#i'm hoping you guys love it as much as i do

[powderpinkprincess]

Irresponsible [Lando Norris x reader]

description: Lando has an irrational fear of a cab driver kidnapping you once- Or something like that.

Lando usually didn’t mind when you went out without him. You had your own group of friends in Monaco, and as long as your best friend, Sasha was there, Lando didn’t worry much. He really liked her because she was nice and responsible even when she drank, keeping you away from trouble.

What he did mind, however, was you taking a cab home alone. It didn’t matter how safe Monaco was or how many times you had done it before - just the thought of you, possibly even drunk, sitting in the back of a stranger’s car made his stomach twist. What if the driver wasn’t who they seemed? What if something happened, and he wasn’t there? Lando knew it was probably just in his head, but that didn’t make it any easier. It was the one thing he hated about your nights out - waiting for that text saying you were home safe, hoping that nothing had gone wrong.

At least now that Lando finally had a whole week at home, he didn’t have to worry about that, and he could just pick you up himself. Besides training, he still had tons of work to do on his laptop, so he was busy, but he was available.

He didn’t mute his phone when he went to sleep as he usually did, so you could reach him whenever you wanted. However, when you left you noticed how exhausted he looked, so you didn’t want to bother him. At 2 a.m. you were more than ready to leave, and that was when you noticed your credit card was almost empty. You had two credit cards, one to use in your day-to-day life and another one for clubbing.

You didn’t want to wake Lando, but eventually you had to. He was fast asleep when his phone rang. He picked it up half asleep when he saw your number come up. Sitting up, he wiped his eyes and yawned. “Hey babe, is everything okay?”

 “Uhm, hi, sorry to wake you up,” you started.

 “No, no,” he said, slowly coming to his senses. “It's okay,” he added with a yawn. “What is it, love?”

 “Could you maybe send some money to my blue card?” you sighed. Lando knew exactly what you meant as he used the same method when going out. If the card got lost or stolen, it was a much better situation when it was not the majority of your money disappearing.

Lando stifled a sigh as he turned the light on. “Why, did you forget to transfer money again?” he asked while he opened the bank app on his phone. Lando was a bit annoyed at you for being careless with your stuff again, but he sent some money to you anyway.

 “I’m sorry,” you replied, noticing the tone of his voice immediately.

 “Don’t apologize, just try to pay attention the next time.” He suppressed another yawn. “Are you guys going to stay out?”

 “No, I was just about to call a cab,” you explained.

He was silent for a minute, then you could hear the soft ruffling of the sheets as he moved. “Why didn’t you call me before? I would have come to pick you up.”

 “Cause you needed rest,” you mumbled. You knew he didn’t like it when you took a cab, so you expected the question.

 “Well, I'm up now, so I don't think it matters anyway,” Lando said with a hint of sarcasm. “I would have come to pick you up at any time for you, love, you know that,” he added, trying to sound sincere. He didn't want to pick a fight now that he was awake, but it was a bit of a sensitive spot for him. Lando didn't like that you would just jump into a car with a stranger. He worried about your safety more than you realised.

 “I know,” you sighed.

There was a brief silence on the line. Lando knew you were being considerate by not calling him earlier, yet he couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. He wanted to voice that but held back, knowing it would lead to a pointless argument. “Where are you, anyway?” he asked instead.

  “At Aurora. We're still inside at the smoking area cause it's quiet and warm here,” you added. “Why?”

 “Just wondering. Aurora is on the other side of the city, and at this time of night I'd rather not send you in a random cab,” Lando replied, his concern growing. “Are the girls with you?”

 “Yes, they are. But you really don't need to come,” you pushed.

Lando knew you were trying to not bother him, but he also knew that this was pointless to argue about. Besides, he would be restless if he just stayed home now that he was up. “I'm coming,” he said with a finality in his voice.

 “Baby…” you sighed.

Lando was already getting up and putting on some clothes. “Stop protesting, Y/N. Half of the cab drivers barely even speak English here,” he retorted. “You’ve been drinking, you’re wearing that small dress, and you’re- You’re not going to call a cab. Just stay inside. I’ll be there soon.”

For a moment, you didn’t know how to reply. You could hear the frustration in his voice, but it somehow warmed your heart. “I love you,” you spoke eventually.

 “Love you, too. See you at the club,” he added before he ended the call.

He didn’t know how to explain what he felt. It was just that- So many things in his life could be taken away within a second. And he barely had anything stable to hold onto, considering how much he had to travel. He knew what people and social media were capable of, and he was just so afraid of you getting hurt. You’ve been dating over three years now, so his followers knew who you were, and he was also aware that people didn’t always have good intentions.

Twenty minutes later he was parked outside the club. He called you, so you quickly grabbed your belongings, hugged the girls goodbye, and then hurried to his car. You sat in and closed the door behind yourself.

Lando winced at the sound. “Hey, careful.”

He had taught you not to smack the door of his car, but apparently you were too drunk to notice or remember.

 “Oh, sorry,” you bit on your lip when you realized what you had done.

You checked your phone to see the time, and that was when you saw the notification of your bank application. You frowned and checked your account. Lando sent you money despite that he decided to pick you up, but you only expected an amount that would cover a cab ride. You huffed when you saw the numbers.

 “Baby, I wanted to call a cab for a ride home, not to buy the driver with the car,” you glanced at your boyfriend, who had just started the engine.

 “Consider it as a precaution,” he replied, his eyes never leaving the road as he started driving. He was still a little frustrated. “Better safe than sorry. And you know I don’t like you being in cabs with strangers at night.”

 “I know, but this is extensive. Did you think I’d have to pay a ransom for myself or what?” you sighed. “You know I have my own money, right? Just not on this card.”

 “I know,” he said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “But sometimes you can be irresponsible when it comes to money, like leaving your card behind or not checking your balance,” he said, recalling past incidents.

You just hummed. That was right.

 “Besides, this most likely wouldn’t be enough for a ransom,” he added.

 “I was just joking,” you mumbled. He wasn’t in a funny mood tonight.

 “I know,” Lando sighed. He stepped on the break at a red light and looked at you. “Y/N, I don’t even know how to approach this anymore. I’m not saying that I would pick you up because I’m trying to be nice. I’m saying it because I’d much rather pick you up by myself than wait until some creep kidnaps you. I know, you’re a strong, independent woman, but can’t you just let me have it my way for once?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words. “No one is going to kidnap me.”

 “Y/N,” he pressed. “Please. Seriously.”

You couldn’t force back a small smile. Even though he could annoy you to death by being overprotective sometimes, he was still very cute.

 “Okay,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Meanwhile, the light has turned green again.

 “Okay?” he glanced at you again quickly before looking back at the road.

 “Yeah. Okay.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed and he sent you a small smile back. Oh, how you loved him.

[pinkyqily]

ALL MINE - JUJU WATKINS X READER

Summary: school and life is stressing you out but your lovely girlfriend is here to calm the cloudy storm brewing up.

Contains: fluff, fool inlove, juju and reader are down bad for each other. Also ignore the mistakes in one of the text I'll edit it out later

A/n: another game day fic we cheer this is a date fic one of my favorite writing prompt i hope you guys enjoy this, I would have had this posted earlier but tumblr sucks and didn't save half of the ending so I had to redo it but here it's, and as always happy reading, feedbacks are appreciated or commenting in general 💕

It has been a while since you ans the basketball player hangout, with both of you being full time students athletes your schedule would always clash and you guys wouldn't be able to hang.

But that didn't stop your late night calls catching each other up about what is going on in your lives.

Juju could tell you where having a strees full week from your track week and juggling having a part-time job.

You where getting ready for the day that you had ahead of you until you heard your phone pig. Picking it up you saw a message from juju.

You weren't going to question what she had planned because one thing about ju was she stays planning.

Your whole day went well, practice went well your after a while you needed to meet up with a few friends for revision.

You got back at your apartment around three in the afternoon. You started by doing your wash routine that conceited of a coconut butter body wash, then gentility exfoliating any dead skin.

Getting out the shower, you wrapped your towel around you, moving onto your skincare routine and body care routine.

Once you were done, you started getting dressed, picking a black flared tube bodysuit, and paired it with a cropped puffer jacket. You wore your white and gold Jordan 4 that juju got for you, and for a final touch, you added your white Prada cross bag to finish your outfit.

With a final touch of using the Vaseline body oil and your kali perfume in vanilla candy rock sugar.

You picked up your phone to text juju that you were done and she could be coming. After a few minutes of waiting, you got a text from her saying she was outside, but before you left, you replied, Your perfume.

Finally making it outside your building you saw juju leaned back on the car.

"Hey baby." You said, making your way towards her.

"Hi, my love." She said once she saw you

"So where are we going?" You asked her, as you we're about to open the door for yourself she got to the handle before you beating you to it.

"Umm, thinking about me and you a little date night, driver around our area and get some food while we're at it, what do you think." She told you as she closed the door

"Sounds like music to my ears." You said

"Gald were on the same note, how was your practice?". She asked

"Wasn't bad went really well, I'm starting to think these coaches got sum up with them so much complaining before we even start, but things are well." You told her.

You started ranting as juju continued driving but still paid attention to what you we're saying.

"And can you believe that, telling me I'll come third behind some big headed fool."

"No baby, but all that matters is that you prove to her and everyone else that they are wrong, you're the one who knows your strength and weaknesses."She told you as she laid her on your thighs palming your hands together.

"You're right it just gets really irritating having to hear this." You sighed, needing to get that rant out of your system.

"You feel better getting that out?

"Yea how did you even know I needed a day off".

"You looked like you were going through withdrawals on your spam."

"Ugh, don't remind me was spam was meant to be mysterious vibes only." You said.

Taking off your seat belt as she already found a spot to park.

"Pretty sure I'm the mysterious one." She said, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Whatever miss nonchalant, bring your face closer for a sec." You asked her

All of a sudden ju was all in your personal space, you looked up at her getting lost into those dark brown eyes of hers.

You felt her hot breath on your neck.

Next thing you do is pull the neck of her hoodie and go in for a kiss. It caught her off guard, but she found herself grabbing your face, deeping the kiss a little longer.

The both of you move back, trying to catch your breath.

If humans were able to breathe into each other the both of you would be sucking the oxygen out of one another.

"You got me way off guard." Was what she told you as took out her car keys.

"What did you think was gonna happen when I asked you to come closer, big head!?"

"Welp, I thought I had sum on me guess I was wrong."

"Sure, now where are we?". You said with a sarcastic tone layed under it

"This new diner places I recently found, c'om let's get out". She said taking off her seat belt.

"They better have good food."

Walking into the place you and juju had your hand intwering, she wasn't huge on pda, but you never take them for granted whenever she displays any type of affection for you in public.

You both went to go find yourself a table, getting yourself sitted before the waitress came.

"Enough about me, how's basketball?." You asked her.

"Same routine, but everything nice getting ready for march, though." She said as a waitress started making her way towards your table.

"Hi, welcome to didi's diner what get I get for you two?". You heard the waitress say.

"Umm, I'll have your chicken burger combo with a chocolate milkshake." Was what ju ordered

"And you miss".

"I'll have your chicken and beef pizza sandwich with a cold lemonade."You said

"Perfect would you guys like to pay now or later". The waitress had asked you both.

"I'll like to pay now." You told her as you started getting your card out.

"You'll be paying, yea no baby I got that what our total".

"Your total is 105". The waitress said she found you and juju amusing.

"Your always paying for everything I got this one". You said to her.

"Nah I got this". Before juju could do anything you grab both her hands and handed the waitress your own card instead.

"Here you go". You said to the waitress who immediately grab your card before ju could get out.

"I'll be back with your food soon".

"Thank you".

"Bruh why wouldn't you let me pay". She said crossing her arms.

"Because you always pay". You told her

"I pay because I enjoy treating you out". She said lowering her back on the chair.

"Well this one is my treat". You told her as you laid your head on her shoulder.

"This was supposed to be a fun relaxing day for you". She said.

"It's fun and relaxing because being with you is the quality time I need, so don't be sour Judea." You told her.

"Using my government is crazy." She said, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"Girl bye it ain't the end of the world and you do have a pretty name so yea infact might just be calling you that". You told her

"Sure baby." the both of you found yourselves looking at each other anyone could tell y'all got tension and chemistry together as a couple.

Before you both could do anything the waitress was already making her way towards you both.

"Here's your food hope you guys enjoy". She said before leaving you guys.

Anyone around the two of you could tell you both had crazy tension and chemistry, the attraction you both have on each other was something natural and couldn't be replicated.

You found yourself digging in juju fries that came with her meal.

"You got a problem miss Judea". You asked her as you took another one of her fry.

"You just have a pretty face and smell so good that I could eat you instead". She said making you almost choke.

"Ju, we're in public". You said nugging her.

"So?". She asked, not really caring. One thing for certain was that juju doesn't shy away from a lot of things. "Whatever big head".

You guys date continued you feed juju a few bites if your sandwich, chatted more about your goals and what you both want.

And you guys ended your night with a drive back to juju places and getting all cuddled up with her and duce.

[chiwwydawgdraws]

Cult of the Lamb - God Killer

[Personal thoughts below the cut]

...I did it...! [Insert that one scene from Megamind]

Ohh man I'm quite pleased with how it turned out--especially since it's my first time doing an illustration for quite some time. I did get frustrated mid-way through and had to start over from the coloring phase, but that was the BEST decision I made, and I love how the colors and shading turned out. 😍

So Claymore by Norihiro Yagi is one of my major inspirations, particularly the designs of the monsters/yoma. You might be able to see that shine particularly brightly in the detail of Eldritch Narinder here XD. It was so much fun to detail the fleshy bits of the skin flaps and the additional flesh that I put behind Nari's head.

Lamb's pose was a challenge to figure out (still don't think I got it, but I'm fine with the way it turned out) but I was dead-set on have Lamb primed for attack and maybe slash out an eye or two or three lol.

Yeah, I like this one a lot. Hope you guys do too! 😍

[serpine]

DIABOLIK LOVERS B's-LOG October 2022 Issue

Special Stories translations

I translated this a while back and now I finally get to share it with you all! Hope you enjoy~

you can find the scan in here

Sakamaki’s Summer Break

One summer day, the Sakamaki household found itself in the middle of a little crisis.

Reiji: The air conditioner is broken. We have no choice but to evacuate the mansion as soon as possible. While it’s being repaired, we’ll head out to cool off.

Laito: Eh~? You’re making us go out in this heat?

Kanato: Throwing us out under the blazing sun is nothing short of abuse… How cruel… sniff…

Ayato: Yeah, seriously! Reiji, do you not care if we end up getting cooked alive?

Shu: Too loud. It’s already hot enough without you guys making it worse.

Subaru: I mean, we can deal with it, but a human like her won’t stand a chance.

Reiji: Subaru makes a good point. That said, wandering around without a plan is pointless. We need to decide where we’re going.

Ayato: Arcade!

Kanato: Afternoon tea.

Laito: The pool~♡

Shu: Somewhere quiet.

Subaru: With her… I-I mean, doesn’t matter.

Reiji: Haa… Everyone wants something different. If we keep arguing, we’re never gonna get anywhere. Let’s just have her decide.

The moment Reiji said that, all their eyes locked onto her.

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi, you wanna play games too, right?

Kanato: Let’s go have some ice cream together.

Laito: I’d love to see Bitch-chan in a swimsuit~♪

Shu: You’re not gonna pick some childish place, are you?

Subaru: I-I mean… anywhere’s fine as long as it’s with you…

Before she could even get a word in, their argument escalated, making the mansion feel even hotter than before.

Mukami’s Summer Break

One day, when summer vacation started, the Mukami brothers found themselves with way too much free time.

Kou: Hey, let’s go out somewhere on my next day off! School’s out, and I’m bored~! You feel the same, right, M Neko-chan?

Ruki: I can keep myself occupied at home with books, but… I suppose the rest of you are getting restless.

Azusa: Sounds… nice… but where… are we going…?

Yuma: It’s the perfect season for harvesting veggies. How ‘bout we do a barbecue somewhere?

Kou: Nice one, Yuma-kun! That sounds fun! But… we don’t have the equipment, do we?

Ruki: There are barbecue spots that rent out tools and supplies these days. We can make use of one of those.

Kou: As expected of Ruki-kun

Yuma: Heh, that’s pretty handy.

Azusa: Then it’s settled… A barbecue… I’ll handle the chopping… Eve, let’s do it together.

Ruki: No. We’ll need people to transport and set up the equipment. Eve will be coming with me.

Azusa: But… Eve is good at cooking… I think it’d be best if we handled the prep together…

Yuma: You guys can do that yourselves. She’s comin’ with me to harvest the veggies.

Kou: Eh~? M Neko-chan is on meat-grilling duty with me! Besides, are you guys just planning to sit around and wait for the food once prep is done? That’s so unfair!

Yuma: Says the guy who’s not lifting a finger till it’s time to cook.

Ruki: Enough. We should let Eve decide. What do you want to do?

The four of them all turned to her practically demanding to be chosen. But in the end, they all worked together and the barbecue turned out to be a great success.

Tsukinami & Kino’s Summer Break

One hot summer day, an unexpected visitor showed up at the Tsukinami estate.

Kino: Hellooo~ Hope you don’t mind me dropping by!

Shin: Hah? Who gave you permission to just walk into someone else's mansion?

Carla: I did.

Shin: W-What? Brother!?

Kino: I'm a guest, so treat me with proper hospitality, okay?

Shin: Tch, don’t get cocky. Anyway, Brother, why did you call Kino here?

Carla: There’s an art exhibition I’m interested in. However, the host is quite eccentric and has a rule that only groups of four or more can enter.

Kino: Ah, so I’m just here to fill the quota.

Shin: What the… Wait, if it’s four or more, that means you just casually included me and her too, didn’t you?

Carla: Indeed. Did I forget to mention that?

Shin: That's the first I've heard of it! Seriously, Brother you’re as demanding as ever…

Carla: What?

Shin: It's nothing. I get the situation, but… you agreeing so easily, there's gotta be something behind it…

Kino: I was bored.

Shin: ...What?

Kino: It’s summer break, and I was bored. Is that a problem?

Shin: …You seriously just agreed for such a dumb reason?

Kino: Can’t help it. Yuri’s not home for a while, I already finished all my games and I wanted someone to talk to at least.

Shin: Well, I get how you feel, but…

Kino: Plus, coming here means I get to see my princess too~

Shin: Hah? I knew you were up to no good. Try anything weird, and I won’t go easy on you.

Carla: Enough chit-chat. Let’s get ready to head out.

And so, Carla cheerfully began preparing. Meanwhile, Shin and Kino kept bickering. What lies ahead for this mismatched group of four—?

[k4lenz]

i loved you first ✮ chapter 1.

(ted nivison x fem!reader)

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a/n: i’ve been listening to the song 'i love you, i'm sorry' on repeat, and something hit me really hard about it. so i decided to write an angst fic very much loosely based on the lyrics! childhood best friend!ted that you used to do everything with. i was crashing out hard while writing this, can you tell?? anyway enjoy chapter 1 ahhhhh ALSO I KNOW THIS IS ANGST I SWEAR CHAPTER 2 ITLL GET BETTER IM SORRY but also chapter 2 is gonna be more of this song coded oops. idk if i love this but i hope u guys do :)

playlist: click right here bb

notes: angst, fluff, dating, growing up together, YEARNING, underage drinking, dating, drugs, coming of age, highschool, university, that damn Toyota Tacoma, lunch club + SMPlive mentions, parents mentioned

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2008. Your parents moved into his hometown in Massachusetts when you were just shy of 10, and became friends with his parents who lived just a few streets away. You shyly greeted him for the first time, and you two just clicked.

You were inseparable from then on, and your parents were so thankful they sent you to the same primary school. And then it continued into middle school, and even highschool. Attached at the hip.

For his 16th birthday, 2014, you bought Ted a polaroid camera. Shabby money you’d gathered up from chores around the house and a job at a cafe. You’d bought him an album for the pictures too, your both signed the back of it. Nonetheless, it still got you the gift. From then on, it was his favourite gift he’d ever gotten. Even if you told him he didn’t have to say that, you’d sparked an interest of photography in him from the beginning.

People, especially your friends, were always suspicious you two were dating. Rather, you’d both always wave it off with a ���gross!” and a laugh.

Despite the lingering touches, on your waist, a hand around your shoulders, a jab in your side, a squeeze in your hand, your hand in his hair.

You two were just friends.

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Halfway through the winter, the ground icy and snow piling. January 17th, 2015. He was freshly 17, slowly growing out of his boyish features with his very own 2002 Green Toyota Tacoma and a proper license. So proud of himself.

He’d not come to school on the day because he’d had his test (and he hadn’t wanted to waste his birthday-day doing it the day before).

4pm sharp he was out the front of your house, beeping the horn of his newly owned car and a that big childish grin on his face. The look on his face was familiar to you, like home, recognisable throughout the years and never changing.

You ran out the front door giggling, tripping over your own feet in excitement as he got out of his car and came around to open the passenger side door for you. Giving you a little poke before getting back in the car.

“Y’like it?” “I’ll like it more when you drive me to school every morning! “If I have to.” He’d sigh, albeit exaggerated, but secretly his heart would warm. He’d made you take a picture of him with the car, too. And he’d snuck one of you with it when you weren’t looking.

The winter weather slowly faded, preparing itself for the blossoming flowers of Spring.

Valentine’s Day, 2015. He was beeping again out the front of your house, to your parents usual annoyance and a disturbance to your neighbourhood.

But to give him credit, you’d told him to pick you up 5pm because you’d asked him for more time to get ready. And it was 5:05pm.

You came out of your front door with the biggest smile on your face, cheeks tinged pink, tucking your hair behind your ear, as he stood there with one hand behind his back and the other holding the passenger door open for you.

“What’cha got there, Teddy?” You teased, as he handed you the bouquet of roses, proclaiming they were platonic and watching you giggle.

“Thankyou. They’re beautiful.”

You’re beautiful. is what he wanted to say. And they’re not platonic. And I love you and I always have, since the minute I laid eyes on you.

But instead he grabbed his polaroid camera once you’d sat down in the passenger seat, wanting to snap a picture of you holding the flowers. He used the camera to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Click. He was just saying it in his own way.

You two drove down to the lake, sitting in his car eating snacks you’d bought on the way there and laughing about everything and nothing. Just you two against the world.

His eyes glanced at your lips, and then met your eyes again. Your eyes stared through his soul, your lips found his as if that was all they were ever made to do. The night ended in soft whispers, giggles, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck, lips interlocked as if they could never part again. as if you were each others air.

Quiet promises of relationships. You two never announced it, but you didn’t ever need to, you came into school holding hands and nobody batted an eye. Like it was bound to happen. As if everybody but you two knew and kept the secret to themselves, waiting for you to finally figure it out.

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Many nights were spent sneaking into each other’s houses, into each other’s beds, holding each other close. Beds warm with each other, he typically preferred sneaking into your house. Your sheets warmer, fluffier. More you.

You studied together, stayed together, and worked hard for your final moments of highschool.

You couldn’t have done it without him, and he couldn’t have done it without you.

May, or April, 2016. Prom night. You couldn’t quite remember. The memories got fuzzier as time passed, you’d admit. He waited downstairs, talking to your parents in his best suit and tie, the colour matching your own dress as you finally came down the stairs. He was speechless, his eyes simply absorbing you. He had to make sure the flowers in his hand didn’t drop as he handed them to you and your hand found his chest.

“You okay there, Teddy?” You laughed fondly, eyes glittering and amused.

“You’re the most stunning thing I’ve seen in my entire life.” He’d reply, entranced. Your parents shared a look, raising eyebrows to each other knowing he was the right one for you.

Most of your night spent on the dance floor, twirls and dips and laughter. Your friends altogether, but to him it felt like you were the only person in the room, when he dipped you and kissed you to his favourite song. Your friends gagging playfully, saying you two were straight out of a Disney movie.

The night held a party after with everyone in your year, at some guy’s house you hardly remember. The taste of alcohol on your lips, and Ted’s, you recalled. Snapping drunk Polaroid pictures and singing (screaming) the most popular music like you’d never hear it again.

June 16th, 2016. You wore your graduation caps and robes. He picked you up at 9am, the ceremony started at 11.

He knocked on the door, hair styled, glasses on, robes on, and his graduate cap. Greeting your parents with warm smiles, hugs, and congratulations at your front door as you told them you’d go with Ted and meet them there. It felt like home. He felt like home.

Your parents snapping a picture of you two walking down the driveway hand in hand and sending it to his parents. That picture was your lock screen on your phone for a good long while.

That same stupid damn truck waiting for you in the driveway.

“You look incredible.” He murmured in your ear, voice as sweet as honey, pulling you in for a kiss as soon as he’d opened the door for you to get in the car. You were sure your parents were still watching, but you kissed him back anyway. “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome.”

You sat at the spot hear the lake in the car again, for that extra hour you had. You weren’t too heavy hearted, not at all, because you’d both gotten accepted into Ithaca College in New York. Even though everything would be changing, you would have everything changing together. You’d even found a sweet little apartment together, close by to campus. You’d gotten a job at a café down the road, and he was doing editing on YouTube.

You were reminiscing on your best memories of Massachusetts. Of how you met. Of school.

You two against the world.

You and your family cheered loud when your boyfriend got up on the podium and accepted his certificate, your parents sitting right next to his, and you still waiting in line.

His eyes first found his parents, your parents, and then you.

It was always you.

Him and his family cheered loud when you got your own certificate. He was already lined up with the rest of the fellow graduates, holding up his certificate. But he was simply entranced by your wide smile and laughter.

Your eyes first found your parents, his parents, and then him.

It was always him.

Always each other.

You went to a party, laughing getting drunk with your friends. Celebrating what you’d call freedom. Hand in hand. You’d stumbled back into his house, which was now allowed according to your parents and his, because you were both 18.

The next day you were hungover, eyes dreary and heavy with a bit too much alcohol. Regret, pancakes, and those prized hours of sleep.

The day after you were ready. That dumb Toyota Tacoma once again sitting in your driveway at around Midday. Ready for you two to make the trip to Ithaca. The sweltering heat of the start of summer coming down on you two in heavy rays.

Loading your boxes into the car, your parents and his parents chatting in your house. Playfully nudging him while you two walked down the driveway, he gasped.

“Oh, so you want me to drop your precious valuables?”

“No!” You’d squeal, as he set another box down in his boot and lift you up to spin you around. The joy in the air undeniable. Independence and your very own space to yourselves, together.

Everything together. Not a statement, but a promise.

Soft goodbyes to parents, long hugs and promises to call, tears pairing with the new feeling of independence. You felt upset, but also happy. Happy you had set life plans, that you’d graduated and now knew what you were doing, alongside the love of your life.

Ted would always be the love of your life. You were so sure of it at the time.

Endless chatter filled the car as you two drove to Ithaca. He’d insisted on driving, teasing you that you’d crash his car when you’d told him to take a break and let you drive. A few pit stops and many cans is sods and bags of chips later, you were in Ithaca and loading your boxes into your dorm.

Sharing looks at the state of said dorm, but embracing it as your new home anyway. You’d make it your own.

✮

College was hard, but you made time. You were both doing your degrees that went for the same length, and yet you still found time for each other. You always would.

It wasn’t hard to find friends, and considering you and Ted were always attached, you fit in well to a friend group together. Days had studies or work, smoking weed and drinking and parties were what weekend nights held. Kisses and shotgunning, and so much more. Your parents would kill you and his parents would kill him if they knew, but hey, that’s the fun of college.

You watched him start off his YouTube career properly in 2017, as a part time kind of thing. You encouraged him, even, sometimes appearing in the back of his videos. In 2019, sometimes you’d be in a Lunch Club video or two, simply as ‘Ted’s Cool Girlfriend’, and you’d play on his account on SMPLive. You met all of his other friends, and familiarised yourself in his world as the end of your degrees neared.

And yes, you were the girlfriend, with your dad in town, that he had to cancel on when he went to a misfits party during the day, because he did indeed have a 400mg edible. His friends continuously sending you videos of him stuck on the couch, questioning his entire life choices, chugging water for his cottonmouth. Shaking, while narrating the whole situation like it was a storybook. Trying to tough it out. You still have the video on your phone of Schlatt putting a handheld massager on your boyfriend who looks half dead. You’d also made his friends use that old Polaroid camera to take a picture, knowing he’d want to look back at it and laugh.

You’d lied through your teeth to your dad, still laughing at the videos, which hadn’t helped anyway because about a month later Ted posted a video on it anyway. He most definitely got reprimanded by his parents and your own.

✮

As the end of college edged closer, nights were spent studying, or in the library together. Comfortable silences, with the occasional jab or joke. It was all so perfect.

And yet, it almost felt like for once in the last 12 years, you two were living separate lives. Not simply attached at the hip anymore, you two were so different.

You were close, always, but something felt off.

✮

Before you two had began college together, you’d sat in the back of his Toyota Tacoma down at the lake, laying on pillows wrapped up in blankets staring at the stars. A few weeks before highschool graduation.

“We should travel the world together, Teddy. Go see everything amazing out there. You could make a short film of it, or something. Travels with ted.”

His eyes lit up, the prospect of it making him yearn for the future.

“That’s a stupid name.” He teased. “But I like that.”

You giggled, playfully hitting his chest. “I’m being serious!

“As am I, that’s a stupid name. And I want to travel with you.” His lips found yours, he kissed you softly, carefully. To show he meant it. “We can start saving.”

✮

And you did start saving, you both were still saving.

And yet you hadn’t talked about it since at least 2018, hadn’t had time to even think about it. Far too busy with the whirlwinds of the world of New York City and College.

You sat on the couch, May 3rd 2020, exactly one month before your graduation.

He sat on the floor while you sat on the couch, his head between your legs facing away while you two watched a movie. His hands on your legs, your hands in his hair. But something felt distant, you felt distant.

You were lost in your thoughts, anxiety creeping up in your gut. Crawling through your body, seeping into your head. You watched his head move to look back at you, and you blinked.

“Are you okay, honey?” He murmured, those big brown eyes finding yours, his voice soothing but ringing through your ears.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Why?” You managed to stammer out, tone laced with nervousness. You were never good at lying.

“I said somethin’ about the movie and you didn’t reply.” His eyes narrowed, concerned. It was then he noticed your laboured breath, and the rhythmic tapping of your foot against the floor beside him. He reached for the remote to pause the film, and sat beside you on the couch. His hand finding yours, and his shoulder touching yours.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The words made your throat feel heavy, your lips parting to speak but nothing coming out. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

I do. The thought rattled in your brain, as you built the courage to speak.

“I do.” You could hear that your own voice was shaky. You swallowed hard. “I was just, thinking.. um..”

“That’s rare.” He teased quietly, holding your hand. You laughed quietly, shaking your head.

His joke brought just that little bit of relief, if only for a brief moment. You found your voice.

“I was thinking about our future.” You paused for a moment.

“I was thinking about us.”

You saw his eyes process the statement that was more of a question, with a blink. A thousand unspoken words on his tongue, and your own too.

Are you still coming with me? Is what you were asking. Are we still going to travel together like we always said we would?

He hesitated, and you knew. A little part of you just knew.

“Everything is going really well for me, here.” He almost sounded shameful. His eyes unable to find yours, you knew they were filled with guilt and empty promises.

You hesitated, this time.

“I don’t want to stay.” You were breathless as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

And at that moment, for the first time, you felt worlds apart. His hand on yours felt distant, nothing else in the room but just.. you. You and your own thoughts.

The words had triggered an argument, tears, a fight or flight response. You slept at your friends dorm that night, yet you’d hardly slept at all.

You came back to open arms the next morning, whispered apologies, flowers and pancakes. And the salty taste of tears.

But it felt over. A certain sinking feeling in your gut, eating you up. You knew he felt it too.

Your greatest fear was right there in front of you. Making your hands shake and your knees weak. You and your other half.

You two were finally growing apart.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

[petersasteria]

boys, boys, boys (1) - all

Pairing: kwon jiyong x reader, choi seunghyun x reader, kang daesung x reader Summary: you're an actress in a musical

Daesung: SIX; Jane Seymour

When Daesung found out that you were cast as Jane Seymour on SIX the Musical, he was very ecstatic for you. Though, he didn't know what it was about.

"I'm very happy for you! You've been practicing your audition for ages and now you got the part!! That's so amazing!" Daesung clapped. "So, what's it about?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Like, what's the musical about?" He asked.

"Oh, well it's about King Henry VIII's six wives."

"SIX WIVES?!" He shrieked. "Damn. And your role is...?"

"My role is wife no.3, Jane Seymour." You said proudly. "I'm very excited because there's not much research about her other than the fact she died of childbirth."

"Ooh, that's interesting. I know you'll nail it!" He smiled, giving you a tight hug.

When opening night came, Daesung sat on the best seat in the theater: third row, center. He even brought the guys with him who were just as excited.

"Dae, why'd you pick third row, again?" Jiyong asked as they made their way to their seats.

"Because sitting in the first row will give us neck pain from looking up and it's the best view because you can see everything." Daesung explained as they all sat down. A few minutes later, the show started and the guys were immensely surprised to see your performance. They knew that you were a musical actress, but they've never seen your work before.

From the corner of Seunghyun's eye, he caught Daesung mouthing the lyrics and dancing some of your steps; the steps he helped you polish, seeing as he was there during rehearsals.

Seunghyun leaned on his side and whispered, "You even know their steps?"

Daesung nodded, "I'm their biggest fan. I was at all their rehearsals."

When it was time for your solo, Daesung was excited. You had been gatekeeping your solo for a while now. Yes, he was present at rehearsals, but you'd kick him out whenever it's your turn to sing. You'd always send him out to buy food or something you don't even need just to keep it a surprise.

The piano's intro played and the boys' attention were quickly shifted to you as the spotlight stayed on you for your solo.

"~You've got a good heart, but I know it changes. A restless tide, untameable.~" You sang, feeling the song. During all those times Daesung was out, you were able to focus and really imagined yourself in Jane Seymour's shoes. You knew Daesung loved you to pieces, but you had to imagine your love for him being unrequited and only transactional. It was hard because he's such a sweetheart, but you had to. In the end, it was all worth it and you perfected your performance.

"Oh my god, I didn't know she could sing THAT good." Jiyong said quietly, his jaw dropping as you hit each note. "Daesung, why did you have to gatekeep her voice?! We could've collaborated."

"I'm gonna cry." Seunghyun said as tears clouded his vision. "It's beautiful. She did a great job.... and don't tell anyone I cried."

"That's so going on the internet." Youngbae chuckled as he shed a few tears, himself.

Daesung sat quietly as he smiled proudly. He was crying too. You sounded so angelic and for some reason, it sounded so holy; like some higher power is there with you.

"~Soon I'll have to go. I'll never see him grow, but I hope my son will know he'll never be alone. 'Cause like a river runs dry and leaves its scars behind, I'll be by your side 'cause my loooo~" You sang, holding the note.

"You better hold that note, girl." Jiyong said, sitting at the edge of his seat.

"She will. She's like Daesung. They both hold their notes well." Seunghyun said, nudging Daesung with a small smile.

"~ooove is set in stone.~" You smiled sadly, before belting, "~Yeaaahh~"

Youngbae's eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "She's been hiding those insane vocals from us after all this time??"

Daesung was already clapping quietly to himself, but he stopped when he heard your whistle notes. "Oh, I'm so mad she kept this from me, but I forgive her because she's so amazing." He watched in shock.

"Okay, that whistle note got me." Jiyong sniffed. "Only she can make us grown men cry because of a performance."

"Facts." Seunghyun croaked out. "The lyrics are also very heartbreaking if you listen to it. I guess that's why I'm crying hard. Unrequited love at its finest."

"Always so angsty, hyung." Youngbae joked.

When the show ended, the guys immediately looked for your backstage. Daesung was the first to pull you in a bone-crushing hug.

"You did great, my love! I'm so proud of you. I love you so much." He pulled away to look at you and he grinned. He kissed your forehead and said, "The guys wanted to say their praises too."

"Move away, Daesung." Jiyong said sassily. "Gotta give this girl her much needed praise after serving us vocals from heaven."

The guys gave you a hug and all of you chatted for a bit before they left to let you change out of your costume. When you left the dressing room, you saw Daesung leaning against the wall with a bouquet of flowers.

"You may have played someone whose love is unrequited, but I'm here to let you know that your love for me will always be returned." He smiled and handed you the bouquet.

"Aww, thank you, Dae." You smiled as you smelled the flowers.

"With that being said," He took a deep breath and got down on one knee. You gasped as he got out a small velvet box from his pocket.

"Oh my god, yes." You breathed.

He laughed and joked, "I'm just tying my shoelaces."

"No, you're not." You said giddily. "I'm saying yes."

"At least let me ask." He chuckled, grabbing your left hand.

"Okay, okay." You smiled excitedly.

"I was going to do this, like, way into the future, but I bought this ring a year ago with Youngbae. Tonight has been full of surprises, so I figured tonight would be the right time to propose. I want to be with you forever, Y/N. You're the love of my life and I wouldn't want it any other way. Y/N, my constant, will you marry me?"

"Yes." You cried as he slipped the ring on your ring finger. He stood up and both of you shared a loving kiss, not aware that the boys were watching the whole time.

"He's all grown up." Seunghyun cried as he took pictures.

"Stop or I'll cry too." Jiyong said with a giddy smile.

"I hope I'll be the best man." Youngbae said, earning a glare from Jiyong and Seunghyun.

"No, it's me! I'm the leader of the group."

"So? ToDae is a very prominent ship, y'know. The best man'll be me."

Jiyong: Hamilton; Angelica Schuyler

Jiyong knew you had an interest in rap, so it surprised him that you got cast in a musical.

"Babe, it's not just a musical. It's hip-hop and rap. Lin's a genius." You said through the phone. Jiyong was on tour and you were going to be on tour with the Hamilton cast too.

"Alright, alright." Jiyong chuckled. "I'll see you on one of the tour dates, okay?"

That day came quickly and you were very excited to see Jiyong. He was very excited to see you perform. This was your first role after taking a much needed break. During your break, you and Jiyong got married and lived a quiet life for a while until both of you decided it was time for a come back.

Jiyong was extremely happy for you and he couldn't wait to watch the show. He dressed in a simple, semi-formal outfit; not wanting to draw attention to himself because tonight was your night, not his.

When the show started, you saw him in the front row, nodding his head along to the songs and he made facial expressions that showed his interest in the beat which made you almost break character.

When the intro for 'Satisfied' began, you were incredibly nervous. You nailed it every time during rehearsals, but tonight was different. Your husband was watching a.k.a the main rapper. You wanted to impress him so bad, but you knew he'd love you no matter what.

When you started the song, Jiyong was particularly interested in the choreography during the 'rewind' part because the dancers also rewound their steps. He watched intently to understand. When you started rapping faster, he wanted to stand and dance along to the beat, but he knew it wasn't allowed. Instead, he tapped his foot to the beat.

"~I'm a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no son, so I'm the one who has to social climb for one.~" You rapped.

"That's fucking sad." Jiyong whispered to himself. "But she served."

When 'Non-Stop' started, Jiyong was already invested. He made a mental note to listen to the album during his free time.

"~Hey, what are you waiting for? What do you stall for?~" "~What?~" "~We won the war, what was it all for?"

"Hamilton's right, Burr. C'mon!" Jiyong nodded to himself. He smiled when he saw you on stage again for your part.

"~I am sailing off to London, I'm accompanied by someone who always pays. I have found a wealthy husband who will keep me in comfort for all my days. He is not a lot of fun, but there's no one who can match you for turn of phrase. My Alexander, don't forget to write.~" You sang beautifully.

Jiyong was smiling from ear to ear. When the climax of the song was nearing, he was seated and actively paying attention.

When everyone's favorite part came, Jiyong's ears were blessed. The harmony scratched an itch and it felt absolutely right.

"~Look around, isn't this enough?~"

"~He will never be satisfied. He will never be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied.~" You sang, proud of yourself for hitting the high notes. You took a quick glance at Jiyong and you see him smiling widely, making you smile too.

When the first act ended, Jiyong was the first to give a standing ovation, followed by the rest of the audience. When the curtains closed for the 15-minute break, Jiyong made his way backstage. A power that he has that he liked to use to his advantage.

"You were amazing, baby." He said as he hugged you from behind. He kissed your shoulder and you grinned.

"You enjoying so far?" You turned to face him and he nodded. "You should really go back to your seat. I have to get ready for act two."

"I know, I know. Just wanted to drop by and give you a good luck kiss." He said shyly. You playfully rolled your eyes and gave him a big kiss.

"Good luck, baby!" He smiled excitedly before running back to his seat.

Seunghyun: Wicked; G(a)linda

It's no secret that you had an amazing talent for singing and acting. In fact, you and Seunghyun met while filming a movie both of you starred in. You were a child actress, beginning your career in theater before cementing yourself as a promising actress for movies and tv shows. You also began your career as a soloist, earning multiple platinum awards, even earning a Grammy win.

When news of Wicked coming to Korea spread, you immediately told your manager to book an audition for you as Glinda. Seunghyun knew you could sing, but he never heard you sing in a musical. He didn't know your vocal range was high, so he was in for a surprise when he was sitting down in the theater as you sang in opera.

"~Let us be glad, let us be grateful, let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of you-know-who. Isn't it nice to know? That good could conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by outlive a lie for you and- ~" You sang with your Glinda smile.

"So angelic." Seunghyun complimented, the boys nodded in agreement.

When the climax of the song came, the guys were in awe; jaws dropped.

"~Goodness knows, oh ooh. She died alone.~" You sang.

"Is she doing opera?!" Daesung asked with wide eyes.

"Damn, hyung. You swear you didn't know??" Jiyong asked, nudging the older gentleman.

"Nope." He shook his head in shock.

"~No one mourns the wicked. Wicked. Wicked!~" You sang with the ensemble, giving a special treat to the audience by singing the last note higher than intended, which gave Seunghyun goosebumps.

When the first song ended, everyone clapped.

"And that's just the first song." Seunghyun said.

"That's JUST the first song?!" Youngbae said. "Imagine how she'll sound in the next songs."

"That's insane." Jiyong said. "She should insure her vocal chords for like, a bajillion dollars."

"Facts." Daesung said. "Take care of her, hyung. I'm now a diehard fan."

"Hey, I'M her diehard fan first. You can be second." Seunghyun chuckled. "And yes, I'll take care of her. Don't worry."

-

a/n: i think i got carried away with daesung lmao anyway, y'all can pull thru w reqs! <3

permanent taglist: @redhoodedtoad @billiesiousji @hayd3n8 @sherrayyyyy @nbjch05 @ldydeath @wcnderlnds @infinetlyforgotten @emmiesoverthemoon @lariem-blog2

jiyong taglist: @loveesiren

seunghyun taglist: @loveesiren

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[4stor]

btw angel will never fucking love u cunt <3 i hope u know you're selfshipper scum and you don't deserve angel or even draw her with ur filthy hands i genuinely can't stand other angel yumes youre worse. your fanfic doesn't even portray her properly stop mischaracterizing her and maybe i wont mind :3 have a great day

Ooooo did I provoke you too much to get you into my inbox? Oh I love it<33 i love seeing you in my inbox I hope you know that HAHAHAHA

I hope you know there's a LOT of crazy ash yumeshippers, I hope you know there's a LOT of people calling every character their wife/husband. I know I'm a self-shipper, like oh brother who would not love her entirety??— have you SEEN the many people who are obsessed with OUR queen??

No idea what gotchu getting all riled up, but Angel will DEFINITELY never love ya for this typeshit of action. I sense hater behavior, an opp even, ur all bark and no bite seeing that u sent me this anonymously and it's really funny to me, it really is🖤🖤

There's no RuLE in self shipping, u must be blind lmfao there's a lot of us in the fandom— LOADS OF ARTS and FANFICS of their ocs drawn and written w Angel, even other characters of killer chat brother💀💀💀💀

Ur one toxic guy in the community that nobody in the Angel nation— not even ANGEL HERSELF would love to see.

I consider EVERYONE an amazing Angel lover wife/husband, doesn't even matter if I call her my wife. They spread the love she deserves, the appreciation back when I saw less of her content. But you... You are an example of a creepy weirdo hating on someone who did no shit to ya. My actions aren't creepy, it's normal. Name one shit I've done that's creepy and fucked, I'm waiting :))) because if I'm creepy for having fanfics, fanarts, and self shipped her with my ocs/persona— then what does EVERYONE in this fandom makes them?? Creepy? Weirdo? Oh I'd love to see what they'd think when they see this, darl. Really.

You always try to find some other ass ways to hate on me, it's never really effective since I've already ignored you once and I'd do it again but it would be a damn missed opportunity to shove it into your face about how toxic you are for trying to start a fight.

Mfing weirdo jesus christ lmfao, get a life. And before you say shit, I do have a life 💀💀💀 with friends and family, a college life with responsibilities. 💀

Toxic ash istg..

Edit: if you don't like me or the shit I make in here, then leave w ur ass and block lmfao it's that easy, you should practice it LOL

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

This is disgustingly and appallingly biphobic. "They could've found another female love interest for him" uhhh. yeah. they DID give him a MALE LOVE INTEREST.

"getting Buck out has to have the end goal of getting him with Eddie, because Eddie is his most well developed on screen relationship." Or maybe getting Buck out HAS TO HAVE THE END GOAL OF GETTING BUCK OUT??? Maybe the show wanted another queer main for more and different rep than Henren (lesbian rep from Hen, we don't know Karen's sexuality iirc), Michael/David (gay rep from Michael, again we didn't know David's sexuality) and now Buck, for bi rep, which is really underrepresented???

Also, seven seasons in and they reintroduced Tommy. Like him or not, they've been putting in a lot of effort to build the relationship and build it satisfyingly to the narrative--only Taylor as a love interest for Buck has gotten more development than Tommy, and none of Eddie's love interests got that level of development.

If bi Buck was SOLELY for buddie, why not make Buck realize he was bi through a random one night stand? Better yet, if bi Buck was SOLELY for buddie and had NOTHING TO DO WITH QUEER REP, why not make buddie canon off the bat in season 7 with Buck realizing he's bi WITH Eddie?

I'm so glad Oliver got a lot of love for bi Buck, because Buck realizing he's bi HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT BUCK.

If you're out here claiming that the ONLY reason for a character to come out as queer is for YOUR SHIP to go canon, you have zero interest in genuine rep and zero respect for the queer community.

I say this AS A BUDDIE SHIPPER. I SHIP BUDDIE. And as a proud bi woman, do you know what I was thinking watching 7x04? Watching Buck's entire arc of finding himself in s7 AND s8? "I'm so happy for Buck. He looks so much more comfortable and confident. Getting this male bi rep in canon network TV is a major win for our community and Oliver is doing a phenomenal job. I hope Buck gets to be happy with whatever partner he ends up with. I hope they give him another female love interest or female one-night-stand to solidify to the GA that he's bi, not gay, before he gets with another guy."

I would be happy if buddie went canon. I would. But Buck becoming bi was something totally separated from that, and wanting to make Buck's bi arc about Eddie, and INSISTING that because Buck is bi they must be intertwined and interconnected and they MUST be putting Buck and Eddie together, is deeply toxic and biphobic. Not every bi person has to end up with their same-sex best friend regardless of how long they've been friends in the show or how deep that friendship runs.

can I say something potentially controversial… from the moment Buck was confirmed bi, I saw it as the road to Buddie. Now that’s not saying that Buck and Eddies sexualities are tied up in each other, but on a procedural tv show with an ensemble cast and limited screen time for its characters? I absolutely took it as a sign that Buddie was coming. They could’ve just found another female love interest for him, but they specifically chose this road to go down. all this time people have been dooming and i’ve been just waiting for them to get together lol

I was gonna ask if you're new here to think I would think this is controversial, then upon reflection I realized that I said this back in April and people have been asking for my head ever since.

I knew buddie was coming the second they release the hangar scene and Buck and Eddie were in blue and green, like, on a meta level, that scene pulled the trigger.

But yes, I agree. This is a tv show, every plot point serves the narrative, and narratively there is no point to make Buck rep for the sake of rep 100 episodes in, especially when he is HEAVILY shipped with a another man for 90 of those 100, if the plan isn't to get them together. Sure, dealing with people, someone's bisexuality isn't attached to anyone. It's part of who they are. In a tv show? When the character has a family with another man? When 80% of his first same sex relationship has his "straight best friend" in the middle? S6 ended with Buck and Eddie in nice little relationships with random women all hope seemed lost and then the first thing they did was get Buck out and Marisol doesn't even get a last name. If Buck finding out he's bisexual wasn't supposed to lead him to Eddie, Eddie wouldn't be in every corner of his first queer relationship.

This is a procedural about firefighters, they're not a show about queer themes, getting Buck out has to have the end goal of getting him with Eddie, because Eddie is his most well developed on screen relationship. 8 season in you have no hope of introducing a character for Buck or Eddie that would feel as satisfying narratively than getting the two of them together and they are leaning into it. It's coming and it's been coming the whole time.

I'm gonna link these 3 posts I made just because. x x x

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Chunguk reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 4/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lovers, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope, undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension

⋆˙⟡ From author: Knock knock knock, it's me again 🤗 I wrote chapters 4 and 5 for you guys. But I'm not sure if you'll like it 🥺 Lately my inspiration has gotten away from me and also I'm a little tired because of my work schedule. Guys… I'm trying to do my best for you because I only want to write the best for you 🥺❤️‍🔥 So let me know what you think about it! I look forward to hearing your reactions! (Two chapters at once...🤯 it's so hard really but hey, a time ago I posted three at once before 🤭 Okay I'm getting out of here so you can start reading, I talk so much 😄)

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko007, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much ����🤭💜🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko007, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @ottergirl (If you want to be on the tag list, let me know)

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 4. A problem of your own making

You took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts. Looking over your shoulder, you met his piercing gaze. There was no anger in his eyes, only confidence that you belonged to him.

You wanted to quietly go for food because there was nothing to eat at home. You hoped that you could do it quietly so that Jungkook wouldn't hear you, but he caught you right in front of the open door. You forced yourself to turn around. You didn't dare look up at him, looking at the tattoo on his arm. 

You took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts, but as soon as you met his expectant gaze, a familiar shiver ran through your body.

Your mind tried to resist, but your body... Your body remembered.

It remembered how his hot lips slid down your neck, making you tremble with anticipation. How his strong arms squeezed your waist, holding you in a tight grip, leaving you no chance of escape. His body - strong, powerful, perfect - moved with such passion that you were drowning in his arms, losing all control over yourself.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

How could he make you remember that night so easily?

You pressed your lips together, forcing yourself to push those thoughts away. It was just sex. Just physical desire.

Gathering all your will into a fist, you finally spoke, trying to keep your voice steady:

"I didn't run away, I just went out to get food." 

Jungkook nodded his head as if accepting your lie, and then slowly smiled.

"For a moment there, you made me think you were hiding from me."

You fisted the bag of food and cleared your throat, skillfully hiding your excitement. 

"Why would I do that? Did I do something to make me hiding from you or running away?"

His eyes flashed with a dangerous spark. He ignored your attempts to forget what happened between you this night and asked his question. 

"I asked you to stay and you agreed, why did I wake up and not find you in bed?" 

His voice made your heart jump.

"Jungkook...the deal is done, I got what I wanted and so did you, so I went back to my place."

Jungkook laughed softly, clearly amused by your behavior and your game of pretense of indifference. He put his hands in his pockets, his body tensed, but you definitely didn't notice. 

"So what are you going to do now? Are you going to live as if nothing happened?"

You didn't look away.

"That's right."

His eyes darkened. He tilted his head, studying your expression and your eyes, which betrayed your worry. 

"You know we can't live like we used to. I want you, and you want me. Why this lie?"

His voice was demanding. There was no trace of his usual playfulness.

You drew your eyebrows together, trying to hide how his words hurt you. They cut like a blade. The more he spoke, the harder it was for you to stay calm.

You couldn't afford to feel anything for him. It would be stupid. He was annoying you, and what was even more annoying was that your reaction to him was too strong. And it wasn't just because he was so annoying. Jungkook had a certain status. He was the heir to the ‘Jeon Group’. You're definitely not the right match for him. No, definitely you not. It's not possible.

You have to admit, last night was amazing. The best night of your life. But it's better to end it at the beginning than to become dependent on this man. 

"I'm not lying," you said coldly. "What we had between us only helped to satisfy physical needs and was a necessary measure. As you said, it was a fair payment for your service. Nothing more. So that's the end of it."

You turned to go back into the apartment, but his hand gripped your wrist tightly, and then he pulled you sharply aside, pinning you against the wall.

"Do you even hear what you're saying?"

He was so close that you instantly lost control of your own body. You forgot how to breathe. Both of his hands were on the wall, blocking your escape. His face is at a dangerous distance.

"How can you call what happened between us just physical need?"

You put your hand on his chest, trying to push him away, but in vain. Jungkook didn't even falter. He just smiled slowly, dangerously.

"You know..." His voice became deep, purring. "I remember how you moaned my name when I was inside you. Was that 'just physical' too?"

Your body trembled treacherously. Your face flushed.

"Shut up," you hissed, and you wanted to turn away, but he lifted your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

"What about when you were on your knees in front of me?" he whispered, leaning even closer. "How beautifully you moved your tongue, how greedily you took me into your mouth? Did it help you satisfy all your needs?"

His finger slid across your lower lip.

"Kitten, you looked better when your lips weren't busy talking," his eyes studied you, savoring your every reaction.

"Jungkook!" your voice shook with anger, but he just hummed, pleased.

"Oh, you like to remember that, don't you?"

You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself not to shake. But your heart was pounding in your chest.

"It didn't mean anything," you answered coldly. It was hard to speak, your throat was dry, and your chest was barely able to rise and fall. "I told you it was a one-time thing. Nothing else will happen between us."

He studied your face carefully.

"If it didn't mean anything, then why can't you even breathe calmly when I'm around?"

His words hit the nail on the head. It was hard to breathe when he was at such a dangerous distance. But you're not someone who gives up easily, even if it looks like you've lost. You took a deep breath and straightened up, gathering what little self-control you had left.

"Listen," you bravely looked directly into his dark eyes. "The deal worked. I don't need your services anymore. I will never ask for your help again."

You noticed how his eyebrows drew together. He was clearly not happy with what you said. He seemed certain that you had fallen under his spell and were ready to give yourself over to him. But no, you couldn't let that happen. Any relationship you have is doomed to fail. And you both know it.

A moment passed before Jungkook said anything, but you saw his eyes as if in slow motion. Something changed in his expression. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed.

"Never?"

You nodded.

"Never."

He was silent for a few more seconds, as if making sure you were telling the truth. And then... he just stepped back.

"Okay," his voice turned cold. "If you're so sure..." 

His gaze turned indifferent.

"Remember your words, Y/N."

Jungkook turned and walked away, leaving you standing against the wall.

Your heart was pounding furiously. His words echoed in your head, his touch still burning on your skin.

And for some reason, when he disappeared behind the door, you didn't feel relieved, but a burning, stabbing pain somewhere in your chest.

The two weekends were long and exhausting. You didn't leave your apartment, not wanting to risk meeting Jungkook even for a moment. It also seemed strange to you that for two days you didn't hear a single sound from his apartment. You heard no footsteps, no voice, not even the usual click of the door lock. It was as if he wasn't there.

The phone was also silent. No one called from work, there were no urgent tasks or meetings. This silence scared you, because deep down you knew it was the calm before the storm.

You realized that by Monday morning, everyone in the company would know about your "connection" with Jungkook, and you would be asked about everything. After all, he is the heir to the ‘Jeon Group’, and you are just an ordinary employee of the company. That would raise too many questions. It made it harder to lie. You didn't know he was the fucking son of the chairman of the holding company. Fucking Jungkook, he should have warned you. You had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. It made you really tense. 

On Monday morning, you got up early and got ready for work, trying not to think about anything else. You wore black classic pants, a white silk blouse with long sleeves, and a neat black jacket. You pulled your hair into a low ponytail and put on black loafers.

Before you left, you picked up the package with the dress that Jungkook had bought you for the corporate party. It was clean and neatly folded inside, and you left it at his door without hesitation. You didn't want to have anything that belonged to him.

When you arrived at work, you immediately noticed something strange. In the company lobby, your colleagues looked at you with some caution, some greeted you cautiously, and some even looked away. In the office, the situation was similar. Everyone seemed to know something that you didn't. So it began...

The only one who remained the same as always was Jisu. She cheerfully offered to have a coffee before the start of the day, and you agreed, hoping it would help distract you.

You went down to the café on the second floor, and on the way, Jisu talked nonstop. 

"You're a real baddie, Y/N," she smiled slyly. "You could have told me you were dating Jungkook himself!"

You were silent, listening to her monologue. "Listen, why are you still just a PR manager? Since you're with him, you could have become a someone influential or work in parent company!" she looked at you admiringly, but you ignored her question without turning your head to her, pretending not to hear anything.

When you got to the cash register, you ordered two coffees - a cappuccino for yourself and a latte for Jisu. She sat down at a table and you waited for your order. When you took the two cups and approached her, instead of her usual smile, you saw confusion on her face.

"What's wrong?" you leaned closer, putting the coffee on the table. 

Jisu silently showed you her phone.

An article was open on the screen. The big headline screamed: "Who is the mysterious girl next to Jeon Jungkook? Is the engagement announcement with Kang Sukhi canceled?"

And below it was a photo.

You, wearing the same dress you left at his door this morning, dancing with Jungkook at the corporate party. You looked... intimate. Too close to each other. His arm was around your waist, and his eyes looked as if the whole world had disappeared for him.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your frowned in confusion and you sank down on the chair. Your eyes quickly scanned the article: 

Jeon Jungkook, the heir to the ‘Jeon Group’ and one of South Korea's most eligible bachelors, was once again in the spotlight. Recently, at the corporate celebration of a subsidiary of the ‘Jeon Group’, he was spotted in particularly close contact with a mysterious girl.

Everyone knows that Jeong Jr. is not a big fan of public events. Witnesses report that they spent the entire evening together, and judging by their closeness, there is clearly something between them.

The most interesting thing is that this incident occurred at the very moment when Jong's family was planning to officially announce his engagement to Kang Sukhi, the daughter of the owner of ‘Kang Tech’. Does this mean that the wedding will be canceled? Or is this girl just a temporary fling?

We found out that Jungkook's mysterious companion works at ‘EON Creative’, one of the company's ordinary positions. What is so special about her that she could attract the attention of the main heir? Could this be a Cinderella romance story or another corporate scandal? Obviously, the Jeon family would not approve of such a relationship.

Sources say that Jungkook has always followed his own rules and did not allow his parents to choose for him. However, will he have enough influence to stand up to the entire corporation?

Your stomach clenched uncomfortably with nerves. It's just what you expected. But this is a disaster. You'd just come to terms with the fact that he was the heir to the ‘Jeon Group’ and that you'd suffer at work because of it, and now you had another problem. Was he was fucking engaged? 

You handed the phone back to Jisu and did your best to keep your face impassive, even though a storm was raging inside you. Right now, you wanted to punch Jungkook in the face so badly. Why does this man keep causing you problems? They were at least solvable before, but what to do with all this now? 

The thoughts in my head mixed into a complete chaos. They were tearing your head apart one by one. 

"He had a fiancée, but he got me into bed by taking advantage of my situation?" 

"What kind of asshole is he?" 

"Why am I surprised, it's fucking Jeon Jungkook!" 

"Has the boss seen this article yet?" 

"What's going to happen now? Will I be reprimanded? Or worse, will they fire me?" 

"They can't fire me just because I'm known as Jungkook's mistress, can they?" 

Jisu silently watched you drink your coffee, unaware of the turmoil in your brain. 

"Hey Y/N, is everything okay?" she asked cautiously. You looked up at her, your gaze betraying the anger that was bubbling up inside of you, but you tried to keep your voice indifferent. 

"It's okay. What?" as if you didn't understand. As if you hadn't just read that your "boyfriend" had a fiancée with whom they were to announce their engagement. And as if you hadn't been involved in a scandal of this magnitude. 

"Is everything okay?" Jisu laughed hysterically. "So it’s okay to you be with being called his temporary crush? And it turns out he has a fiancée." 

You looked down and took a sip of your cappuccino. Oh, God. You're going to kill Jungkook tonight when you get home, you swear. 

"I don't care what it says." You said. Jisu's eyes bulged, she didn't understand how you could be so calm. 

"What do you mean? So you're really his lover?" 

You turned your gaze sharply to your friend and coworker. You couldn't contain the anger that seemed to fill every cell in your body. Jisu was even afraid of you, as evidenced by the fact that she flinched when you didn't look at her. 

"I'm not his lover." "I'm not even his girlfriend," you wanted to say, but you stopped yourself in time. You can't even tell Jisu that, even though you're best friends. "You see, we've been hiding our relationship for a long time," you began to lie, keeping your voice as even as possible. "But it's logical, he's the heir, I'm just an ordinary employee. How we could openly declared such a relationship?"

Jisu narrowed her eyes, clearly thinking about something.

"But..." she looked at her phone again, rereading the article. "So you knew about his engagement? And you were okay with it?"

You tightened your fingers around the cup.

"I didn't know anything, he didn't tell me he had a fiancée," you answered, and that was at least the truth.

Your friend stared at you for a second longer and then exhaled sharply, running her fingers through her hair.

"This is terrible," she muttered. "I don't know what you're going to do now. It's like he was just using you..."

You gritted your teeth before setting your cup down and crossing your arms over your chest.

"This is Jungkook's problem," you said firmly. "If he's guilty of something, he's the one to deal with it. It has nothing to do with me. The main thing is that this doesn’t affect my work."

Jisu huffed and locked her phone. 

"It's not like this is your first day at the company and you PR manager. You of all people should know that this scandal," she jabbed her finger at her phone, "of the universe scale will affect your work, and it will affect you badly." Jisu assured you firmly. You looked away. You knew it yourself. The situation that was supposed to be your little escape from your boss's advances had become a huge disaster, and you didn't know what to do about it. 

Those fucking magazines, couldn't they have published this yesterday or on Saturday? Monday is always the hardest day of the week anyway. You took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, as if that would help make your situation bearable for a moment. 

"I'll try to work it out." You said. You got up from your desk, planning to go up to the office, when your phone rang. You saw the name of Mr. Kang's secretary on the screen. 

"Hello?" you picked up the phone.

"Y/N-nim Mr. Kang want to see you. He asks you to come to his office as soon as possible." You heard his secretary's anxious voice. This could only mean one thing: he had already read the article and you were about to be fired. 

"I heard. I'm coming," you said shortly. Jisu stood up and looked at you questioningly. She also looked worried. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I'm being summoned by manager Kang. It looks like it's going to be fun." 

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart speed up. You headed for the principal's office. Jisu was watching you anxiously, but you couldn't afford to show weakness right now.

You knocked on Kang Yongwon's office door and entered without waiting for an answer.

The CEO was sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair. He didn't have his usual friendly smile on his face, but instead looked heavy and attentive. He had an open laptop in front of him, and on the screen was the very article you had just read.

"Sit down," he said briefly, pointing to the chair opposite.

You silently sat down, keeping a calm expression on your face. Of course, a storm was raging inside, but you knew perfectly well that panic would only play against you.

Yongwon interlaced his fingers in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Well, Y/N," his voice was almost calm, but you could hear a hint of irritation. "A great start to the work week, isn't it?"

You didn't answer, just raised your eyebrows slightly, as if you didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Let's not pretend you don't know." He turned the laptop back to you, and the headline of the article burned into your eyes again. "Do you have any idea what a problem you've created for the company?"

"I didn't create anything," you replied. "Excuse me, Mr. Kang, but what does an article about me and Jeon Jungkook-nim have to do with the company? It's my personal business..." 

Kang sighed, as if you were tiring him.

"Personal business?" he interrupted you. Young-won folded his arms across his chest. "Do you really think that when your name starts to be linked to Jeon Jungkook, it remains a 'personal matter'? Journalists have already dubbed you his mistress, and now you're the main cause of gossip and scandal that directly affects ‘EON Creative's’ reputation. So do you think I should discuss it or not?" the boss was angry. You breathed quickly, trying to calm your nerves. You clenched your fingers on the arms of your chair, feeling everything boiling inside.

"With all due respect, Mr. Kang, I didn't write that article, and I didn't sensationalize it. I was just at a corporate event with my boyfriend, and the way the journalists interpreted it is not my fault." You kept your voice steady, even though you could feel a cold sweat running down your back.

Yongwon smiled wryly, leaning forward slightly.

"Y/N, you're not that naive," his voice was quieter, but even more menacing. "You work in the PR department. You know better than anyone how the media works. Who would have thought that such a smart girl could be so frivolous?"

Your teeth clench. He's playing with you. He's trying to get you to the point where you start making excuses. But you won't give him the satisfaction.

"Im sorry, I’m careless?" you asked calmly. "I just didn't think that my personal life would become a topic for national news."

Yongwon looked at you silently for a few seconds. Then he slowly leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin, as if he was thinking about something in his head.

"Admit it, Y/N. You didn't know who he was. Back at the corporate party, when he said he was Jeon Younho son, you almost fainted. I noticed that." 

You almost fainted now. How did he...? You were sure that not a single muscle in your face moved to reveal your confusion, but he noticed. Your heart fluttered in your chest, but you forced yourself not to show any emotion.

"I didn't faint," you said dryly. Yongwon smiled as if he was enjoying your confusion.

"Of course you didn't." He was obviously enjoying the situation. "Just imagine how it looked to everyone else. An ordinary ‘EON Creative’ employee showing up at a corporate event with one of the most powerful heirs in South Korea. Journalists just love stories like that."

You knew he was right. You yourself were well aware of how the media blows up such scandals.

"But perhaps that's not even the most interesting part." His voice got quieter, and you didn't like it. "I'm curious... Did he find you? Or did you find a way to get close to him?"

Your fists clenched.

"Excuse me?" 

Yongwon shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Let's be honest. Jeon Jungkook is not a man who can be easily interested. So how did you two end up as a couple?" 

You could hear your heart pounding in your chest. And the blood was pounding in your ears. This bastard is getting under your skin, trying to get the truth out of you. Does he really suspect you of lying? It's impossible. You played the part of lovers too well. Or he think you want career growth through Jungkook’s bed? You swallowed a lump, clearing your throat. 

"Manager Kang, it seems our conversation is going in the wrong direction. If you have a complaint about my work, please state it. I'm not going to talk about my relationship with Jeon Jungkook anymore." You said decisively, in an attempt to save the day. 

Youngwon hummed. He shook his head briefly and leaned his elbows on the table. 

His gaze became even more intense, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

"Brave, Y/N. But you do realize that this answer does not satisfy me, right?"

You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Fine. If you don't want to talk about Jeon, then let's talk about your work." Yongwon pushed his laptop aside and focused on you. "You're currently working on a campaign for the new partners, right?"

You nodded, feeling the tension building inside you.

"Okay. Then tell me this," he rested his palms on the table. "How are you going to take care of the company's reputation if you yourself have become the center of a scandal? Your actions, your publicity, are now a risk to us. I can't let your personal life affect the image of ‘EON Creative’."

You could barely keep from squirming. Yeah, of course. Now he's going to make you look guilty.

"If the company believes that my personality is a threat, what do you suggest, manager Kang?" You lean back into the chair, looking him straight in the eye.

Yongwon was silent for a moment, studying you carefully.

"You should be careful now. Very careful," his voice was calculating, "The journalists will not leave you alone. That's why I've decided to suspension you from your position as PR manager."

A chill went down your spine. Although deep down you knew that this was going to happen. 

"What?" you asked quietly. 

"For the period until the situation calms down," he added, pretending it wasn't a big deal. "Otherwise, we risk losing customers."

You breathed in through your nose, trying to hold back your anger.

"That's not fair..." 

"Yes, dear Y/N. Life isn't always fair," he replied calmly, and then added ironically, "Especially for those who turn down profitable opportunities."

He was hinting.

You knew that he was now openly hinting that you could have avoided all this if you had accepted his attention. But you'd rather be Jungkook's mistress for all of Korea than accept your boss's advances. 

"How long will my suspension last?" you asked, ignoring your boss's words. 

Youngwon was not happy. Perhaps he thought you would beg him to leave you at work or ask him for help personally. He got up from the table and went to the table where there was water and a mug. He poured himself some water and sipped it before drinking: 

"Until I decide that you are no longer a threat to our reputation."

It was a trap. He was not going to give you your position back. You could feel it. This man did not accept that you chose not him. And it was so fucking annoying. You want to work here so badly. And the people around you make it hard. Life really isn't fair. 

You slowly stood up.

"Is that it? I can be a free?" you asked colorlessly. 

"Yes." Yongwon answered in the same way. 

You walked out, slamming the door loudly.

And inside you were seething with rage.

Jeon Jungkook.

That bastard.

You're going to kill him.

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If Stormlight Characters Read Mistborn Era 2...

As requested by @sobookobsessedreader :)

[This post contains WAT spoilers! Also spoilers for Mistborn Era 2!]

Hello! I am back from my travels and can now get back to plugging away at some requests! :D First up, let's imagine that, in defiance of gender and timeline, Stormlight characters could read Mistborn Era 2. What would their reactions be?

1. Dalinar [WAT Spoilers!]

Dalinar: I cannot believe I am saying this, but... Dalinar: I am glad that I only killed my wife once, at least. Sadeas: Do you believe that accidentally killing your wife is better than killing her on purpose (on god's orders) because she's a serial killer? Dalinar: ... Dalinar: Perhaps my and Wax's situations are not very comparable. Sadeas: Oh, I think they are. Sadeas: Just not in a way that is flattering to you. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: At least...I never became a weapon wielded by a Shard to get around their own limitations, then. Taravangian: [Whistling innocently] Dalinar: Did anyone else just get a chill?

2. Kaladin

Kaladin: I think this Wayne kid needs therapy. Kaladin: Getting real "he's Tien" vibes off of him. Szeth: ...In what way is a child who turned to crime after losing his parents similar to your brother? Kaladin: Well, it's-- Kaladin: Look it's just a thing I say.

3. Elhokar

Elhokar: I can't believe my Wit went off and became a driver! It seems like such a waste of his, well, wit. Elhokar: I don't think he's happy. Elhokar: Drinking perfume is a sure sign of stress. Elhokar: I hope he won't get stuck on such a boring planet ever again. Design: [Slides Yumi & the Nightmare Painter across the table to Elhokar] Elhokar: Oh? What's this?

4. Shallan

Shallan: I can't help but notice how chill the Scadrian Ghostbloods are. Mraize: Hm. Shallan: They're like, "Oh, you don't want to join? Cool beans, no worries." Mraize: Yes, they do show a shocking lack of conviction, don't they? Shallan: ...That's the founding branch. They made you! Mraize: Oh, and one's progenitor is always correct, hmmm? Shallan: ... Shallan: Shut up.

5. Stormfather

Stormfather: [rumbling in displeasure] Stormfather: Those men simply drink metal to get power? Stormfather: Where are their oaths? What keeps them in check? Syl: Hmmm... they do seem to have a limited metal supply sometimes? Stormfather: That's not a check!

6. Navani

Navani: The technology they have on Scadrial is impressive. Navani: ... Navani: Should I invent guns?

7. Venli

Venli: Can't help but notice how in Era 1 we had koloss and kandra and terrismen and humans...and in Era 2 it's just humans. Venli: Sure some of them have koloss blood or Terris ancestry... There's a kandra or two... and then humans and humans and humans. Venli: How many planets do humans need?? Rlain: Both main characters are Twinborn. Venli: I'm sure that's of great comfort to the terrismen who were systematically targeted for extinction...

8. Taravangian [Wat Spoilers!]

Taravangian: OH COME ON Tarvangian: EVEN VAPORIZING HIM DIDN'T WORK?! Taravangian: COCKROACH OF THE COSMERE, THAT GUY

9. Moash

Moash: Okay, but everyone can see that Miles Hundredlives was literally right, though, yeah? Moash: He was standing up for the powerless and the disenfranchised and he wanted the law to protect everyone, not just the rich! Kaladin: But he killed people, though. Moash: I am going to strangle you.

10. Syl

Syl: Huh...seeing Wayne work so hard to get Steris and Wax to break up so that Marasi and Wax could be together really made me realize something... Kaladin: Oh? Syl: Yeah! I could have worked WAY harder with you and Shallan! *I* never flooded a church! Kaladin: Steris and Wax love each other, though. Much like Adolin and Shallan. Syl: Oooh, but you and Adolin aren't siblings like Steris and Marasi! Syl: Rivals to OT3 still a go! Kaladin: What's an OT3? Syl (cheerfully): Don't worry about it! Syl: ...yet.

[jojaxcola]

So I, like a lot of people, love your mockumentary series. And this is a stretch and probably won't get done for ages but could I use your mockumentaries to write a fanfic? It won't be long or complex, more of an extension to the scenes you've drawn. I'll give credits, don't worry but yeah.

But if I do, I'd love if you answered a few characterisation questions.

I know the farmer filmed some but is any of it not farmer filmed?

Why is the farmer doing this?

Are there any fanon or hcs you used to create characters that I should use too?

Expect more soon + updates

Thank you so much!! I had this in my inbox for a while and I've been thinking for a while about how to answer, because I'm not sure how much I want to give away at this point in the series hehe 👀 but I hope these answers are helpful

I consider the farmer/producer to be the project lead and to be present for everything that's being filmed. While they take on some of their own filming, they have a small crew to handle things like camera work and sound. During the talking head segments, the farmer is the one prompting them with questions as needed

The farmer is still a Joja employee like in the beginning of the game, but not with the same office desk job. Their team has been tasked with filming a documentary series highlighting the happenings of a JojaMart location, and the farmer was the one to propose the relatively new Pelican Town location due to their grandfather's love of Stardew Valley. So they're still a newcomer to the town, but they don't have the farm. I might stay a bit quiet about the farmer's ultimate motivations for this project, though... :)

This one's a bit tricky since I'm not totally sure how to narrow it down hehe. One thing I'll say here is that I altered Sam's work schedule to have him appear in the store more often (since in the game he's only there like six hours a week). I'll also say a little bit about how I like to characterize the main players in the series:

Sam is someone whose cheeriness is partly genuine, but also partly because he needs to be the guy who keeps everyone positive in tough times. It's important to him to make sure everyone feels included and not forgotten. Sam isn't dumb—he's actually very creative and resourceful—but he does tend to rush his thinking and follow bizarre trains of logic. He doesn't like to slow himself down, and when he dwells too much on his thoughts he tends to reach uncomfortable conclusions.

Shane has an extremely low opinion of himself, but keeps himself going at work to provide for Jas and to not be a burden to Marnie. He's easily annoyed and has a tendency to push people away, but he's not completely shut off. He'll accept gifts and other gestures of kindness but doesn't totally understand why he's getting them, or why he even deserves them. He needs significant and repetitive convincing to believe any friendship with him is genuine. Shane believes that life is harsh, and he tends to fixate on difficult truths. Sam's optimism frustrates him, and he sees Sam as a naive little boy who will be eaten alive by the cruelty of reality.

I don't like depicting Morris as cartoonishly evil. I think it's more fun to make him "corporate evil", where his villainy comes from a "socially-acceptable" disregard for the little guy. He'll go on about how the JojaMart personnel are one big family, but he can't even call his employees by their names. He thinks he's above his staff, and he's satisfied by the idea of getting to look down on someone; he views higher-ups as having earned their power, and that looking down on others is just part of that package. Morris loves to project the image of human connection, not because he genuinely believes in it, but because that's what appeals to customers. And he'll do everything he can to convince Pelican Town that Joja is the answer to all of their problems.

I also like to pepper little personal headcanons into the different entries (I like to think Sam is left-handed, so I wrote his notes on his right wrist in no. 5) but I think listing them here would bloat this post :o

Please feel free to ask anything else about the series (or individual scenes), this was really fun to write up! And I can't wait to see what you come up with!! :D

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Follow ups to this post (I might make a separate FAQs post if needed):

What has become of the community center? (@happycomputertimetravel): It's still dilapidated. I consider the jojamart series to have the town in the same state as it is at the start of the game (so Kent is still overseas, the bus is still broken, etc.) unless depicted otherwise

[shehungers]

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hey, heed the warnings to this one guys.

AY YO, VIN. SUFFICE TO SAY THAT I GOT IN MY DAILY DOSE OF FUCKED UP. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THIS WAS WILD

like, I'm trying to decide on a personal level if alucard is depraved enough to do something like this (not from a critiquing perspective bc u can write him however you want) and I'm not entirely sure, but holy shit was this horrific and monstrous of him and in some ways it kinda does fit with him. esp when he's, like, in those fits of insanity he basically gets in when he acts more beast and monster than, idk, a stereotypical vampire.

I fear the parts that I thought were most interesting here to read was, like, basically consuming mc's throat while the act was ongoing. I was to make some sort of mention to hunger as a metaphor, and I'm sure it's there but I cannot for the life of me conjure it up right now bc my BRAIN IS BRRRRRRRR

the act of consumption is arguably sensual and erotic in and of itself, so to top it off with *gestures to the rest* it's just CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY AORKSHDJWHDHWHEJWJEH

I did not know what to expect when I opened this (bc I'm stupid and don't read the warnings bc be real look at what I write) but I'm all

👁️👄👁️

Love you vin, I miss you and hope to see u back on the dash soon ❤️❤️❤️

What A Waste.

• An Alucard x f!reader smut drabble.

• SUMMARY: After attempting to kill the infamous vampire, Alucard, he ends up winning the match and kills you. Fortunately for him, though, you're human, so he decides to indulge on your delectable blood, and, also decides to ruin it, some.

• CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! DARK CONTENT! Light necrophilia, descriptions of blood, male masturbation.

• WC: 500ish idk.

• 18+ ONLY! MDNI!

Alucard blows the smoke off of his gun before peering over the silver pistol to look at you, laying dead before him.

It's a shame, really, that you came here to kill him. You were such a pretty little thing—it's truly a pity that he had to put a bullet through your head.

He puts the gun back into it's holster before walking over to your corpse that lays there, splayed out onto the ground with your blood leaking from your skull.

He kneels down next to you, and brushes a stray strand of hair that's fallen over your face, and his deep, vermillion eyes wander over your body, knowing that he wishes he could've somehow fucked you before he got the chance to kill you.

"What a waste..." He grumbles, letting his eyes wander over your body, drinking in your beautiful aspects, and then looking over at the puddle of blood building from your skull.

He raises an eyebrow once he feels his tongue begin to salivate. A thirst, no, a need to be quenched materializes while his red eyes swallow up the scene before him, devouring the possibility of your skin underneath his fangs.

The mere thought alone excites him, causing his cock to throb in his pants, and a mischievous gleam glints in his eye as he slowly reaches down for your neck.

He picks you up by your neck, like an animal would it's prey, and wastes no time to sink his teeth into your flesh. His teeth pierce the skin, and it gushes as if he were biting into a tomato. Blood oozes and squirts out, coating his lips and his chin, thus bleeding you dry.

He groans at the taste, and his teeth begin to grind into you, as if he were a wolf, tearing apart a lamb to get to the good, meaty flesh.

Meanwhile, his cock continues to stir in his pants as the taste of your blood continues to excite him. He groans again, and moves a free hand down to unbutton his trousers, and then, his gloved hand finds his aching, needy cock and wraps his fingers around it, tightening quickly.

He sighs at the feeling, and slowly, he begins to pump his cock, his fist tightening around it as he continues to gnaw away at your throat.

The blood, the sweet, sweet taste of it fills his head and his poor, leaking cock, twitches as each sensation begins to slowly overwhelm him, causing the vampire to growl.

He pulls away from your neck with a heaving groan while his hand continues to squeeze his cock, focusing on the tip of it.

"Fuck... you taste so good," he sighs, before snarling, he dives back into your neck. All of his teeth clamp down onto your neck, biting into it as if it were an apple, and he begins to suck, fervently, like a starved animal.

On the other hand, his hand is relentless as it continues to jerk himself off. His thumb focuses on rubbing the frenulum there, making him moan into your throat, which, in turn, makes him begin to twitch, and he lets out a low laugh.

"Fuck... gonna... cum! Gonna cum all over your corpse!" He laughs, wickedly into your neck until finally, he lets out a low groan as he cums, finishing all over you.

His lower body twitches as he comes down from his high, and then he pulls away from your neck, leaving himself in a blood-soaked mess that covers his lips, chin, and collar.

He pants, and a slow grin appears on his face as he leans back, dropping your corpse back onto the ground.

"Fuck. That was good."

[mimorobo]

I caught myself staring at your stop-motion art again and I'm curious about some parts of your process because this whole medium is fascinating and really impressive! And I think you're neat!

How do you plan out your animations? Is there storyboarding? (Especially for something like your TSunderswap amv that has a lot of shots, and some longer ones!) I also love seeing how you ease in and out of movements, do you just do those by feel? Crazy if true

I think I remember hearing that your puppets have a wire skeleton underneath the felt tops. Does that wire ever get brittle or harder to work with after bending them so much?

Would you ever try making puppets from different materials? 👀 Mostly because I think a mimirobo claymation would be news of the century

Auughhh my goooshh THANK YOU!! I think YOU'RE neat!!? I love your art!! It's so GOOOOOD!! So this means a lot!! :DDD Stop motion IS really impressive!! And I'm glad you also find it so interesting!! If done right I think it's one of the best mediums when it comes to storytelling, you can show so much with so little. And there's something so... Touching? Personal? I'm not sure what but you can really feel something in it...

Ok, to the questions!! Most of the time I don't really plan it out, I have a rough idea on what I want to happen and that's it. Straight to the animation table! I usually get carried away as well, keep animating more to it and add different things going on. Sometimes I play it out, just get up and act what I want to happen, it helps sometimes, I know what would feel more natural or better. (It mostly makes me look crazy tho XD)

Yes!! The TS!US had storyboarding!! Not sure if you could call it that... Mostly just a messy comic thingy which I made while listening to the music I wanted to use and imagining scenes for it!!

I lost the paper a while ago, but here are some pictures!! You can probably recognise a few scenes, most didn't make the final cut unfortunately :(

I'll definitely keep doing storyboarding for longer videos like this, keeps me more organised and I actually know what scenes I need to do. (Also I can skip a few scenes and then come back and do them later! Power of post production!!)

And yes! I do easing in and out a LOT! One of my favourite parts to do when I'm animating actually. I'm glad you like it!! And again, yes, it's all done by feel XD

Yeah the puppets all have a wire skeleton sort of frame underneath. The wires haven't been a problem really, AND I HOPE THEY NEVER WILL. Maybe they're just not old enough yet? Or I haven't used them enough for it to start to be an issue? The only real problem is that the arms sometimes fall off, the wire slips out of its place!! Which is annoying... But I have changed wires before, so it's not a very hard fix if it does become a problem!

OH PUPPETS FROM DIFFERENT MATERIALS!!? That'd be so cool!! Apart from this I've only worked with LEGO, whiteboard animation and some random objects. So CLAYMATION sounds epic!! I actually even did something really quickly!!

Here's a lil lizard guy, not exactly from clay, but close enough! :D

Wanted to try out what it'd look like... I really like it!! His tail kept falling off tho XD But I think doing stop some motion with clay would be awesome!! Thanks for the idea!!

[hatsbuckets]

Hozier spiral. Please ignore me. (wait no don't) Listening to Hozier and thinking about the 141 boys. I might write something more formal later.

Fuuukkkkkk

Foreigner's God? ffuuukkkkk just ghost but also like sdjgahsdlfjaslkd

Would That I? so ghoap coded.

Take Me to Church? Can't forget this classic. Yeah. You get this one (all of them. it's all of them. Obvi Ghoap. YEs it's GazPrice. IT's GOT SO MUCH FOR SOAPGAZ. But also GhostPrice lowkey???)

Sunlight? oops you're thinking about Gaz and Soap being so lovely and bright. (especially from Price's pov?)

Talk? Ghoap Ghoap Ghoap. "I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around" ??? Asgdhsadjf "I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice" ???? fuukkkkkk "All the things I would do / So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out / How I'm imaginin' you" asldjflakjdsflkj

All Things End??? ALL THINGS END???? All of them. All of themmmmm... I- they know they can die. Expect that they'll die on mission because you have to. and- aasdf

Sing? Look I know but see: GazPrice (or poly141 with Gaz) "Remember when you'd sing before we moved to it? / and we'd scuff up our shoes / Honey, the groove of it / Was whatever you choose / I want to be your lover" asdfjsdjjgh and and "you put your emptiness to melody / Your awful heart to song / you don't have to sing it right" Idk but it's therreeee.

Jackie and Wilson? I mean I see it for Ghoap. Soap just "Blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild / laughing away through my feeble disguise" ???? "She's gonna save me, call me "baby" / run her hands through my hair / She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily / better yet, she wouldn't care." ahhhhhh

Movement? I mean look I see it. I know it's not his most popular song but "and when you move, I'm moved / You are a call to motion" Like Ghost following Soap like idk trust ???? "When you move / I could never define all that you are to me" Just aaahh trust.

Dinner and Diatribes?? The HEEEAAATTT of Ghoap. but also GhostPrice. I don't make the rules.

SHRIKE litterally Ghoap from the staaaarrrtttt "I couldn't utter my love when it counted / Ah, but now I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now / I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted / Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now" "All of that goodness is goin' with you now" crying screaming throwing up

FROM EDEN. FROM EDEN. FROM EDEN. all of them. them. them. them. them. Babe there's something tragic about them. All of them. asdjfhsjdhjsgkjdf. "Idealism sits in prison"? Ghost. "Chivalry fell on his sword" ? sorry but Price. "Innocence died screaming" ? Soap. Gaz. Both. Literally and metaphorically. "Babe / There's something wretched about this / Something so precious about this / where to begin ... Babe there's something broken about this / But I might be hoping about this / Oh, what a sin" Aaasdhfjskdfh also also "To the strand, a picnic planned for you and me / A ROPE IN HAND, FOR YOUR OTHER MAN / TO HANG FROM A TREE" MY GOOOOODDDDD screaming

Cherry Wine??? I can't forget her. I'm sorry, like I know this song is a lot, and I think it is them, all of them with any of them. Especially if you make it like the crazy, gruff (low-key toxic) them, like. I'm- I'm not even going to break this one down. PLEASE JUST GO LISTEN TO IT. Here look: "The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine / Open hand or closed fist would be fine / The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine" "her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves" "... I'm all but washed / In the tide of her breathing / and it's worth it / it's divine" okay bye.

Someone New? It's my favorite Hozier song. It's so all of them. I'm not gonna lie, in their own way. Just "You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you" like asdhfsoduhgsd. the song just feels like Soap, because he's going around, but he wants that solid man. And ack- dying.

Projecting my favorite little guys on Hozier. I have so many more thoughts.

This man I stg never misses.

Crying in a coffee shop? Couldn't be me.

Anyway byyyyeeeeeee

[epiphainie]

i agree with your tommy meta post but mannn, why would he take the risk when buck did nothing to show him he wants him or wanted him back?

edit: this post is tagged bucktommy so my moots who don't go here can avoid it. it's not a negative post about them at all but it's a rant post i wouldn't put in the tag otherwise.

i say this in my gentlest voice... that post's thesis is literally "tommy should do it ESPECIALLY if he's scared that buck doesn't feel the same"

on that topic, i'll actually take this ask to look at this from buck's pov because i see twenty posts in a row about "let's look at how tommy feels" as if that's literally not what we talk about with every single post, so like what did tommy do that's different to buck that buck is expected to know that tommy wants him or loves him?

"buck didn't tell him he was thinking about him" yes and what tommy said was he wanted to reach out for... what exactly? for all buck knows he wanted to clear the air or hook up, not that he's been pining for him or wanted a second chance. unfair reading for buck's ability to pick up what tommy obviously meant? i agree but not as unfair as the reading that tommy "doesn't know buck wanted a second chance" because buck only looked at him with hopeful eyes and brightened up like the sun when he said "you want to try again?" instead of "i want to try again too and i'm spelling this out to you in case you don't get it" because tommy is that in need of verbal confirmation, he can't know otherwise.

buck, on the other hand tho should've known that tommy would stay in the morning. like, "i thought you'd leave?" ouch, how hurtful is that for tommy? sure, makes sense as an interpretation when you wrap your right hand around your neck to reach for your left ear. it's not like buck's saying that because well, tommy dumped him the last time they saw each other. you know walked out of his life entirely, ended a relationship that for all it was fine and euphoric till that exact moment. a choice tommy himself made and kept making. but we can't let tommy have accountability for that because he dumped buck because he loved him so much, see. that frees him of the responsibility of this proactive, self-made decision.

and you know, seeing as buck mentions the heartbreak line back to him, it means buck has heard him, he's not unaware that tommy has/had strong feelings for him but tommy? tommy doesn't know as if buck didn't tell him similar things in the same scene. this is not even me being sarcastic about shitty biased interpretations at this point, it's literally me pointing out that tommy refused to hear buck when buck said he can see a future for them, only to come back and tell him that he also doesn't trust him to know how he feels about eddie.

so for all buck knows this is an ex boyfriend who left him, as suddenly offering a "you can settle for me now haha" which is not only incredibly patronizing with knowing-how-buck-feels-better-than-buck-himself but it's also neither an apology for how tommy's walked out the first time around nor a great display of his love or desire for a second chance. so what is buck supposed to feel when he looks at this? breakfast and champagne are nice but don't really make up for your ex repainting your entire relationship with a confession and then refusing to listen when you say no it wasn't like that. again, what about self-incriminating you can settle down for me now that competition is out of the way should be proof for buck that tommy's serious about their second chance. it's incredibly more hurtful to learn that your ex has never taken your feelings for him seriously during your entire relationship than hear "i dont have feelings for you anymore" and at least buck knows that was mean and wants to apologize for it. unlike tommy who's so bought into the chill and cool and fine guy that he can't even address their breakup, what he's done and how he felt, with a little bit of sincerity before going back to the snide and booking it out of there.

was the beginning of this interpretation a little uncharitable to tommy? yeah. because it was me being sarcastic about how people don't extend any grace or nuance to reading buck while filling every crevice of tommy. i get it. blank pages are funner to draw on, thats why people love queerbaiting and fanon ships more than canon rep most of the time, but at this point some people are so caught up in "this one word tommy uses here means that his mom left him when he was a baby so he can't show this particular emotion now" vs "buck didn't say this in the clearest way that'd acknowledge how he's hurt and victimized tommy and frankly that means he doesn't deserve him" that it sounds ridiculous. i dont even disagree with why tommy can't be sure about buck's feelings for him, not at all but, god, would it kill you to realize that tommy ended this relationship and has been running away from taking accountability for that action and his feelings at every turn and even when he tries, it comes out minimizing for both parties' feelings and their relationship. he's not a child, he's a man who's destined himself to this pattern, and i simply think that he needs to break out of it himself. i dont even know what buck could say to convince him otherwise anyway.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

The prophecy x long story short

lmao first of all I missed this by one night but ANYWAY I'M BITTER BUT I SWEAR I'M FINE. Groupama Stadium you will always be (in)famous or whatever.

Once again: I love the way she plays this! Girl and Her Guitar Doing A Bit At A Coffee House! She sounds so beautiful and the vibe of the song is so different, even if the meaning is the same.

Spending my last coin for someone to tell me it'll be OK... Past me, I want to tell you not to get lost in these petty things. THAT IS A GENIUS TRANSITION. GENIUS!!!

She spends the whole "Prophecy" section singing about deep longing and yearning and loneliness, and then in comes "Long Story Short" to be like "lol what even was that THANK U NEXT." The unrelenting sadness of the first song gives way to the magical healing powers of time, where these deeply painful experiences fade into distant memories and you find yourself in a much, much better place on the other side.

Who do I have to speak to to see if they can redo the prophecy? ... Long story short it was the wrong guy(-uy-uy). Long story short, I survi(i-i-)ved. Is that not TTPD in a nutshell? Grieving all the things you have to give up inch by inch as you sink deeper into your loneliness, only to realize: hey, maybe I'm not the problem after all, maybe there's another variable that can change the outcome. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result, maybe it's time to do something to change that. And she DID survive! She faked it till she made it till it was true! AND SHE DID REDO THE PROPHECY. Because she did end up finding someone who wanted her company and wasn't going to make her crumble in wait.

As an aside, I looooooooooooove how she sings "Slow is the quicksand, poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand / Oh, still I dream of him," because she is bordering on twangy and it just feels soooooooooo intimate. Once again, she sings so beautifully. And another thing about her delivery: On the album, The Prophecy is obviously so, so sad; there's such an air of defeatism yet desperation at the same time. Obviously on the B stage, the vibes are completely different in general, but it's especially notable when she comes back to The Prophecy after LSS: she did redo the prophecy! She didn't seal her fate, she changed it! SHE DID THAT! She reclaimed the land! And now she's all about the next person in her life! (Dare I say, him passing by rare like the glimmer of a comet in the sky was indeed a sign of a soulmate!) She wasn't condemned to shades of greige for the rest of her life, she found all the colours all over again!

The mashup is so much fun but also more poignantly a testament to the human spirit. She thought she'd be forever alone, and now she's found forever again! She thought that it would kill her but it didn't! In fact, she's found something even better. And I've come to love "long story short, it was the wrong guy" even more now, because it's another way of saying "lovers spend years denying what's ill-fated": e.g. trying to fit a square peg in a round hole until it drives you crazy is exhausting... at a certain point you need to realize you're working with the wrong tools. But look what happens when you find your match!

It's such a hopeful, cathartic story!