother.” He has dark hair and a cold demeanor which warmed as he entered the room. The boys talked with you, getting to know you and easing the tension, relaxing you. Jungkook seemed more at ease. They also brought pizza, and happily let you share. You stayed for another hour and a half before Jungkook took you home. You said bye to the boys, who seemed disappointed at your departure.

As you two drove home, Jungkook rested his hand on your thigh, tracing designs on your leg, and sending chills up your spine. You couldn’t fight the smile that crept onto your face. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the car seat. You could get used to driving around in a convertible with Jungkook. The night air chilly and brisk against your face, Jungkook’s hand hot against your leg, and the company you were with was perfect.

“Y/n, we’re here,” Jungkook said, his voice smooth. You sighed, not wanting tonight to end. He opened the car door for you, and you sighed getting out. He smiled, putting his hands on your hips, pulling you close, and you pressed your hands against his chest, smiling at him.

“Tonight was great Y/n, can we do this every day?” He smiled and you giggled, and his eyes widen. “Not the blow job part, though I wouldn’t mind, “ His smile widens. “I mean, you and I take a drive and then hang out. Wherever doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you.” Your smile grows and your heart flutters and you nod, leaning up and kissing him lightly. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” He smiles and nods, walking you to the doorstep. As you open the door he gasps remembering something, and startles you. “Want me to drive you to school? I know you ride the bus.” He looks at his feet sheepishly. You grin and nod, stepping out and kissing his cheek.

“Text me when you’re on your way tomorrow. Goodnight.” You smile and close the door, giggling.

Jungkook

I drove home, grinning the whole way. The girl of my dreams likes me back! We’re a thing!! I step inside, not remembering the panicked hustle we made as the boys got home. “Care to explain this?” Yoongi holds up Y/n’s shirt and I freeze. “Are backwards shirts a new fad?” Jimin grins and I look down at my shirt. “And I don’t remember throwing this away, do you guys?” Namjoon holds up the condom wrapper. “I’m really tired I think I’m gonna take a shower,” I snatch Y/n’s shirt and run upstairs, hearing Hoseok’s laugh ring out, as the boys call after me, teasing me. I grin and close my door, holding Y/n’s shirt to my chest and close my eyes, breathing in her smell one more time. Tonight was my favorite night of all time.

Mark

I watched Jungkook pull up to her house. I watched them get out. I watched them kiss. And then I watched as my heart broke, and tears fell.

Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope to hear back from you guys! Let me know what you think, and send me requests! xx :)

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Tulips - Tom Holland Imagine

request: hey hey hey :) I have an idea that I really wanna read! Can you write tom holland and co-star reader which is pretty famous but very humble and nice? Tom just sees her as a piece of meat and flirts with her shamelessly. But reader gets annoyed by it bc she really likes her? After she gives him cold shoulder he understands his mistake bc he likes her too?? <3

a/n: i am aware that tom is probably not a dick like he appears in this fic in real life but just go with the story please and thank you, also hmu with some more requests

word count: 1278

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Taking a swig from his bottle of beer, Tom eyed his co-star from the booth in the hotel function room, watching you sway to the music with your friends on the dance floor. His legs were spread wide in a cocky manner and one of his arms lay along the back of the booth, his other was bent upwards towards his mouth where the rim of his sixth bottle of beer that night rested on his bottom lip. Harrison was talking to him on his left but Tom wasn’t listening. He couldn’t stop staring at you. His eyes were fixed on you. The way your skirt was moving against your skin as you moved your hips to the beat of the dance track made Tom’s mouth water.

He’d been attracted to you since you first met on the set of your movie. You weren’t the usual type of girl Tom went for, he knew that. Usually he went for the girls he met in the club that threw themselves at him and his Hollywood movie star persona. They’d spend the night in his hotel room, he’d kick them out early in the morning, promising to phone them back. He never did. You, on the other hand, were quiet, kind and caring, one of Hollywood’s nicest stars, and you kept your distance from your co-star. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on that made you so appealing to him. He had been trying to get you into his hotel room pretty much since the day he met you, but you knew his type, and you had promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for it. Underneath his bad boy exterior you knew he was a decent guy but he only wanted to use you, he wasn’t the relationship type.

However, you were struggling to keep the promise you had made yourself. Tom made you laugh on set, and sometimes, if he really tried hard enough, he could make you feel special. He wasn’t rude to you in what he said, but his inappropriate glances at your body whilst filming your more intimate scenes with him made you feel like a piece of meat. Yet still, late at night when the warm Los Angeles air kept you from sleeping, you found yourself thinking of him, daydreaming about what he could be like as your boyfriend, overthinking his small, and rare, acts of kindness. You tried to suppress the romantic thoughts of him but they were always there, nagging in the back of your mind.

Tom’s gaze followed you as you left your friends and went and sat at the bar to get a drink. He excused himself from Harrison’s conversation and sat on the vacant bar stool next to yours.

“Cool party, right?” Tom said. You turned to towards him. “Yeah, I guess. Didn’t think our director’s wedding would really be your scene though.” Tom shrugged in reply, taking another swig from his bottle. The bartender handed you your cocktail that you had just ordered and you handed him the cash in return, thanking him. “You never know who you might meet at these things.” Tom said, his eyes scanning the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I might meet a girl to take back to my room, ya’ know, give her some good Tommy lovin’.” “Oh God, you are so vile sometimes you know?” You scoffed at his arrogance. “I’ll be leaving now.” You went to stand up from the stool but Tom put his hand on your leg, stopping you. You shot him an unimpressed look. “Actually I haven’t seen anybody worthy enough to take upstairs to my room. I’m starting to think I might have wasted my time coming here.” You knew what he was getting at. He wanted you to be his girl of the night who he’d kick out as soon as you woke up in his messy bed, naked. “You’re disgusting.” You freed yourself from his grip and found your friends who were now sat down at a table. You couldn’t believe how God awful Tom had just been. You hated yourself for ever thinking he might actually like you and not just your body or the time in bed you could give him. You downed the rest of your drink, trying to forget about him.

You didn’t see him again that night, or at all for the next week. You hadn’t had any scenes with him since before the wedding so you’d become pretty good at avoiding him on set. That was until he appeared outside your apartment one Tuesday night, a bunch of tulips in his hand, with a sorry look plastered across his face. You tried to close the door on him, but he pushed his foot in front of it just in time.

“What do you want, Tom?” “I’m sorry. I know what I said wasn’t nice.” You sighed. He sounded genuine. You opened the door once again and he handed you the tulips. You took them and invited him inside so you could set the flowers down in a vase. “I was out of order at the wedding the other night.”

“I just don’t get how you can go around treating women like that, as if they’re toys you can just play with. I find it so-”

Tom cut you off. “Please, let me just explain.” He sat down at your dining table and you took he chair opposite him. He looked nervous. “I know you've been avoiding me this week and, well, I guess it took that to make me properly understand why I’m such a dick to you.” You sat back in the chair as Tom chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I, erm, I like you.” He mumbled quietly. “What?” you hadn’t heard him properly. “I like you,” he said a little louder. “And I know I sure have a funny way of showing it but I do. You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met. Period. Yes, I find you very attractive, but I also like you for the person you are on the inside. I never thought you would want to be with someone like me so I just pushed those feelings to one side and pretended like I didn’t care, but I do care. I care a lot.” You stared at him with wide eyes, encouraging him to continue. “I just- I just thought maybe if I slept with you I’d be done with it and I could not call you back like I do with all the other girls I’ve been attracted to in the past, and then I could forget about you. But that was a stupid idea, because you’re not that kind of girl, I know that, and I don’t want to just sleep with you. No, I want to stay up late talking with you, like the first day we met and we went and sat on Venice Beach and talked until the sun rose again the next morning. I want to take you on dates to fancy restaurants and stay at home watching crappy movies. I want to do all of it with you. I know what I said was awful, and it’s okay if you say you want me to leave. Actually, I’ll just go now. I’m sorry.” He stood up from the table, ready to leave your apartment.

“Tom wait,” you said. Your mind was in dizzy from confusion. Was he really saying all this to you? He was finally showing the decency in him that you always knew was there. “How did you know tulips were my favourite flowers?”

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