#im gonna like finish everyone up and make a post with them and their profiles

[bf-rally]

just A left and then i can start coloring

[rkvriki]

not a couple but not just friends with enhypen ! - hyung line

hiiiii!! i haven't posted in sooooo long im sososo sorry!! something different might be on the way!!

make sure to leave feedback. my requests are open and so is my talk box so let's talk!

WARNINGS ! making out, it's not really suggestive but ya kno; might contain grammar errors!

word count: 1.1k

LEE HEESEUNG !

— kissing and other types of pda

heeseung and you were alone in the dorms, all the guys were out doing their own things and you both took that as an opportunity to spend time together.

the two of you were in the kitchen getting snacks and drinks for the movie marathon you were gonna have.

“hee, can you help me? i can't reach those chips.”

“sure thing, princess.” your stomach fluttered with butterflies as he came behind you putting his hand on your waist while the other one reached for the chips, making you let out a quiet gasp, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. heeseung grabbed the chips and put them down on the counter, while his hand joined the other on your waist as he turned you around to face him. you smiled at him used to this type of behavior coming from him. you put your hands around his neck as his face comes closer to yours to connect your lips. you both shared a passionate kiss, moving your head to the side to kiss him deeper. you both missed to hear the sound of the front door opening and only realized someone was in the house when you heard the voices of jake and jay coming closer to the kitchen, making you pull out slowly from the kiss, unashamed by the fact they probably saw you guys kissing. you both looked at them who were frozen looking at you guys with a confused expression.

“but weren’t you “just friends”?” jake asked, making quotation marks in the air.

“we are friends.” you said shrugging.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG !

— going out on romantic dates

today you woke up with a text from jay telling you that he was going to pick you up by 7:30 and that you should dress fancy. everyone was confused with whatever you and jay had going on. honestly to both of you it was very simple, you were both too lazy to put a label on it. it was obvious you two were way more than just friends. you started getting ready by doing your makeup since you were still indecisive with your dress. you went for your roommate to ask her for help-

“i can’t choose which one to use today, jay didn’t give me details about where we’re going so i don’t know which one is more appropriate” 

yunjin looked at the dresses then at you. “the black is not too much and not too little, so take that one. also when will you let me know what you two have going on or?” she said, waving her hand at you. you sighed at her tired of hearing her asking the same thing every time you went out with him. “i’m not going over this again yunjin.” you said making your way out of her room.

you finished getting ready and decided to snap a picture for jay. you sent it to him and he replied almost immediately.

jay: baby… you look so gorgeous fuck

jay: i’m almost there

you smiled at his text happy that you didn’t need to have a label with him for you to know he was yours.

SIM JAEYUN !

— going on weekend getaways

jake loved taking you out to visit somewhere when he had his weekends off from work. it was hard for you both to go out for a few days since he had a busy schedule but you both still managed to spend time together. 

you two were now in one of busan’s beaches watching the sunset, sitting in a blanket in the middle of the sand. the beach was secluded since it wasn’t that hot yet. your head laid in jake’s shoulder as he held your hands in his to warm them up.

“how did we end up like this?” jake asks “why so suddenly?” you ask him, chuckling. “i don’t know, just wondering how the hell i ended up taking my best friend on weekend getaways that aren’t really friendly.” you took your head from his shoulder looking at his face, silently admiring his side profile. you smiled at him and said “life makes us do the craziest thing i guess.” jake looked at you, making eye contact. his eyes scanned your face and he started leaning closer, making you do the same. your lips fell into his like a puzzle piece falling perfectly into its place. the fresh breeze from the beach blew into both of your hairs. jake’s hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek and deepening the kiss. you felt his tongue swiping your lower lip, making you open your mouth and letting him explore your mouth. you both pulled out looking at each other, giving one last peck and going back to watch the sunset.

PARK SUNGHOON !

— giving each other gifts 

sunghoon loves spoiling you and it makes you feel bad because you don’t buy him half of the things he buys you. he keeps reminding you that it really doesn’t matter if you give him things or not because you alone are already enough to him. whenever he's traveling with the members in work or just a tripe he will be always saying “oh, y/n would love this.” and then proceeds to it for you. he doesn’t even check the price and the others keep saying something like “i don’t know why you spend so much money if you aren’t dating.” he just smiles at them not knowing how to explain it to them. he comes back home to you with so many bags and a cheeky smile. you stare at him dumbfounded and he just sits besides you telling you to open them. 

“sunghoon how much did you spend here?!” 

“it was just a little, don't worry about it.” 

you do the same thing as him, or almost. when you are out by yourself, just shopping for yourself or with friends, you see a clothing item that you are so sure he would love it so you go and check the price, almost crying when you look at it. either way, you take a deep breath and grab his size and take it to the cashier. when you give them your card you always fear it will decline, knowing you won’t shop anything else for the day. when you give him his present he smiles like a kid on a christmas morning. he barely looks at it before he’s pulling you into a hug and thanking you.

“baby this looks so expensive, you didn’t need to.”

“don’t worry hoon, it wasn’t.” a big lie. it was and your wallet was crying, but for him you didn’t mind it one bit.

[orcelito]

orcelito's trigun fic recs!

making this for @trigunfanfic's fic appreciation week! this is a nonexhaustive list & not in any particular order (aside from the smut fics, which i separated into another section). just a few fics i rly love & think should get more attention!!

so Here are the multichapters (some of which have smut, but it's not the focus):

someone to last your whole life by catchatter / @needlab7

this one is sooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥺 i was reading it as it was being released and MAN it drove me insane. every bit of the post-trimax love and healing i couldve ever wanted. genuinely one of my fav trigun fics. it's just so well written & evocative. it really does feel like Vash and Wolfwood... and just. aughghghgh im gonna have to reread it sometime bc it truly is something special

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by neatrogenous / @floofyfluff

this is the other post-trimax fic that Changed My Life. i read it all in one go in one euphoric hyperfocus. i felt every emotion known to mankind. it is just. slkdfjsldfjlskdfj god. i adore how Vash is written here. both of them, really. it just feels so much like them. someday, i will reread this one Too...

Make it to Daybreak by @hypermoyashi (on both ao3 and tumblr)

god. what to say about this one. honestly i have never watched Demon Slayer so going into this fic i was missing that context, but i never felt like i was actually missing out on much. Allen does such a fantastic job at bringing u into the world without having to know anything about it at all. i LOOOOVE demon vash sooo much. so very much. im a little behind on updates rn sldfsdfkj but im excited to catch back up bc everything about this au is just Sooooo fun. everyone potentially interested in Demon Vash should read this. Do it. Right Now. 🥺 pls

Trillium and Ivy by @shastafirecracker (on both ao3 and tumblr)

AUGHHHHHH omfg this one was one of the first fics i read for trigun, and MAN it really set a high bar for me. im a little picky when it comes to modern aus, but this one is just so.... WONDERFUL... i read the entire thing in the first half of my day one day and spent the rest of my day in a fugue state. it was just SO SO SO good. i recently reread it and even having read it before, it was just as wonderful to read. realistic relationship development, compelling Saverem drama, all of it. it's also probably my favorite fic for the depiction of Vash's injury & recovery. the first time i read it i was just blown away by how realistic it felt, right down to the trauma memories of watching bargain bin movies while he was stuck in bed. honestly i could rant for forever about this one lol. it truly is special.

and RELATED TO THAT,,,

Wildflowers, also by ShastaFirecracker

i actually didnt know these 2 fics were written by the same person at first lol. Wildflowers got linked in my trigun server & i checked it out bc Fuck Yeah trans wolfwood. and then had my world just blown away. it's SUCH a good fic, & i really am such a sucker for fantasy au. and i was just absolutely gushing about how realistic the depiction of trans wolfwood was even before i finished the fic. SUCH a great fic. so imagine my surprise & delight when i went back to reread Trillium and Ivy and realized -- OH FUCK, it's by the SAME PERSON !!! such beautiful writing, For Real. i really do love these 2 fics.

Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron (can't find a tumblr link on the fic or ao3 profile, so if anyone knows them feel free to share this with them pls !!)

WOW LOOK it's a fic that doesnt have VW as the main focus!!! unfortunately the only one of those on this list (i May be a tad predictable...), & it really earned its place here. it's just such a fascinating fic that answers the question of What If Tesla Survived? i adore the exploration of her strengths and struggles, as well as her sibling relationship with Knives and Vash. it's so INTERESTING, and it gets into the meat of fighting for the rights of Independent Plants (and plants in general) and just. man. i read this and wanted to devote my life to one Tesla Saverem. she is so precious and hard-headed and SUCH a good big sister. pls do read it, it's such a lovely fic

and NOW...

onto the smut fics lol.

there are Plenty of very good smut fics around, but these are the ones that really stuck with me. either for being Different than the norm, or just being very... well. ya kno lol.

dont worry about the picture this paints of me lmfaoooo

you'll never get enough by tagteamme / @phaltu

AGHHHHHHHHH oh my god this fic made me FEEL things. it's a boxer / gym au, and MAN does it do it well. u get the sweaty gym setting, u get the homoeroticism & horny pining, u get the blatant masochism that drives them both... im just obsessed with it. that stove scene is going to stay with me For Life. & the smut is of course VERY good, but the Vibes... oh the Vibes are so impeccable. obsessed.

there is a season for all things by SolidShrimp (cant find their tumblr on the fic/profile, but i Know ive seen them on tumblr 🤔 if anyone knows their url, pls do me a favor and send this to them!)

THIS ONE.......................... man. man. man. man. like i know xeno is The Average for fandom vash, except the normal flower "plantussy" doesnt really do much for me. im too much of a monster fucker for that i guess. it's not BAD, just not particularly exciting. this, though? now, THIS one left an impression. ive already gushed about it to the writer in the comments of the first fic (havent kept up with the sequel fics, tho i really should catch back up sometime) so i'll keep it brief here. just. such an UTTERLY delightful inhuman vash portrayal, to the point where his reproductive biology is just plain incompatible with Wolfwood & Meryl's (oh yeah, it's mashwood, which is WONDERFUL...). wolfwood and meryl are in over their head trying to figure out how to get vash off in his own way, but they do their Absolute Best!!! it's just rly sweet and i adore the way the writer went Full Ham into the inhuman aspects. utterly delightful.

Kick me once again, and say we'll never part by epsilontauri (doesn't look like they're on tumblr? there's just a link to their twitter on the fic. but if anyone knows them, feel free to send this to them!)

this one is. so. very. AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ok i will be honest this is probably my favorite vw smut. and it's barely even smut. the sequel is definitely much more sex, but this one is. well. it's some extreme, dangerous, and barely negotiated S&M. as the saying goes, it's neither Safe Or Sane, but it sure is consensual! it's just so. well looking at just the tags sure does reveal it. horrible coping, it's an intense fic, but it's just so.......... DELIGHTFUL........... i really really really love fics that stick to their guns like this. and i love how even though Wolfwood had a GREAT time, we get to see how it kinda freaked Vash out (he did Not like hurting Wolfwood), so the sequel is good for a fic where they're both genuinely having lots of fun. this one is actually rather not fun for Vash. but it's just. it's about the Extremity of it. the Possessiveness. pushing someone to their absolute limits!!!!!!!!! this is another fic that i rambled in the comments about bc. yeah. yeah. it's. just trust me. if ur into fucked up dudes being fucked up dudes, this is the fic for you.

& OKAY i think that's my list. again, it's nonexhaustive, but ive had enough typing i think lol

hope u guys enjoy the recs 🥺

[szilverer]

hewwo

made this blog primarily to dump oc content & maybe liveblog a bit (its my first time engaging in a fandom space like this so im pretty lost, do lemme know if i mess up with tagging or etiquette or smth. more about me here.)

my main FL acc (Hreisz) is from 2016 but i only really started playing last august! ive finished my ambition in october but theres still a lot i dont know about the lore n stuff. recently made two alts & am slowly getting around to write/draw nice profile pages for everyone.

"H. Reisz", aka The Twilight Phantom // The Clawed Captain | LF (Looked Upon Fondly) | Oneirotect Silverer | ???

Hyacinthe R., aka The Sombre Pursuer | Nem | future Correspondent & Seeker | English-Romanian

"Zé Brito" or "Sev", aka The Zealous Backlander | BaL | future Monster-Hunter | Mixed Brazilian-British

feel free to send a CC or even just random in-character letters & menace help reqs :3c im a lil rusty but i'd love to write more

always open to asks/interactions here as well, just keep in mind i might take A While to respond as i am but an hermit with the barest of executive functions

trying to use this hyperfixation to practice digital art so there'll be random experimental doodles here as i try to find out wtf i am doing. everytime i open a canvas its a surprise. youve been warned

tags:

#chaindoodles -> art tag, #chainrambles -> text tag #fl liveblogging, #flore (fl lore)

#the twilight phantom -> the (main) blorbo

#nightmarriage -> my blorbo hoards trash. block this to be spared from witnessing their arguably most questionable decision (i.e chaining their stalker to themself so they won't be alone)

content warnings:

#light fingers spoilers (also general tag for LF) #nemesis spoilers, #evolution spoilers

just to be safe, i tag eyestrain/bright colours for some art.

#suggestive in case i draw (or write?) smth that can be perceived as saucy, spicy, horn knee, overtly kinky or implied nsfw. there wont be anything Actually explicit here though

i like #blood and injuring my characters both mentally and physically. so uh. that. possibly violence.? jokes aside, i like exploring heavy themes: mental health & psychological issues; abuse; general horror; death & grief; alienation; one's relationship with pain & self-destruction, intentional or not - these are all concepts that are gonna be present in the things i make one way or another. some mild religious iconography as well bc although im not religious i was raised catholic & i like playing w/ the aesthetic.

#body horror (mostly the shapeling arts kind)

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#poor edward

So who's this "Twilight Phantom"?

I play a strict game with myself when it comes to my main blorbo: 99% of what the FLPC does, in the exact order i do it, is canon. This applies to small things like their possessions/wardrobe, for example - they pretty much only have the in-game items i own in the account to wear.

finding out reasons to explain why they keep the things they own, and why they don't just buy more clothes in-universe is part of the fun. (this game made them out to be a weirdo, naturally.)

It's been lots of fun to see this clean slate (and i do mean clean - i knew nothing about the setting/lore, or who they were as a person, so. well. this guy didn't either) get shaped by RNG, the narrative, And my mechanical wiki-fueled optimization decisions.

another extra rule i made for myself as a treat was making them a sponge to compensate for their inherent emptiness. this means they incorporate something from each important NPC they get involved with. they are a singer because of Clara and her twin. they only own a lab & got interested in research bc of Dr. Vaughan. they got a taste for exercise bc they accompanied Hephaesta's workouts for so long. and so on and so forth.

ill make a better, dedicated profile post eventually but for now have a playlist + an old vague intro + some early refs below:

[last updated: never. this is my self-callout to write abt recent developments bc ohh boy evolution was an entire year's worth of timeline progression.]

The first thing you notice about them is the cowl lazily draped around their head and shoulders, swaying behind their back like a cape in the colours of sunrise-- or, perhaps most familiarly, the velvety twilight that the newest star every so often provides to London.  The second thing is the deep scars covering one side of their face, and the third thing would probably be the heavy eyebags under their sharp, dark eyes.

A relatively freshly-minted Silverer, H. Reisz spends more time in Parabola than London nowadays. Not that they had been in London for too long anyway, and it's not like anyone knows where they were before that either. The surface, yes, but it's a big world out there, right? They don't actually remember seeing the sun, or the sky, but H cannot deny the soft colours of twilight and sunrise have a special place in their heart. They recognise it without the memory of experiencing it, just like they recognised love in the depths of a certain Labyrinth. Hmm, two Labyrinths, actually. There was that one heiress too... and the Orphanage was inside one hell of a maze too... if they had a coin every time they found themself inside labyrinths, they'd... Uh, where were we? Well, anyway, being a new face, they had nothing to be known for so they simply gave out their surname instead. Or well, what they assumed to be their surname. "H. REISZ" were the letters sewn-in on a diminute corner of the tattered black veil that wrapped their head back when they woke up for the "first" time. They were surrounded by near-empty bottles of dried mouldy honey, absinthe, and who knows what else. Ah, the decadence... they couldn't even remember what honey could do at the time but they could recognise the stench of self-destruction right away, haha.  Alas, if things were so bad they got to that point-- maybe this explains why moving on was so easy. Maybe they had somehow lobotomized themself on purpose. Who knows? They sure don't. It was only now, a year or so after waking up, that an epithet has started to stick around-- specifically by their actions as a Silverer and the services they provided. From nightmare-slaying to fishing out vestigial memories (the irony of an amnesiac doing this is not lost on them) to guiding and safeguarding lost dreamers, their glimmering signature cowl and the way it flowed rather phantasmagorically in Parabola started to leave an impression. To many dreamers, seeing a hint of pastel twilight colors signaled safety. It signaled someone you could trust to get inside your head. :)

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

masterlist

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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[trioxidewastaken]

the twitter files that elon musk and his cronie gang of substack journalists are trying to drum up as this generation's watergate really looks like a guy who stomped on his own dick in a huge apartment complex that he took out massive loans to buy (that he can't pay back in time) and is trying to convince everyone that the previous owners are criminals for being less-than-ideal owners to distract from the fact that he and his dick is fucked.

like this motherfucker with too much (imaginary) money and absolutely no sense of self control one day decided "HEY, I WANNA BUY THAT BUILDING FOR $56 BAZILLION DOLLARS", the owners said "well, okay, do you wanna take a look around first before you sign this contract, there's stuff you might wanna take a-" and before they could even finish their sentence, he's already signed the contract with his dick print yelling "YOOOO IM GONNA OWN THIS APARTPMENT COMPLEX, THIS SHIT'S GONNA BAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" 2 days later (after talking to the owners about what goes on at the complex), the guy goes "oh fuck, oh shit, this place is fucked and i don't wanna back out bc i already signed the contract with my dick, i already asked all my shady rich friends for the loans to pay for it, and ill have to pay the owners $3 million for the trouble uh-" "HEY EVERYONE THESE APARTMENTS HAVE TERMITES AND I DON'T WANNA BUY IT ANYMORE, AND I'LL BE SUING THEM IN ORDER TO NOT BUY IT". The property owners say bet. 8 months later (and after finding out he'll have to prove that there are termites in court or be forced by the court to buy the complex), he begrudgingly pays for the complex and after making himself the sole owner and celebrating with all the extremely annoying tenants (and convincing them they can party all they want for an $8 "at-the-door" fee), he finds out that a not-insignificant amount of people are immediately moving out or will move out in the near future & people who're allowed to put up flyers for local events & stores were taking their flyers off. also the cleaning staff are on strike for having to clean up all the ragers in the main lobby. fuuuuuuuck.

one day, he happens to find a bunch of copies of repair invoices and eviction notices in a desk drawer in the previous owner's office. "oh, this is gonna totally own my tenants and get those other ones to pay extra to party extra hard, which i also am right now", he says as he looks for any huge dollar amounts or notable people's names. fast forward to today and now he's haggled all the failed novelists and writers that got fired for plagiarism in the area to post biweekly 500 page articles about how the invoices and notices are inescapable bipartisan truth that the previous owners of the apartment complex are actually criminals for neglecting to repair toilets in a timely manner & kicking out a couple of the previous tenants for "being a disturbance to the peace". he also personally implies that one of the previous managers sleeps with kids because of a completely unrelated article he wrote 12 years ago about criminal justice reform.

meanwhile his ex-girlfriend still won't talk to him, several high-profile musicians and celebrities have left the building, no one wants to put their flyers and billboards anywhere near the building, & he owes $1B/year to mysterious rich people that are not above making indebtors disappear and can make it look like an accident if they could give a fuck.

oh also it now costs $11 to party the day of, $8 if you give them at least a day's notice

[sunnydaisy1]

Kayaking

DYLAN O’BRIEN X READER

A/N: wassup im backk! okay not really school is once again kicking my arse and im back to posting once every century *finger guns* but yeah I’m now obsessed with dylan obrien again and wrote this. - Also, sad note, my computer is not letting me update my masterlist so my Tom Holland x reader and this post won’t be on there but everything can still be accessed via my profile. Thankss :))

SUMMARY: You and dylan are camp counsellors and are leading a kayaking activity together (i suck at summaries)  

Maybe gets a lil spicy spicy hehe

You walk into the canteen, a bubbling group of 8 year old's behind you bouncing with adrenaline from just completing the trampolining activity. You walk them over to the tables laid out in a long row, ensuring every kid was seated before taking your own place. You chatted with a few of the campers as they patiently waited for lunch. Before long the canteen was becoming packed with campers and counsellors alike, and you turned when you heard a particularly rowdy group of kids enter, lead by none other than Dylan, a red bandana tied around his head and a wide grin plastered on his face. He immediately caught your eye and sauntered over to your table, followed by his kids as they merged with yours. Dylan plonked himself in the empty seat next to you since Alyssa had moved up to make room for him. You had whisper shouted at her not to but Dylan come over before she could move back. "Hellooo ladies." Dylan beamed at you, crossing his arms in front of him. You rolled your eyes but a small smile slipped onto your lips. "How was trampolining?" He asked the group of campers sitting near to him, catching you by surprise as he must have looked at what you had on your rota. "It was awesome!" Arthur responded, eagerly exclaiming from a few seats down. "Yeah Y/N showed us her backflip!" Kiera cheered from beside you, making Dylan raise his eyebrows in surprise at you. "Oh really?" His mouth twitched with a slight lopsided smirk. Last night, you, Dylan and some other counsellors had the night off and were allowed to hang out in the indoor sports area. You had ended up dragging Dylan over to the trampolines, wanting to bounce and do your very impressive forward rolls. Dylan had almost ended up pissing himself when he saw you roll haphazardly across the trampolines, hair becoming staticy. You had pouted and shoved him playfully, jokingly teasing that he couldnt do any better. Of course Dylan had then proceeded to back flip in front of you, making you feel overwhelmingly embarassed. He had laughed at your shocked face that quickly turned appalled when he asked if you wanted him to teach you how to do it. You had very reluctantly (okay so maybe not that reluctantly when dylan pulled your hand into his) agreed to let him teach you how to do it. He got a mat for going underneath you incase you fell and you were surprised with how careful he was being, Dylan normally being so utterly careless and clumsy. He had started with getting you to just bounce, laughing at your frustrated face. You soon progressed onto the actual flipping, starting off with Dylan holding your back and upper legs to help you master the movement before you managed to do it yourself. By the end of the evening you had mastered a pretty impressive backflip, feeling proud of yourself and way more confident in your new trampolining skills. Dylan of course had loved every second of it, playfully teasing and coaching you whilst maybe also enjoying having an excuse to touch you. You looked sheepishly to Dylan as Kiera continued to babble on about trampolining and he nudged your shoulder with his, "proud of you." You grinned but also felt your entire body heat up with the soft gaze of affection Dylan was looking at you with. You muttered a thanks, being interrupted by the shrill echoes of the lunchtime bell. Amy, the head counsellor, stepped to the front of the canteen as always, making sure everyone knew what was going on before she announced which table would get food first. Soon, it came to your table and you queued up behind the campers, waiting with Dylan at the back. Grabbing you both a tray you handed him his, to which he grinned and thanked you. You headed over to the hot food station, one of the workers serving you a sausage roll before you walked to the salad bar. You were scooping some sweetcorn onto your plate when you felt a hand on your lower back. You instantly jumped and turned to see Dylan smirking at you. "Piss of will you O'Brien you almost gave me a heart attack." He just grinned and popped one of the tomatoes from your plate in his mouth, chuckling as you thwacked him before he scooted off to your table. You sighed as you collected your plate and returned to your seat,  narrowing your eyes at Dylan as he watched you with a widespread grin. "You're such a pain Dyl." You stated, taking a bite of your sausage roll. "Thanks y/n, love you too." He responded, munching on his meal. Soon, lunch was over and you and Dylan had both sent off your campers to get changed into their wet gear, as you had a joint kayaking activity together this afternoon. You retied your laces before hopping back up, Dylan walking over to you after collecting the keys to the canoe shed. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, jangling the keys in his hand. You let out a huff of amusement, before you both walked down to the lake together. Dylan quickly unlocked the shed, walking inside the slightly damp and musky structure. He hauled out the large bags containing the life jackets while you untied the straps holding the kayaks together. Once you noticed Dylan slipping into the toilet at the back to change into his trunks, you scooted out the shed, wanting to find the red life jackets for your campers. Your fingers were fumbling with undoing the bag's ties and you had just managed to pull out the adult sized life jacket when Dylan sauntered out, grabbing the jacket from your hand and slipping it onto his body. "Hey!" You said, turning to see Dylan cheekily grinning at you, hands on his bright pink clad hips. Your eyes ran over his body, brow raising when you studied his choice of bold pink trunks. His honey eyes met yours as you looked up and you couldn't help a small smile peaking out your mouth at how adorably dorky he looked. "That's my life jacket." You stated, dropping the bag you had been holding. Dylan pretended to look around the red jacket he was wearing, "Can't see your name on it." He replied cheekily, slight dimples on his cheeks. You huffed and prodded him, "Come on Dyl, you know red is my favourite colour." Dylan just stuck his tongue out at you, "Tough luck y/n." You frowned and flipped him off, reluctantly putting on the unappealing blue life jacket, leaving it to hang open, similiarly like Dylan's. Soon, the campers all arrived down to the lake and you and Dylan had finished setting up the equipment, kayaks and paddles layed out neatly beside jackets. You had to do the mandatory safety talk, ensuring every kid knew what to do and Dylan was rather unhelpfully distracting you by running his fingers along the edge of your life jacket's back, you shoving him multiple times to get him to stop. He continued anyway, a smug smile plastered on his face when you shivered as his fingers 'accidentally' brushed under your counsellor polo top. When you eventually finished the safety talk, Dylan removed his hand from your back, clasping his hands together like he often did in counsellor mode. "Okay everybody, partner up and pop on a life jacket, I'm gonna show you how to adjust it so you're all ready to get out on the lake." You grab your water bottle while he waits for everybody to grab their jackets. You are just screwing the lid back on when you feel a tug, yanking you over to Dylan's front. You look up to see the kids giggling and Dylan wiggles his dark eyebrows at you before reaching down and zipping your life jacket up. "Everybody zip their partner's jacket up." You look to see all the surrounding kids echoe Dylan's movements, having fun helping their friends. "Okay next part, you're gonna need to give this strap here a nice tug." He places a hand on your side, pulling quickly at the strap, winking at you as the jacket becomes more secure. You feel your body heat up and try to ignore Dylan's nimble, slender fingers resting on your side. "Ready for the final bit everyone?" He asks the kids and they all nod enthusiastically. "Okay then, you're gonna give these shoulder straps the same tug you did for the other and then I need you to lift your bud's jacket up, making sure it's nice and tight." As Dylan says this, he pulls each of your shoulder straps tight, smirking as his fingertips brush along your collar. He then reaches underneath the jacket's shoulders and lifts upwards, beaming as your torso just gets tugged upwards. You feel your heart pounding as Dylan releases you, his smug face turning to help the younger kids. You cough lightly, trying to rid the fogginess in your brain before you go and help. Soon, the kids are all ready, paddles in hands and you have lifted yourself into your kayak, off the jetty so that you can help from the water. You swiftly maneouver yourself into postion, watching as Dylan checks the first kid's life jacket before lifting the kayak into the water easily. You can practically feel yourself gulp, watching his tan, lean arms bulge against the yellow polo shirt all counsellors had to wear. Your gaze flickers to the pink trunks, clad around his thighs and you sigh, not understanding how he can pull off such stupid coloured items. "You gonna help y/n or just stare?" Dylan asks you, watching as you stutter and quickly grab the kayak, steadying it so the child can get into it. An hour later, all kids were on the water, having mastered the basics you and Dylan had taught them and a fair few of them soaking wet from splashing or falling in during the races you had got them to do. "Alright campers," You yell, gaining their attention while you paddle to the middle of them, "We are gonna have one last competition. We're gonna raft all the kayaks together, Dylan's campers on one side, mine on the other." Suprisingly quickly, the campers rafted together, all holding onto each other's kayaks so that they didn't float off. You sandwiched yourself in the middle, watching amused as the teenage girls from Dylan's campers raced to sidle up next to his kayak, two of them smug as they reached the spots next to him. Katie and Laura grinned as Dylan grabbed onto their kayaks, their arms 'coincidentally' touching his as they held onto his kayak. It was common knowledge that Dylan was a popular counsellor amongst the older girls, often being subject to much of the gossip around camp and you could understand why. His chiselled face and body were unfairly god-like, his brown hair was soft and most often messy and those damn moles on his face often got compared as the luckiest things on earth. He also had an immensely lovely personality; he was hilarious, kind, caring and sensitive. To be honest, a large majority of camp you found yourself almost having to wipe drool away from your face after staring at him across the room for too long. You eventually tied all the kayaks together, creating a temporary raft that was secure enough for your planned competition. "Okay so here's what's gonna happen. You will see that you all have a number on the front of your kayak. If I call that number, you have to get out of your kayak, run across the raft and into the other person's seat." You were basically playing a more elaborate game of ladders. (A/N: I have no clue if ladders is a worldwide game or just here in the UK but if you don't know what it is just google it :) ) The kids all squealed enthusiastically and you were glad to see even the older ones who were usually more reluctant with activities were looking excited. "Okay we will have a few practise rounds so you get the hang of it. Ready? Okay.....Number 7!" You shouted and instantly, two small kids scrambled up from their kayaks, climbing across the raft before plonking themselves in the other's seat. "Woah, you guys were quick! Okay one more practise before we start counting points for teams." Soon, the competition was well underway and kids had been scrambling their way across, a few falling into the water. Then, when two of the campers were settling back into their kayaks, Ethan shouted out, "Y/N and Dylan should have a go!" At once, all the campers shrieked in agreement, making you look at Dylan. He shrugged, a smirk working its way onto his face. You grinned, "Okay but you'll have to hold onto each other reallyyy tight!" They didn't really considering a rope held you all together but it made it more exciting. "Right count us down then." Dylan said. "3,2,1 GO!" The campers all screamed and immediately, you hauled yourself up, clambering over to reach Dylan's kayak. You are almost at his, grinning with the knowledge you were gonna win as Dylan made the kayaks rock more, slowing him down. All of a sudden, you felt a hard push on your side and a second later you were surrounded by cold water. "DYLAN!" You screeched as you came to the surface of the lake, said man watching you with glee as you bobbed, clothes now soaking wet. He cheekily reaches out for you and you grip his hand, pretending to get ready to get out before giving his arm a hard tug, causing him to topple into the water. You laugh as he surfaces, treading water as he flicks his hair out his face like a wet dog. "I can't believe you fell for that!" You chuckled, grinning triumphantly at his now soaked state too before making eye contact with him. The pair of you instantly raced towards the kayaks again, you managing to scoot back on and into Dylan's seat before he reaches yours. "HA! MY TEAM WINS!" You shouted, beaming and high fiving some of the campers around you. "Yeah, yeah yeah." Dylan shakes his head defeatedly, a smile on his face anyway. Once the kayaks are unrafted, the campers make their way back to the jetty, Dylan getting out to help the kids. You steady the kayak as he reaches under the straps of the less strong kids, easily lifting them up and onto the wooden jetty. Once all the kids are safely out the water and kayaks laid out by the shed for the next group, you paddle and steer so you're beside the jetty. Placing your paddle on the side, you go to get out when you feel Dylan's warm arms wrap around your waist and lift you up, you barely having to push to get out the kayak. "Uh thanks..." You say, body tingling from the freckled man's touch. He just winks at you and lifts your kayak out the water, placing it next to the others. You dismiss the kids, all of them running off to the cabins to shower and change before the next activity. You walk into the canoe shed, placing the rope back where it came from, and tidying away a few bits before you too went off to change. You lean down to pick up a few plastic balls and place them on the side when a hand tugs your now open jacket, causing you to stumble into a hard chest. You look up to see Dylan smiling down at you, brown hair sticking up in all directions. Your hands are pressed against his chest, his own life jacket open as well. "Uh hi." You say, and Dylan brushes a strand of your hair out your face. "Hi." His eyes are looking right into yours and his hands are on your waist and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. "Wasn't very nice of you to pull me in like that was it y/n." He says softly, gaze darting down to your lips. "You pushed me in first!" You say, poking his chest and Dylan grins, his head tilting and a lopsided smirk gracing his mouth. "Guess so, I think I can make it up to you though." You frown in confusion but feel your stomach flip when Dylan leans forward, pressing a kiss to your mouth. Your eyes are shot wide open, watching as Dylan's own brown eyes open and look at you through dark lashes. Then, your hand tugs on the fabric of his shirt, causing his lips to press against yours again and you close your eyes, a hand running behind his neck to tug on the hairs at the base of his head. It escalates pretty quickly and you find yourself being lifted onto the side of the cabinet in the shed, Dylan pressed between your legs as his lips work against yours. Your hands push his polo up slightly, running along his abs and torso, admiring as his muscles contract at your touch. He runs his fingers softly up your side, his mouth caressing yours. "Once you guys have finished making out, the kids are meeting you in the hall." A loud voice echoes out and you both instantly break apart, flushing and extracting your hands from up each other's shirts. You see Amy walking out the shed, her red hair swooping as she shouts out a final, "Oh and please don't fuck in the shed!" You look up at Dylan who's expression mirrors the same as his mum finding a girl in his room and burst out laughing. Dylan's warm gaze flicks back to you and he grins lazily, lips puffy and swollen. His hands have fallen to your thighs and you giggle as he leans in again, going to kiss you but you place a hand on his chest, pushing him back softly and sliding off the cabinet. "Dyl come on we still need to get changed"  You slip your hand into his and tug him out the shed, much to his protests of 'y/n please, the kids can wait a bit longer' but you just roll your eyes and drag him to the counsellor cabins, the promise of a possible shared shower causing Dylan to walk a bit faster.

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Elija Mikaelsaon Dating a Black S/O Headcanons

Did anyone ask? No, did I deliver? Yes.

- Alright, so Elijah and the Mikaelson’s have been alive for a while. Never got a specific date, but we have vikings. And as Elijah has been alive for a minute, he’s had flings, situationships, lovers, and at some point out knight in shinning armor was probably a fuck boy… don’t @ me.

- What I’m trying to say is man probably did it all, Asian, Latinx, Caucasian and African American and maybe even African and Caribbean… Maybe even fucked around with his sexuality for a second because he got it like that and the writers were too pussy to put this shit on

- Tbh probably the originals tried all the genders and non-genders, change my mind. But elijah strikes me as a free for all who loves something refreshing that’ll take him out of Klaus’s bullshit for a minute

- But here’s were this shit gets spicey… Elijah… with a black s/o….. Just hear me out poc who been waiting for someone to give them good fucking food on poc x tvd/ the originals, I got y’all… unless college comes back.

- OK so, I feel like if you’re rocking with Elijah he’d dress you up and ice you out because he can. Nothing under $5,000 for his s/o… We talking furs, diamond, real leather, snake skin, hell even a whole ass snake if you wanna be on your Bruce Wayne shit一 better yet, your T’challa shit with a whole ass panther (black panther ain’t real soooo y’all can get a black puma and call that bitch a panther lmfaoooooo)

- He’s asking you to a dinner date and then you say you’re ready…. Wearing pretty little things…. Missguided… honey. (Nah ain’t shit wrong wit those brands, they be having bangers tbh and sales like a bitch) Let him upgrade youuuuuuu. You only wear Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Burberry, Balmain, etc. Try walking out there looking a damn mess and distasteful… just try it sis 

- Speaking of which… my mans got you with hair too! Fuck you mean ?1?! 

- He had a black s/o in the past, even though her hair had loose curls… we won’t discredit her. He has some knowledge on how curl hair works, and if he’s lacking, he as a whole library and might fuck around and ask Bonnie in exchange for some witchy ingrdients (im cdfuuuuuu)

- Name, braids, twists, locs, finger waves. Wanna shave bald??? He’s for it, let him get you his barber. Fuck it, he’ll get you Marcel’s barber. Lined up and all that shit, throw in a fade too

- And coming in for wash day, he’s sitting behind you days in advance helping you take down your hair after a month or two. Grey sweatpants, scissors in hand, spray bottle to the side with Netflix as background music…. Fuck with it. You’re all tired after doing like 8 and he tells you to take it easy, with vamp speed and the deterixty of those fingers…. *chefs kiss*

- He sets up a lil wash day station for you, or if he’s on the clock just books a whole salon for you alone already paid for. But if he’s doing the work, best believe he spent the coinssss COINS for the organic shampoo shit you have the refrigerator and the deep conditioner, AND THE FUCKING LEAVE IN. He’s keeping your shit moisturized in the winter. His big hands and gentle fingers helping detangle your hair, you in a fluffy robe, enjoying being loved on….

- Y’all didn't even get me started on him doing twists… or plaits, or the bantu knots, the concentration on his face

- IDK why I gotta say this… nails done too, he loves the feel of your nails gliding on his scalp and down on his back when he’s giving you those slow strokes. 

- This doesn’t have to do with anything, but the fact that the originals were set in New Orleans which is mostly BLACK BLACK BLACK BLAAACCCKKKKK and I saw like 3 black people in that bitch, ong….. Julie Pleck, you basic bitch

- Anyways, I feel like Elijah in a trench coat coming to pick you up from work would be such a vibe and a mood. Like, he knows when you get off and you might just take public transportation or something to have some sort of independence. But he shows up after work when you’re leaving with some friends from work…. Nigga shows up in a dark blue cadillac, trenchcoat with the collar up, leather gloves… and a fresh cut

- Who tf let him out the house??

- And ik you’re friends trifling too asking who is he, a damn fine tall glass of milké

- And he’s just leaning against the door waiting for you and once he sees you, he waits for you expectedly and kisses your forehead in greeting and gets the door for you

- Speaking of driving, Elijah be too damn serious, and that’s were you come in. 

- I need him and the Miakelson’s at a cookout doing line dancing, the electric slide, cupid shuffle (and give Rebekak some goddamn friends shit, she everyone stay chasing love and shit but have 0 friends and boundaries, they drag family though the mud) 

- Like I need him out his suit and in some dark jeans, a solid white v-neck, rolex on his wrist, and white air forces

- Sitting there, kinda out of place until he settles in. Like I deadass see him asking where the tables are at the cookout and like… you break it to him he’s gonna have to do the table legs for that shit

- And the plastic cutlery! LMFAOOOOO his soul is slightly quaking

- And its finna be a whole ass test when an uncle comes up and grabs him by the shoulder in a greeting and tries to fill in the seat for spades or even worse…. Dominoes…. That’s it. It’s over. Elijah been alive for too long and knows every play in the book and can bluff his ass off

- But if we talking dominoes… we gon have the boondocks animation version of a nigga moments cuz y’all fights will be started, money will be lost…. To Elijah. In the end he gives it back bc he’s a good sport and bc humiliation is a greater victory 

- Lmfaoooo and the quiet drive back, you’re exhausted but the music station is playing throwbacks and Usher’s climax comes on and bitch… the high notes, the lamp posts that give you both a glimpse of each other’s side profiles. And for once Elijah is relaxed and coming down from his amusement. No one is trying to kill him or his siblings, and good food albeit greasy in his stomach.

- Dare he say he felt human for a moment

- You staring out the window and softly singing along enjoying what the day was, Elijah loving the ambiance created. Mmmmmm such a mood

- THAT BEING SAID imagine you and Elijah on a long drive and “I Mean It” by G- Eazy comes on and you start singing along bc data is expensive over long ass drives and being stuck in traffic. And Elijah is giving you a bemused look, you in all your glorious wonder and you just make the lyrics more dramatic ashit trying to be a heartbreaker and all that. But, the true heart breaker is Elijah

- He comes in on the verse and gives you all eye contact, lips completely sync but your can kinda hear his voice keep the tempo…. Bitch this makes me feel some type of way… and as he’s going on he grabs your face and tilts your chin up OOOOUUUU gets up all close and personal and finishes the lyrics which is perfectly timed with when the light turns green and turns back like nothing just happened. There yo are aping like a fish bc tbh if anyone could rap it’d probably be Kol, he’s like the emnemin mixed with busta rhymes type, but tone it down….

- Bitch imma go fantasize rapping Elijah, y’all been slept

- And for those asking yes, I do write for black readers, mor specifically female but I can try male

[azaraspirit]

Transfusion-Chapter one

OKAY im too excited to wait till wednesday to post this. my good friend @hoforhaz proof read it for me and said it was awesome so i thought why not? also, this moodboard is made by the amazing @hazshauntedbelle! thanks again jo!

summary: you’re the daughter of bruce banner and natasha romanoff. what happens when tony recruits a new avenger named Peter Parker?

warnings: mild language

word count: 2389

tagging some friends: @peppermintpete @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @starksparker @thollandthot @blissfulparker @angelic-holland​ @angelhaz11​ @osterfield-holland-andcompany​ @heyhihellowhatsup0​

Being the daughter of Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff wasn’t easy. You felt overwhelmed at times, having high expectations from everyone. Both your parents being an avenger meant that maybe you would be one too. But you were only a teenager with the IQ of 164 and could break a guy’s neck half your size. You once solved a Rubik's cube with a blind fold in under a minute. You were a black belt by age nine and were home schooled at the avengers tower where you lived since you were a kid. 

You were by far the youngest one living in the tower which you enjoyed. You would be lying to yourself if admitted that you liked the attention. Everyone being impressed with your skills at your age. How great your parents were doing for raising you. Getting to stay up for hours working in the lab with your father.

That was by far your favorite thing to do. You had a special bond with your dad that you couldn’t explain. Yeah he was the Hulk which was cool and all but the part you liked about him was Bruce. The genius with the PHD’s. It was like you two had your own nerd language no one else understood. Not even your mother or even Tony Stark could decipher it. You practiced morse code, sharing inside jokes. 

And your mom. She was like your best friend. Mostly because you didn’t have any your age in the tower to hang out with and you didn’t go out much. You could tell her anything, even trying to explain your secret language with your dad but she quickly gave up trying to understand it. With her, she was the best mom a mom could be. You trusted her with your life. She taught you everything you knew about self defense. Your mother was a badass and you hoped to only be half as good as her. When you weren’t in the labs with your father or Mr. Stark, you with you mom and Wanda. Being the only ladies in the tower, you three became quite the trio. 

You have sleepovers at least once a week. Wanda was like an aunt to you. She showed off her powers and you were in complete awe, trying to wrap your head around it but you couldn’t. Something you did keep to yourself was the jealousy. You didn’t have powers. But you wish you did. Having a high IQ and knowing how to fight weren’t exactly super powers. 

“That is so cool.” you breathed in aw during a sleepover. Wanda’s red energy glowed around her hand, her eyes a shade of ruby red. “I still can’t understand it.” you chuckled.

“Me neither.” Wanda admitted.

Nat just smiled as she was braiding your hair in a French braid. “So,” she quipped, wanting to change the subject. “I hear we might be getting a new team mate here soon.

Your eyes perked up, moving your head. Nat scolded with her narrowed eyes since she was still braiding. “Really? Oh sorry.” You turned back so she could finish.

“Yeah. Tony told me. Sounds about your age, a boy.”

Wanda cooed and you rolled your eyes. “Oh hush. So what?”

“He could be your boyfriend!” Wanda said excitedly.

“Please, I’m too busy to be infatuated with a boy right now.” you said, waving off her comment.

“Okay. maybe not a boyfriend but you could use a friend your age to hang out with.” your mother pointed out.

“I’m too mature for kids my age.” you bragged.

“Good god you sound like your father.” your mother groaned making you and Wanda laugh.

“Anyways he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“When?” you asked.

“Why does it matter? You’re too mature for them remember?” Wanda teased with a giggle.

You gave her a dull look. “I want to make sure I won’t be busy when he’s here, that’s why.”

“Suuure.” she sang.

You sighed. “This is already annoying.”

“We’re just teasing.” your mother said, patting your shoulder to let you know your braid was finished. You picked up the mirror to admire her work, smiling. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Welcome, baby.” She kissed your cheek, making you giggle.

***

The sleepover ended and you found yourself tossing and turning, wondering about this possible new avenger recruiter. Was he a boy like your mother said? Was he cute? You had no idea and it was driving you crazy. You couldn’t sleep.

You realized sleep wasn’t happening. It was well after midnight. Normally you would be in the lab right now working on a formula or something. You sighed and slipped on your robes and slippers, tying it around your waist. You went to the kitchen to get yourself a hot cup of tea then made your way to the labs. It was normal for you to be around this around so you wouldn’t startle anyone.

You paused when you saw the light underneath the door to the labs. Who else would be there this late? You quietly opened the door to see Tony. Figures.

“Might as well come in.” Tony said, startling you. 

“Sorry.” you said, closing the door behind you.

He looked over at you from his hologram, floating in front of him. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

“No.” you said before taking a sip of tea. “Would have made you some if I knew you were down here.” you shrugged.

“It’s okay, I’m not offended.” He went back to the hologram, clicking on a push pin repeatedly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you looking at, Mr. Stark?”

“A profile.” he said.

You stepped closer, getting a better look.

“Of who?”

“A possible recruit. Surely your mother told you by now.”

“Yeah she did.” you said with an airy chuckle. “Not much though.”

“His name is Peter. Peter Parker.” Tony said. He touched the hologram, revealing a photo. 

“Why him?” you asked, rather curious to know the answer.

“He has powers I haven’t seen before. Calls himself Spider-Man. He’s on youtube.” Tony played with the hologram to pull up the video. He pressed play and you watched in aw.

“Whoa.” you said, impressed. “How old is he?”

“Your age.” Tony replied. “Fifteen.”

“A fifteen year old did that?” you asked, referring to him lifting up a two ton truck.

“Yup. From what I understand, he has spider-like powers. He has super strength, travel with this web like stuff and wears a onesie.”

“A onesie?” You looked more closely, paying more attention to the suit he was wearing in the video. Blue sweats, red hoes and a matching jacket and a red mask goggles.

“Obviously he doesn’t want his identity to be found out.” you observed.

Tony nodded. “I started a prototype suit for him. No avenger is gonna get caught in that onesie.”

“A prototype? You mean like a suit?” A touch of jealousy ignited in you. All these years, Tony never brought up the idea to make you a suit but he makes one for this new kid who hasn’t even been in the tower yet? You already began to resent Peter Parker.

 Sleep evaded you that night. You decided fuck it, and not worry too much about Peter. You might have been more of a friendly mood if you slept more than a couple hours the night before but alas, a false smile will have to do. You took a shower and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

“There she is,” your mother greeted. 

You gave her a lazy wave of your hand. 

“Rough night?” she smirked into her cup.

“You can say that.” You yawned as you poured your mug of coffee. You rubbed your eyes, not bothering to put any makeup on earlier that morning. 

“You know Peter is coming over today.” she said.

“I know.” You went to make your breakfast, putting a bagel in the toaster and getting some eggs.

“So you’re just...not gonna dress up at all?” she asked.

“No,” you spoke, your back to her as you stood at the stove.

Nat chuckled. “I see what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.” “You’re saving yourself from future heartbreak.” your mother continued. “So you’re already building up a wall.”

“Mom,” you whined. “Please. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“Okay, I’m just saying. You could use a friend.”

“I don’t want any friends.” you lied.

“Oh, please.” 

“And this is the kitchen!” you heard Tony’s voice say from down the hall.

“Oh great.” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“It’s bigger than my apartment.” a new voice spoke who must have been Peter.

They came into view, Tony smiling. “Ah! And here are two teammates! Natasha Romanoff and her daughter, y/n.” 

“Whoa, you’re black widow.” Peter beamed at your mother. 

Your mother smiled, giving a small wave. “The one and only.”

Peter turned to you. “Nice to meet you, I’m Peter.” He offered his hand but you focused on your eggs that you were making.

“Uh, yeah.” you said. You could practically see your mother’s eye roll from the back of your head. “Nice to meet you.”

Peter awkwardly lowered his arm, glancing over at Tony who shrugged. 

“Want breakfast?” Tony asked.

“Ah thanks but I already ate.” Peter said.

“Surely a growing young man like you could use a snack.” your mother spoke up.

Peter chuckled. “Guess I can eat.”

You had to fight the groan that so badly wanted to escape your lips. “I’m gonna eat in my room. I have homework.” you lied. You hastily finished making your breakfast, taking it to your room.

“Hey, wait up!” 

This time you did groan, seeing Peter chase after you. “What?” you said annoyingly.

“Did I do something?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I kinda got the vibe that you didn’t like me back there.” Peter explained.

“And?”

Peter paused, looking back and forth. “And, I wanna know why?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now if you don’t mind, I wanna eat my food before it gets cold.”

You left Peter, stunned and confused. It felt good as you smirked yourself.

“What happened?” Nat asked as Peter returned to the kitchen. 

“Uh, I have no idea.” he admitted. “She doesn’t like me.”

Tony scoffed. “What? How could she not like you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “Boys are so dumb.” she murmured.

“I heard that.” Tony replied.

“You were supposed to.”

“You’re her mom, what did I do wrong?” Peter asked Nat.

She sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie. She’s just stubborn and not used to being with teenagers her age.

“Oh.” 

“Just give her time, she’ll warm up to you eventually.” 

You groaned to yourself, trying to eat your breakfast. That didn’t go like you wanted. You weren’t ready to meet him. By that you meant, you were hoping you’d never meet him. 

“Honey, it’s me. Mind letting me in?” your mother spoke.

“Fine. It’s open.”

Nat stepped in your room, closing the door behind you. She stood awkwardly in your room. “So, uh, that went well.” “Mom.” you whined again. “I had no idea I was gonna meet him then. I was caught off guard.”

“You still could have been nicer to him.”

“Mom, please. I don’t need to be friends with him.”

“Least be mutual, respectful. He asked me if he did something wrong when you left, which he didn’t. I can tell he’s a good kid and you know I have good instincts on reading people.”

“Yeah, I know. I just...I’m scared.” you admitted. Something you would only admit to your mother.

She joined you on your bed, resting a hand on your thigh. “I know honey but you can’t just ignore him. He might be a part of the team so you might as well be friends.”

You sighed. “I was kinda rude wasn’t I?”

“Yeah.” your mother said.

You scolded at her making her laugh. “I’ll apologize when I see him again, okay?”

She patted your leg. “That’s my girl.”

Nat left you be with your thoughts. You finished your breakfast and went back to the kitchen to wash out your dishes. Tony was there but no Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, where’s Peter?” you asked.

“Oh, he left.”

“What?”

“He said something about you not liking him not made him wanna join the team.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, I even tried to bribe with him a billion dollars but it wasn’t good enough. You might still be able to catch him.” He pointed at the glass that was the front of the building.

You rushed downstairs, almost tripping.

You saw Happy in the driverseat of a limo, about to pull off.

“No wait!” you shouted.

Happy looked over at you and stopped the vehicle. “Is Peter here?” you asked him.

“Yeah, in the back.”

You went over to the back of the limo, knocking. The window rolled down, revealing Peter. “Oh it’s you.” he said.

“Yeah. Uh why are you leaving?”

“Well I didn’t feel very welcomed. Didn’t see the point of staying if no one liked me.” he shrugged.

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch. But you shouldn’t leave.”

“You weren’t a bitch.” Peter said.

“I kinda was. And it wasn’t anything you did. I’m just not around people my age…” you shrugged.

Peter looked at you with soft brown eyes. He was like a puppy. “You said you had homework...but I never saw you at school before?”

“I’m homeschooled.” you explained. “See what I mean?”

Peter smiled just a bit. It was cute. “I also have a high IQ. Makes social interaction tricky sometimes.” you admitted.

“How high?” he asked.

“A hundred and sixty-four.” you said.

Peter stared at you. 

“So please...don’t leave just because I was rude. I can tell Mr. Stark likes you and that’s not an everyday thing.”

“You really think I should stay?”

You nodded. “I saw you on youtube. Thought you were pretty cool...Spider-Man.”

He chuckled and maybe blushed? “Uh thanks.”

“So...will you stay?” you asked, still unsure if you changed his mind or not.

“I will...on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“We become friends.” Peter grinned. 

You smiled, playfully rolling your eyes. “Okay fine. You drive a hard bargain, Peter Parker.”

[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through V

Chapter: 5/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Despite what John had suggested, Ringo didn't go back to The Helter Skelter the following week; he'd considered it when John sent him yet another late night text but ultimately decided it wasn't the best idea. Spike had been playing on his mind daily and Ringo wasn't sure he was prepared to face him again. Instead he focused on his drumming and searched for a few more students to teach, which were fairly easy to find. Usually Ringo enjoyed his time off, he understood he was lucky that he didn't have to work a 9-5 job just to get by, but recently he wanted his fill his time up as much as possible, to distract himself.

One of his new students seemed incredibly interested in him, they'd spent an hour just chatting in his living room before they'd even moved over to the drum kit. Ringo wasn't too fussed, he was getting paid by the hour so wasting time was beneficial to him but he didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression. He was a little bit older and attractive enough but Ringo simply wasn't interested.

"Why didn't you just go for it?" John had asked him when they next met up.

"I dunno..." Ringo mumbled, but a part of him knew very well.

He'd given the guy another lesson since then and it became clear that the guy's interest in him wasn't going away any time soon. Ringo felt bad about the whole thing, wasn't he just doing exactly what Spike was doing to him? He tried to act as professional as possible the second time around in attempt to get the guy to back off, considering he hadn't heard from him since he was hoping it had worked. What was wrong with him? Was he really going to make himself suffer like this all because of one guy? And not just any guy, a stripper who had shown absolutely no interest in him at all. It was ridiculous, he kept telling himself, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he had to get over Spike, he would still think about him every day without fail. Trying to distract himself with clients had been working somewhat, but it had been difficult, especially when his best friend was John Lennon.

       youre gonna love me

The text came through when Ringo was sat in a café getting some lunch. He'd finished with one of his younger students, a sweet girl who's parents had tried to convince her to try a more 'ladylike' instrument but she had promised only to give up the drums if she was awful; much to her delight, and Ringo's for being able to prove the stereotypical parents wrong, she was pretty good. Seeing her always put Ringo in a good mood, the parents mostly stayed away partly due to the noise but mostly due to disappointment, which meant they could joke around together. Ringo could tell she admired him and he welcomed it gladly, one of the best things about teaching was inspiring others, at least for him it was.

        do i not already?

        well yes         but youre gonna love me EVEN more

        what have you done

        well i happened to stop by the club last night

        oh god what did you do

        wow is that how little you trust me

        can you blame me

        suppose not         ANYWAY i got talking to paulie

        surprise surprise

        do you want the good news or not???

        fine fine sorry

        AS I WAS SAYING i was talking to paulie         and he told me that your special little someone has an onlyfans account

        first of all fuck you for calling him that         second of all wtf is onlyfans

        oh sorry i didnt realise you werent living in the 21st century

        ......         care to grace me with your knowledge?

        basically its a website where you can post exclusive stuff for ONLY FANS to see         its not a porn site or anything but its basically where people sell their nudes         MEANING spike has an account so you can totally see loads of raunchy filthy perverted pics of him

        but i have to pay?

        well weve all gotta make a living

        i can basically see him naked for free

        but this way you wont get all freaked out and embarrassed         well you will but nobody will know at least         so do you want the link or not???

Ringo paused for a few moments, he was gripping his phone tightly in both of his hands as he unblinkingly looked at John's words. If his mind was going to decide to make him suffer by enabling his intense interest in Spike, he may as well get something out of it.

        fine

        where are your manners richard??

        can i please have the link to the strippers nude photos please john please

        alright calm down         let me know if its worth while i might have a look

        idk if im even gonna look at it         paying for porn is a little dated

        treat yourself ringo         id offer to pay but im broke

        if youre broke why were you at the strip club last night?

        well SOMEONE had to go

        they really didnt

        im supporting my local economy

        i dont think thats how that works

        sure it is         anyway here you go

Ringo stared at the link for a while, his eyes even began to blur, he didn't want to risk opening it in public even though he knew there was little chance of anyone seeing. He finished his lunch in a hurry and headed home quickly, only when he was in the privacy of his bedroom did he dare open it. First he had to make an account, when he saw the screen loading up asking for an email address and password he just turned his screen off and put the phone down. This was far too much effort for something he shouldn't really have been doing in the first place. But it only took a few minutes for him to pick the phone back up and begin signing up, he used an old email as it felt less seedy that way and he didn't want to risk his name cropping up anywhere for Spike to see. Now he could load up the link properly and take a proper look at Spike's profile.

Just looking at the small profile picture was enough to startle Ringo a little, the dark eyes looking into the camera with that unreadable glimmer behind them. He was shirtless in the picture, Ringo wondered why that didn't catch his attention first, with the frame cutting off just before it showed anything too explicit. The header was a photo taken from the club, showing him in tight, leather pants and tassels on his nipples which matched the whip he held in his hand. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd spent so much time and effort trying not to think about this man, attempting to keep him out of his mind as much as possible. Ringo knew that if he went through with this all that progress would be lost, he'd be giving in to whatever strange obsession he'd developed for Spike, one that no doubt wasn't going to lead to anything good.

Ringo kept staring at the screen as though it was going to tell him what he should do. Spike's profile had no description, which wasn't very surprising, and it dashed any hope Ringo had of discovering something new about him. Right before he was about to put his phone down again, it vibrated.

        howd the wank go??

        john i dont care how long weve been friends asking how my wank was will always be weird

        youre right sorry         so how did it go???

        if you must know         i havent had a wank         i havent even paid for entry

        now whos the one being inappropriate??

        ha ha

        why havent you???

        feels weird

        oh i see         youll consume a bunch of unethical porn for free but god forbid you actually give sex workers any actual money

        you are the last person who can lecture me about unethical porn

        hey now watch yourself         ringo if you dont get a subscription I WILL

        go ahead

        and ill tell you every day what sexy sexy pictures hes posting         ill tell you EVERY SINGLE TIME i have a wank over them

        every time? i dont think youve got enough data for that

        im not joking

        neither am i         you wank A LOT

        ringooooo just buy it i swear to god         if its not worth it or you regret it or whatever ill give you the money back

        on top of the money you already owe me?

        have you always been such a capitalist

        youre not doing a very good job of convincing me

        fine         spikes cock         now are you convinced???

        maybe

        naked pictures of spike whenever and wherever you want them all for the low low price of 10 quid a month         convinced??

        fine fine         if itll shut you up

        im starting to think thats code for 'i really wanna do this but im too embarrassed to admit it'

        i hate you

        now that DEFINITELY code for 'john youre right'         anyway theres no time to be telling me how right i am all the time youve got dick pics to look at         even i wont stand in the way of a good wank         so dont bother replying to me until youve paid for that subscription young man

        im older than you

        DONT BOTHER REPLYING

Ringo let out a sigh and rested his head against the bedroom wall from where he was laying on the bed. He opened up the link again and his thumb hovered over the subscription button, why couldn't he just do it? The money wasn't an issue, it could've cost half as much or be double the price and he'd still be debating it all the same. Somehow it felt like an invasion of privacy, after all Spike hadn't told Ringo about it himself, but then again that didn't necessarily mean he didn't want Ringo to see it. After all it was like John said: everyone has to make a living somehow. Sometimes Ringo wished he could turn off that part of his brain that was so empathetic, so concerned about how everyone felt and what they were thinking. He knew that he wanted this, so why wasn't he allowing himself to have it? Ringo could see that he was being ridiculous, as he was with almost anything involving Spike, and after lying there for a while pondering and debating he decided to flip a coin. Heads would mean he got the subscription, tails that he didn't. He watched the coin spinning through the air after he flicked it upwards, then snatched it and slammed it down onto his forearm before slowly moving his hand away: it was tails. What a relief. Ringo chuckled to himself for being so foolish, settling down into his bed; it was still only around midday but he didn't have anywhere he needed to be.

So why didn't he feel relieved in the slightest?

This whole thing was getting tiring, the constant debate between what he believed he should do and what he wanted to do, and it seemed like it wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. Apparently he was in this for the long run, whatever that meant, but if he was going to turn down relatively attractive guys practically throwing themselves at him, he may as well go all the way. While he was putting in his credit card information, he stopped to think around three of four times, but once he'd finished and the images became accessible to him, his brain was barely able to conjure up a coherent sentence.

"Jesus..." Ringo breathed out as his eyes flicked across the plethora of pictures loading up on his screen.

There was a lot of them, and a lot of Spike was on display. Most of them were pictures taken at the club, either from a professional photographer in the audience or photos he'd taken himself in the mirrors backstage - Ringo could even see glimpses of Paul in the background of some of them. The ones that caught Ringo's eyes the most were those that seemed to be taken in his house, these also happened to be the ones in which Spike tended to be fully naked. It was very different experience to see him like this: a static image that he'd intentionally taken of himself and posted for so many people to see, an image that couldn't look back at Ringo and make him feel that strange mixture of excitement and shame. He began scrolling down the feed which only revealed more and more enticing photos. Ringo began to feel himself hardening, he suspected it had been happening for a while now but he'd been far too distracted to notice. He felt like a teenager discovering porn for the first time, it was difficult to remind himself that this wasn't anything new. Seeing Spike naked shouldn't have excited him so much, and yet it did.

One picture in particular drew Ringo's attention: Spike was stood in front of a bathroom mirror with a loose black tie lying against his bare chest, one hand was holding a phone and the other gripping his cock. He had dark eye make up on and his hair was messy. Ringo wasn't sure exactly what it was about this photo that was so enticing but he couldn't take his eyes off it. The prominence of his collarbones, the faint curls of his dark hair, how his slim fingers wrapped around himself. Slowly Ringo slid his own hand under the waistband of his boxers as he stared at the picture. At first he hesitated, his fingers stopped right above the base. It's not like this would've been the first time he'd touched himself while thinking about Spike, it would've been far from the last he imagined, but this was different. It was more concrete, more of an admission. Nothing felt quite as real when it's only being imagined, the haziness of lust fuzzing up the mind as it so often did, but now with a very real photo of Spike in front of him - which he'd paid to see - the feeling was far more tangible, far harder to ignore.

He'd come this far, he told himself as his hand sunk lower until his fingers were running along the length of his semi-hard cock, he may as well go all the way. To begin with Ringo stayed looking at this single picture as he slowly pumped himself, but as his lust began to grow he perused through more and more pictures: Spike kneeling naked in front of a mirror with a loose cigarette hanging from his lips, lying in the bath with bubbles only just about covering his nakedness, spread out on the bed with a gag in his mouth, handcuffs forcing his slim arms behind his back with his cock throbbing. None of this was anything Ringo hadn't seen before, like most people in this day and age he'd searched through the darker corners of the internet - sometimes willingly, sometimes John was to blame - but to see Spike in such a way was like an entirely new rush. Each picture drove Ringo further and further on, at times he almost dropped his phone with how sloppy his movements were becoming. Who took these photos? Ringo figured it was best not to think about it, the possibility that Spike had a boyfriend who took all these pictures of him would've been the quickest way to kill his erection.

Ringo began moaning and cursing wantonly as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, he had to stop flicking through the pictures because he could hardly concentrate on what his other hand was doing, so he settled on a final one to help him finish; it wasn't particularly strategic but he was definitely grateful that he selected the one that he did. In it Spike was looking directly into the camera, allowing Ringo to gaze longingly into the rich brown of his eyes and how his dark lashes curled beautifully around them. He was shirtless with nothing but a necklace on, the same necklace that Ringo had seen him wearing in the record store and Ringo couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction that he'd seen it with his own eyes, as though it meant something. Deep down he knew that it didn't but his inebriated mind was latching onto it. The nudity in the photo was hardly interesting Ringo by this point, although it would be wrong to say that he completely ignored the flatness of his stomach or the faint shadows of his ribs beneath his pale skin, it was the personal aspect which truly affected him.

This wasn't just lust. Lust Ringo could understand, he could compartmentalise it and give into it without much shame or a second thought. If this was just lust, he would've bought the subscription without a care and touched himself looking at the nakedness of Spike's body as though it meant nothing more than a way to get off. Yet here he was on the brink of orgasm looking into another man's eyes, eyes that felt like they were looking straight back at him as though they were sharing this moment together. It wasn't hard to imagine Spike's hand in place of his own, those deep eyes watching Ringo come undone piece by piece. Ringo's hip began to stutter, his leg twitching a little as he had to drop the phone down onto his lap as his head fell back against his pillow as his orgasm approached. It wasn't the image of Spike's naked body that filled Ringo's mind as he came, it wasn't his arse or his cock or even his chest, it was his face, his voice, it was him.

Ringo lay breathless on his bed for a while, the clarity that arrived as his orgasm subsided wasn't welcome in the slightest and he was reluctant to pick his phone back up to see Spike's eyes looking at him once again. There was no use in feeling ashamed about it, no point in trying to deny it any longer: his feelings for Spike were more than a mere passing fancy, that was clear. Exactly what he was meant to do about these feelings was far from clear but that wasn't something Ringo could figure out right now with cum on his stomach and the daylight seeping through his bedroom curtains.

When he'd picked up his phone he'd closed all the apps immediately, doing his best not to catch a glimpse of what he'd been so eagerly looking at before. Just as he was about to step into the shower to clean himself off, his phone buzzed; he almost couldn't hear it over the music he was blasting out. It alerted him for a moment as though it was going to be a message from Spike stating he knew exactly what Ringo had just done - it wouldn't have really surprised him had that been the case, Spike's face almost always looked like he knew something that nobody else did - but fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it was John.

        sooo how did the wank go

         who knows          but on a totally unrelated note im about to get into the shower

         well before you do that i have even more good news 

         can it not wait?

         NO because you might cum just at the thought of it and then youd be wasting a good shower

         well arent you considerate          and unnecessarily graphic

         thats me          anyway im taking you to the club next tuesday whether you like it or not

         im still waiting for the good news

         well if youd let me FINISH          next week theyre doing a special event and we just have to go          youll never guess what it is

         what is it?

         guess

         you just said ill never guess

         youre no fun

         WHAT IS IT

         alright alright keep your hair on          its a crossdressing event          high heels make up probably a few wigs all that good stuff

         im still waiting for the good news

         OH COME ON youre telling me you dont want to see spike in heels and fishnets with some lovely lipstick on

Ringo gulped. It wasn't a difficult image to conjure up his mind, considering he'd been staring at photos of Spike for the past twenty minutes and it excited him to say the least. He did want to see that, very much indeed.

[awoken-artist]

*sigh* DA Eclipse

since DA eclipse decided to launch and...its still bad they just had to give us a unfinished website layout and - hopefully they’ll listen that it was a mistake and such because...its a mess. i have to do a new commission journal or re-do my commission journal because of it. Im already setting up a commission info post on my toyhouse and such..and gonna try get my website finished too. 

i want to give eclipse a chance but its a mess.... they haven’t been taking peoples opinions and such or at least hear about everyones opinions on eclipse to see if we want this or not. which should of been very important to note of “hey were thinking of doing eclipse what do you guys think should we do this or not?”

im worried about eclipse because knowing many would drop and leave. DA is the ONLY PLACE i feel not invisible when posting my works. places like here and twitter and instagram is beyond difficult especially youtube when trying to get my works out. its ridiculous and saddening. im trying my best to post my works but the algorithms are insane and makes it so much harder for everyone to post their works because theres a percent chance your post wont be notice what so ever only by a small handful.....

im still going to post my artworks, update you guys on whatever is going on, post whenever i have a new youtube video up and such. I want to interact with my fellow followers and friends by doing polls and let you guys ask me questions you guys want to ask me. 

I have organized my tags to specific fandoms and such, and one big tag for where anything that ive done art related would be located in on my tumblr profile. plus a tag where peeps who drew gift arts, done art trades with me, even commissions i ordered will be in there. even requests too. 

I also will be letting you guys know about any Ask accounts i have up and such running. I know i have my ask ruby blog and i apologize that those who asked her questions even on DA havent gotten a response, it may be due to so many things going on i simply forgot to respond and also a mix of not happy how my art looked very much. i kept the questions though so i can answer them when i could. im currently actually working on rubys profile on her toyhouse to get things down. which i need to for all my characters. 

do keep a look out for my posts on anything like art and updates and much more. im working on comic projects so keep an ear out about it cause i plan to post it on tapas even webtoons. hopefully the comics go well. im gonna be posting art here more so yay for that. 

i’ll also be posting my comics here possibly, so thats a big maybe. this also includes any literature works of mine. i’ll be making a post i’ll probably be constantly editing by adding links and such to it. its a big maybe but i’ll update you guys on any literature works ive uploaded as well. stay tuned for it! 

[noblasse]

This is a little rewrite of this post here.

I had more I wanted to add, and I wanted to try and change it up just a smidge.

Regis x Ik-Han with barely there Shinwoo X Seira. Set after Rai and Raskreia’s date. Also, is the PC place a cafe? Because I can’t remember,but it’s late and I don’t wanna go digging through the book to find out lol

@foggymagic

~

Regis waited outside the school. The others were finishing up some things inside, but after five -ten -twenty minutes, Redis was about fed up.

“What on earth is taking them so long?” He turned to head back into the school, but stopped short when he saw Ik-han walking out of the front doors.

“Where’s everyone else?” He asked as the other approached.

“They aren’t walking with us today.”

Well, that was news to Regis.

“Why not?” 

They were with the Noblesse, so he wasn’t too concerned- however it was still their job to protect the children- and even the Noblesse if he was being honest with himself.

“Yuna went with Suyi to a last minute modeling gig.” He was doing something on his phone, not actually looking at Regis.

“Rai was called by the Chairman-”

“And Seira?”

He didn’t miss the smirk the other gave.

“She’s on a date with Shinwoo.”

There was a very long pause, and Ik-han looked up after a few seconds too long.

“It’s the fifteenth?”

There was another lengthy pause, before Ik-han broke it.

“Huh?”

“Today is the fifteenth. That is the date.”

“No, no- like a date. Like, they went out together alone- You do know what a date is, right?”Ik-han could not believe- no, no wait, he actually could.

“You Nobles are so sheltered. You’ve never been on a date before?”

“Considering I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about? No, I’d say not.”

Regis watched as the other seemed to think about something, his hands raising to his chin as he narrowed his eyes in thought.

“Alright then, let’s go on a date!” The other smiled broadly, as though Regis was supposed to understand. “Then, you can even brag to aaaall of your Noble friends that you’ve officially been on a date!”

Regis was above bragging (kinda) as it was undignified to do so, but he was curious as to what a date was.

He nodded.

“Great!” Ik-han stuffed his phone into his bag. “Why don’t we head to the park then! Since this is your first date, will make it a classic.”

“I shall follow your lead.”

The smile Regis was given made him look away.

As they walked towards the park, Ik-Han did most of the talking while Regis listened, acknowledging where necessary. Ik-Han was used to the silence though- it was just how the other was.

“Oh, ice cream!”

Regis was pulled out of the steady lull of conversation by the sudden exclamation.

“Ah-”

What the devil was-?

Ik-Han seemed to recognize his confusion.

“Have you never had ice cream before?” He asked, his expression scandalized.

“I have not.”

“Wow. You Nobles are so deprived.”

Ik-Han grabbed the others hand, and Regis nearly pulled back before relaxing and letting the other pull him toward the large red and green umbrella at the end of the park. A man was standing beneath at a food stand.

“Two vanilla waffle cones please.” Ik-han said as they approached the man.

Ik-han was bouncing on his heels, glancing over at Regis and grinning widely.

“I'm excited to see you try ice cream for the first time. There’s no doubt you’re gonna like it.”

The man turned back to them, and Regis took the food before holding out a cone to Regis, who simply stared at it.

“Just take it,” Ik-Han rolled his eyes.

Regis took it, jolting once again as his hand met the others very briefly.

"Come on! Quickly before they melt,” He grabbed Regis’ hand again, who was strangely beginning to get used to it, and pulled him over under a tree and into the shade.

“That is way better,” He sighed, leaning back on his free hand.

Regis hesitated, before finally taking a seat beside him.

Copying his friend, Regis licked the top of the cone, eyes widening in surprise.

It was sweet.

“It’s good isn’t it?” Ik-han asked.

“It is,” Regis seceded, “though hardly a dignified treat,” he remarked as a bit dripped onto his fingers, making them sticky.

“That’s why you hafta eat it fast, ” Ik-han nodded sagely.

“Well, not too fast or-”

Regis jolted and set a hand to his mouth, eyes narrowed.

“...You bit it didn’t you?”

He nodded, and Ik-Han couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, I should have warned you. Most people’s teeth are too sensitive for that. Also, if you eat it too fast you might get a brain freeze. But, if that happens you juss ha’ta do dis!” He said, shoving his thumb in his mouth.

“If you press your thumb to the roof of your mouth it gets rid of the brain freeze!”

“Really?” Regis asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, but if you never have to try it out you’ll be lucky.”

Regis nodded, and went back to eating his ice cream, Ik-Han copying him and doing the same.

After a little while of silence, Ik-Han looked over at his friend. He took in his profile. He still very much had a regal air about him, but sitting in a park like this, eating ice cream and looking up at the trees, there was a serene feeling that came from the sight, and Ik-Han’s smile softened as he watched the other.

He wished he saw this side of him a little more often.

His free hand snaked to his pocket for his phone, but the movement didn’t go unnoticed by the other, who turned his gaze on Ik-Han.

Ik-Han held his breath for a beat.

Obviously, Regis was handsome. He, Seira, Rai, and Raskeria were all beautiful. But suddenly, Ik-Han became acutely aware of just how handsome the white haired boy sitting next to him was. Especially with his eyes trained on his own.

“What are you doing?” Regis asked.

“Uh, here,” Ik-Han pulled out his phone, and hid his face behind it, “Act candid while eating your ice cream.”

“Why?” The Nobel asked,even as he returned to his former position.

“So, I can get a picture to look back on. So, you can remember your first date!”

“Oh, alright.”

He licked his ice cream, looking through the sun lit trees, ignoring the phone a few inches from his face.

“There,” Ik-Han fiddled with the phone, “Damn, you don’t have a bad angle do you?”

Regis looked at him, head tilted slightly to the left as he licked his ice cream again.

Ik-han, blushed.

“N-nevermind.”He sat back down, and then leaned against the other, “Let’s get one together now!”

Ik-Han held up the phone, angled down at them and smiled, while Regis simply tilted his head to see the picture better and continued eating his ice cream.

“Perfect! I’ll send you the pictures!”

The two sat in silence, leaning back in the grass as they ate their ice cream, when Regis broke the silence.

“So this is what a date is?”

“Well, kind of, yeah. I guess it depends on the people involved. Sometimes people go shopping, sometimes they have dinner. You can go to the movies, an amusement park- you can do just about anything really. The point of the date is to have a good time.”

“So, it’s like when everyone goes to the PC Cafe?”

“Well, not exactly...” Ik-Han rubbed the back of his head nervously. “It’s usually between two people who like each other.”

“I see...”

“So, are you? Having a good time?” Ik-Han asked, looking at his almost-gone ice cream, and definitely not avoiding the others stare.

“...Yes,” His eyes snapped to the other, “Though it is rather undignified for me to eat such a thing, I am enjoying this ice cream. And this park is well-maintained and nice. And I am enjoying my company. So, I would say I am having a good time on this date.”

He turned to the other, and a small smile crossed his lips.

Ik-Han, looked down and tucked his head down into his arms.

“‘m glad,” He said into his arm.

“Ik-han are you-”

“Ahhh, brain freeze!” Ik-Han sat bolt upright, his hand holding his head.

Regis jumped before registering the others words.

“Oh, quick! Put your thumb in your mouth! If your brain freezes you could die, you have to use your thumb!”

Regis did as told, not because of his non-existant brain freeze, but one- to distract the other from his blush, and two- to stop himself from laughing at the others serious expression.

After a few moments, he pulled his hand away and smiled sheepishly at the other.

“Im, uh, all right now. Nothing to worry about.”

Regis nodded and sat back, suddenly aware of how close he was in the others personal space.

“It’s a good thing you taught me that trick, or I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what to do.”

Regis bit the last of his cone, and Ik-Han once again had to stop himself from laughing.

“You’re right.”

Regis phone (something Frankenstein had insisted on him and Seira having) went off then, and he checked it to see a message from Frankenstein. No, scratch that, it was signed his grandfather.

‘Regis. I have been informed that you and Seira have not arrived at the Noblesse’s home for the evening. I have already been informed of Seira’s whereabouts, so if you could contact me with yours that would be well.’

“Who is that- Ooooh, is it your grandfather! What’s he saying?”

“He wants to know my whereabouts.” Regis said as he stared at the phone. His hands were still sticky, and were already going to leave small amounts of residue on the phone.

“Here, that’s the headmaster’s number right? I’ll just text them from my phone.”

Regis nodded and leaned over the others shoulder to see what he was typing.

It was the picture of the two of them from earlier, and a small block of text.

“We’re on a date!”

Regis could swear only a few moments later he felt a large familiar power surge coming from the direction of the school.

[xavierplym]

Babysitting Duties.

Chapter two, part two.

wc; 3.7k

Time to get lit.

“You did what?!” Olive pulls her phone away from her ear as Mel basically screams down the phone. “Olive, wait. Wait, wait, wait.” She rolls her eye as she holds her phone between her shoulder and ear to light a cigarette. “What was I supposed to do?!” The tall girl say abruptly, cigarette hanging between her lips. She continues to listen to her friend ramble on, if she rolled her eyes any more, they’ll do a 360. “Mel, honey. You’re making it out like it’s a bad thing,” she laughs to her friend, walking down the street minutes to their flat. “No, no. It’s not that, it’s just…” her sentence drifts as if she was still thinking, another eye roll from Olive as she takes a drag, she waits for her friend’s response. “The girls are gonna freak. I’m already freaking!” the friend on the other end of the phone groans dramatically and then laughs at herself. Olive cant help but chew the inside of her cheek, “Yeah, that’s true. But it’s not like I’m not going to warn them though!” “To be honest, there’s only one person I’m mainly worried about.” Mel mumbles and chokes back a laugh, Olive only sighs, breathing out the smoke. “Hope.” The friends say in unision.

Not that there was any problem with Hope, Hope was great. But the worry the two friends share is the fact she’s probably going to pass out when Noah walks through the door. You can say she’s a fan.

The two friends laugh over the phone as Olive keeps walking and turns a corner to the street she lives on, getting closer to her flat building, she sees a familiar figure exit a convenient store in the distance past her building. Olive loudly laughs and throws her cigarette, hanging up the phone. Shrugging as she walks closer to the figure, to get a laugh in response. The two friends stop infront of each other in front of their building still laughing. “How the fuck you gonna tell them?” Olive smirks to her friend and raises a brow, “Maybe I won’t?” She then turns to head to the door. “Oh Lord, that’s not a safe idea.” Mel laughs out following her evil thinking friend.

-

The two friends are dancing round their living room, hair wrapped in towels, wine glasses in hand and bodies covered in matching onesies they both bought as a half joke and now always wear whenever they pamper together. Olive moves to the kitchen to top off her glass and check her battery percentage, thinking intensely she looks to her friend who was checking her own phone. “Do I message him?” She says bluntly and causes her friend’s eyes to snap up at her, gulping down her wine. Her friend then smirks and brings her glass to her lips, “I would.”

Olive looks back to her phone, opening Instagram. She accepted Noah’s follow request when she was on the tube and left it at that, not checking her phone since. Once opening Instagram, she checks her notifications and is surprised to see Noah has liked her recent post. Not surprised because it was a cute message for her friend, Molly, wishing her a happy 21st birthday. It was more the fact they were all pretty embarrassing photos of not only Molly, but herself too. The first photo saying enough. A great memory they shared together and was captured at the most perfect time. It was only a couple of months back to Olive’s 21st birthday, everyone dressed in 70s wear and it was them two on the floor, Molly ontop of Olive, faces of shock and laughter, Olive holding her cup in the air and her drink splashing in the air. A bit of a messy photo, but a photo she cherishes the most with that one friend. Smiling to herself, shaking her head to the fact Noah has now seem such states. She heads to his profile and heads to send him a message.

She stares at the blank message box, not knowing what to say. She pulls a face, annoyed her brain is refusing to work. Sighing, she grabs her glass and takes a large gulp of her wine.

Olive (5:36pm): If you’re still down for tonight, meet us at 8 at Vodka Revolutions yasss

She presses send quickly before she backs out and locks her phone straight away, turning back and downing the rest of her wine, hoping that’d stop her nerves getting in the way for no reason. Her eyes shift back to her phone as her screen lights up, “what the fuck,” Mel’s lips go to a small oh shape, in slight shock also. “nahhh, already?” Olive slowly nods and then giggle at their reactions. She lift her phone and reads the message from her lock screen. “Sounds good, girl,” Her eyes shift from her screen to her friend who was watching her without blinking, Olive breathes out a laugh and carries on. “I’ll make sure I’m there 10 minutes early so I can get the first round for you girls,” Olive laughs and shakes her head, “Wink emoji, beer clinking emoji, kiss- fuck!” The two girls laugh and curse out of disbelief. “Reply! Replyyy!” Olive scoffs at her friend and unlocks her phone,

Noah (5:38pm): sounds good girl ill make sure im there 10 minutes early so I get the first round for you girls x

Olive (5:41pm): ooh, what a gentleman Rum and cokes all round x

Noah (5:46pm): my kind of ladies see you honeys later x

She pushes her tongue against her cheek and tosses her phone onto the couch, heading to prepare herself for the antics that will be tonight.

-

Olive hops off the tube, spinning on the platform loudly singing the lyrics to Mr. Brightside. She’s feeling free and comfortable, with her black wash mom jeans and light Hawaiian shirt tied to compliment her waist, rocking with her well-worn converse. Mel shortly gets off after her, following her friend with her flash on her phone filming an obvious snapchat video. Laughing loudly, Mel captures Olive spinning again and slightly tripping over her own foot, causing her to stumble. Olive lets out a loud awkward laugh and moves closer to Mel, pushing up her roundish glasses up her nose, slightly embarrassed. Also, not enjoying the fact she’s needing specs tonight after running out of contacts. You can say the wine has gotten to their heads already.

Running up the stairs on to a busy street of London, they see the location they need to be at to meet the rest of the group they’re with tonight. Entering the bar with ease, they try their hardest to keep straight faces so the bouncers don’t think they’re a pair of lightweights. Olive’s shoulders lightly shake as she quietly laughs and pulls out her phone, checking the time. “ “Okay.” She turns to her friend, who smiles widely when they make eye contact, earning a stifle chuckle from Olive. “It’s seven forty-ish. We’ve literally only have ten minutes to find them and tell them Noah is gonna join u-“ Olive is cut off by the sudden outburst of squeals and laughter. “Yas!” The group of friends speed walk over to each other and happily embrace in a group hug. Olive frees herself to know grab Molly by the shoulders and pulls her into her chest, “Happy birthday, my angel!” Molly laughs, ecstatic. Wrapping her arms tightly around Olive’s waist and sway side to side. “This is crazy! It’s been so long!” Molly pulls away and cups Olive’s face, squeezing her cheeks making the tall girl laugh. “We’re no longer allowed to stay this far apart for this long, all of us!”

The group laugh together and find a booth to settle at, before Olive got distracted by conversation, Mel lightly elbows her side and gives her a look. “Oh yeah,” She mutters to her friend beside her. “How did today go, Olive, man?” Hope quickly adds in, looking eager, causing the tall blonde to laugh. “Yeah about that guys,” The three girls faces drop. “Oh no! it went great! It was amazing, he was great…” “Knew it” Hope’s eyes pretty much go into heart shapes at the thought. “Hmm, yeah he was fab. He asked me after what was fun to do around here, as yknow” Shrugging to Mel, her and Olive nod to one another. “yeah, he’s on his own for a while before he has friend to visit.” Olive grips tighter to the Despirado bottle she bought just before sitting down. Her friends look at her intensely. “Well, yknow I felt bad and didn’t want him to not do anything tonight. So, I uh – haha.” She struggles to get her words out, looking at her friend’s faces. Mollys brows furrow in worry. Beth remains blank where Hope’s expression is just shock. “Yeah, he’s gonna meet us in like,” She pulls her phone out of her bag to see a notification. “Haha, well he’s probably gonna meet us in about 30 seconds as he’s now here apparently.” Hope pretty much chokes on her drink, covering her mouth with her hand where as the other two laugh. “Oh shit, mate!” Beth loudly expresses her words and hits Hope across the arm as she still struggles to catch her breath. Mel puts her head in her hands, not being able to cope with her friends reactions and chuckles, noticing faces turning to the loud girls. Olive can only chug pretty much most of her tequila beer and sighing in amusement. “Honestly guys, act cool for fuck sake. After getting over the fact he’s an actor, you’ll realise he is just someone the same age as us” She chuckles out to her friends who are in other conversations on how to cope. Olive stands up from her chair to head to the bar, in hope to meet Noah before the rest do. To pre warn, of course. As she heads over she turns back to look at her friends and she lowers her hand to silently tell them to chill and they only giggle to themselves and carry on with their conversations. She continues to head to the bar and chugs down the rest of her beer to settle her nerves. Mid-chug, she noticed the tall, messy haired man walk in. Hand running through his hair, looking around looking for a particular person. Not even finishing her drink, she raises her hand to get his attention, locking eyes his smile turns bright with amusement as he’s already seeing her chug down a beer. With the same hand, Olive points over to the bar for him to meet her there. Nodding his head at her with agreement, he makes his way through the growing crowed. Olive sets down her empty bottle on the bar counter and looks in both directions to see where a free bartender would be. A tall figure stands close to Olive, due to the crowd. She adjusts her specs and looks up brightly smiling knowing already who it is. As a bright smile is returned, a hand is placed on her lower back. “I can’t believe you’re chugging beer already, and without me!” He chuckles out his words, loud enough to be heard over the music. The speccy girl rolls her eyes and mockingly laughs, “Believe me, you’re going to want to soon.” He cocks his head and gives her a look in confusion, pushing her to keep talking. She gives an awkwardly funny side smile to him, “My friends are more than excited to meet you, as yknow,” His face goes slightly smug and she presses her lips together, not amused as he doesn’t get what she’s talking about. “I’m just saying!” smacking his shoulder lightly to then have a bartender take your attention away to get your order. As you were about to request, Noah buts in. “Six Rum and cokes, please, buddy!” His voice is raised slightly for the bartender to hear and he gives Noah a nod. Olive turns her head to look at him, brows furrowed with a false shocked expression, he mocks her look but not being able to stop his smile getting wider. “A man who keeps to his word. Such a daydream, you are.” Her voice slightly filled with sarcasm, he shrugs his shoulders and exhales a laughs. “I didn’t get a chance to get the first round, so not exactly keeping to my word,” The bartender returns with a try of six drinks, telling Noah the price. He bring out his wallet from his back pocket and hands him the cash. “But that isn’t my fault you guys aren’t patient enough.” He winks in her direction, grabbing the tray. Not having any free hands, he bumps her side with his hip, “You gotta lead the way.” He smirks down at her as he can tell she’s getting nervous, “I’m sure they’re going to be fine.” He tries to help as they walk to the direction to the booth the girls are at. “Oh, my friends are fine! But Hope is the one to watch out for.” She keeps walking but he stops for a moment, “Wait, what does that mean?!” He dramatically says, she rolls her eyes and turns on her feet to look at him with an amused smile. “She – She just, really loves Peter Kavinsky.” She says with humour and he returns with pushing his tongue to his cheek, raising his brows with confidence.

Getting closer to the booth, all four girls look towards Olive’s direction. Excitement taking over their expressions. Noah lets out a smiley laugh and lifts the tray of drinks, Beth and Mel raises their arms with joy, Molly laughing more and Hope’s face not changing since Noah’s came into view. “Yes, lad!” Beth cheers, standing from her seat as the two get closer. “Ladies! Good to meet you!” Noah can’t help being excited either, enjoying the energy he’s getting from the group. Going between Hope and Molly, he places the tray down onto the table. Hope looks over to Mel and mouths ‘Oh my god.’ Still in shock and trying to remain calm. Olive takes her glasses off briefly to rub the corner of her eyes to hide the laughter to Hope’s reaction. Coughing to grab the groups attention she stands next to Noah, reaching up to wrap an arm over his broad shoulders. “Ladies,” She speaks calmly and confidently, waving her other hand to his direction. “Noah.” He leans back with a chuckle, enjoying her way to introduce everyone, he reaches for a drink and takes a sip looking to the girl next to him. “Noah,” She looks back to him and then back to the girls, “Mel, Beth, Molly,” She then turns her head dramatically to Hope, who’s covering her cheeks with her hands to cover her bright smile. “That’s Hope.” “Oh! You’re Hope? It’s great to meet you, girl.” He sets his drink down and then leans over to bring her into a hug and places a light kiss on her cheek. Hope melts in her seat, “Wow, holy shit.” She couldn’t bring herself to say anything else and Noah’s shoulders shake holding back a laugh and rests his head on her shoulder briefly.

Hugs are passed around, welcoming the new member to the group for tonight and conversation flows between the group, all together as well as small conversations separately. Noah sits there comfortably, enjoying the girls talking amongst themselves as well as to him, getting him involved. “So Noah!” Beth grabs his attention, bringing her glass up to take a sip. “How did our lovely Olive do today for the video?” His expression becomes amused as he looks over to the girl next to him as shes waving her hand and looking away like an embarrassed child, “Beth, stop! You’re worse than my mum, I swear” Beth only shrugs and pouts her lips, not caring and her looks goes back to the hazel eyed man. “Hah, well.” He lingers, causing Olive to snap her head round to look at him, causing him to scoff. “she did great. Of course she did.” All the girls look towards Olive with pride, causing her to place her head between her hands, enjoying the praise. “It was lots of fun, it was great to see him squirm.” She chuckles evilly, Noah rolling his eyes he then nudges her not realising she was taking a gulp of her drink, making her spill her drink slightly onto her lap. “Oh shit! I’m sorry –“ He laughs loudly like the rest of the girls do, whereas Olive sits there acting not amused. “On that note!” Olive exclaims loudly, she washes down whats left in her glass, “I’m gonna get more drinks, because,” She gets up as she speaks and turns facing the group again. “Because, well. I want to get drunk.” She shrugs and scoffs, disappearing into the crowd towards the bar.

Everyone is a little bit intoxicated by now, more stories as well as jokes are being told. Laughing at one another is happening that little bit more as well as pictures and videos being captured of the night. The group are expressing the overdrive of confidence by taking it out on the dancefloor with the rest of the crowd. Singing loudly and badly but not giving a care in the world. Noah comes back from the bar after offering Olive a drink. He gets to the edge of the dance floor for the music to change. I Like It, Cardi B blasts out of the speakers and the groups of girls he has befriended are cheering and changing their dance moves. He breathes out a short laugh watching the sight, not being able to help his eyes falling onto Olive, for a woman he only met eleven hours ago, he couldn’t of enjoyed someone’s presence more already. Even for someone to dance terribly and not care, she did it so well and he couldn’t help for it amusing him. Holding two bottles between fingers, he now using his free hand to get out his phone, he was in temptation to record the moment before him. Mid filming, Olive’s gaze finds him as well as his phone pointing to their direction. Smile getting wider, she points to his direction singing along to the lyrics towards him. “Oh, he’s so handsome, what’s his name?” She shouts towards him, dancing more for the video. He shakes his head, being more entertained and taps on his phone before putting it back in his pocket. Looking back up to her direction he remains still for a moment, causing her to do the same. He suddenly yelps out the lyrics and walks into the middle of the dancefloor, joining his new friends.

-

3:20am and Noah, Olive and Mel are on the tube, dancing around the empty carriage. Incredibly intoxicated at this rate, like the rest of them were. Beth, Hope and Molly called it a night an hour before and decided to head back to the hotel after tight hugs and loving goodbyes.

“KiKi, Do you looove me?!” Noah awfully sings out, making his voice crack while swinging around the pole in the middle of the carriage. “What the fuuuck?” Olive laughs at her sights as she takes another snap of many she’s taken that night. Noah looks towards the girl, with his arm extended so he’s leaning to the side, “Are you ridin’!” Just as he was going to continue, the tube comes to a stop causing his fingers to slip and for him to fall flat onto his back, his arms fall back and he’s just laying there. The two girls, through tearful laughter, quickly rush to him to get him up. “Holy shit – are, are you okay?!” Mel is gasping for breath, not getting over what she just witnessed and Olive is just unable to talk as an inaudible laugh is coming out of her. “Dude, pft.” Noah straightens his posture and puffs out his chest, “I was meant to do that.” Not being able to hold back he joins in on the laughter and throws his shoulder around Olive’s shoulder, for slight support, and exists the tube.

-

Sunrise is starting to come through the buildings of London as the three are sitting out on the small balcony Olive and Mel share. “I’m pooped guys, I can’t hold on any longer.” Mel sadly admits and gets up from her corner, stretching she goes over to olive for a hug and does the same for Noah, expressing how it was a pleasure to meet him. He says the same, returning the hug and she heads inside. The two sit in a comfortable silence for a couple of moments, with the faint sound of music in the background coming from Olive’s phone. Noah leans his head back onto the wall behind him and looks toward the also visibly tired girl. “Tonight was a blast.” She look back at him with a light smile and sleepy eyes. “You don’t need to stay up,” He speaks gently, wanting to sooth her. She only shrugs and stands, he does the same and they’re stood face to face. “We have a very comfortable sofa bed if you want to crash?” She speaks quietly, not having anymore energy – but still filled with humour. He slowly nods, happily accepting the offer, not being able to help his intoxicated mind wonder and take in the details of her face.

Hey. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel. Love your imperfections every angle, Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So I just had to let you know.

Soft lyrics fill the silence, Olive lips form into a smile as Noah stays silent. “Do I have something on my face?” Breaking the moment, he looks down at his feet. Somewhat feeling embarrassed. “I – sorry. Hah, you’re just – You’re just looking really pretty tonight.” Olive is taken back by the sudden compliment and feels her cheeks heat up causing the corners of Noah’s lip to curl upward. Breaking away from the moment, Olive looks through the window into the living room. “Lets go to bed.” Noah, again nods in agreement, cocking his head to the side as he watches her walk back into the flat.

[ftxsilas]

HEY FAM IT’S WILLOW AGAIN !!! i play xiao from neo ( winwin fc ) and now i bring you silas, orion’s lead vocal and dos’ main vocal and center in mobius entertainment ! your local videography, variety, and vocal king ! his stats / points / plots ; you can read more about him under the cut ~

as usual, his full bio is on this page and i’d recommend reading that instead of the summary below, but if you don’t wanna read all that gunk here’s a summary of his background!!

this is just background stuff so if u read the post above u can just skip down to where the personality info is!!!

his parents died when he was five and he had to go to seoul and live with his grandparents who were really strict and kept him on a very short leash which he was not happy about

they gave him a strict schedule and he had to keep at it, but he did his best bc he didnt want to upset them.

he did really well in school, was really popular with his classmates bc he was very fun loving and energetic. he was even a favorite of his teachers bc he was really smart and excelled in every subject! he smort

when he was ten his grandparents hired a piano instructor so he could take piano lessons between the time he’s finished doing his homework and dinner time, bc they didn’t like him having so much free time. he finished his homework quickly so he cOULD have free time, and they just. tore it away from him. smh.

i can’t word it any better than i already did so i’m gonna copy this next part from his bio:

“his instructor is immediately smitten with him despite the fact that he’s a slow learner, but when she has him sound out the notes he’ll play, his voice melts her heart. it’s high, and untrained, but she can see potential in him.“

so she tells his grandparents that he has a real potential for singing and that she loves his voice and could tutor him with that as well, but they tell her to just do the job they’re paying her for and dont worry about stupid stuff like that. they want him to play the piano, not to sing.

she says fuck it and starts giving him free vocal lessons alongside the piano lessons, and his voice flourishes under her teachings and she tells him that he could be a big star one day with a voice like his

when he’s fifteen someone came along to a lesson of theirs one day, and she told him it’s just a friend of hers. he paid no mind to it and they went on as they usually do, practicing the piano for a bit and then he goes on to sing a few songs for them. at the end, he gets a business card for killjoy creative and is told to give them a call when he wants to audition.

he does end up calling, but unfortunately for him it’s after they claimed bankruptcy and can’t afford to take in any new trainees. to a fifteen year old, it sounds like they’re just making excuses and don’t want him anymore.

from then on out, he stopped picking up his instructor’s calls, and his grandparents stop paying her when shihyun wouldn’t even brother to come out of his room when she came over for their next couple of lessons. he blamed her for them turning him down, even though it wasn’t her fault.

he gave up on his dream for a couple of years, even though he continued playing the piano and singing in his free time.

a couple of months before he graduated, he got a call from an unknown number and it turned out to be his instructor. he hadn’t heard from her in about three years, and he almost hung up on her but for some reason, decided to listen. a friend of a friend of hers was starting a company called mobius entertainment, and she thought of him to go audition for it. she gave him the contact info for the company and the location of the auditions, and he went for it.

he got it, of course, but his grandpa was lessss than thrilled. he wasn’t happy at all about him pursuing singing, and would tell shihyun that he was wasting his time and would amount to nothing and that he should go for something like making his own business instead. why would he throw away all of his smarts just to become a puppet on stage??

he was only a trainee for a year before orion debuted, and he was given the stage name ‘silas’. it wasn’t exactly his choice. the company thought up the name, slapped it on his profile, and told him that was going to be the name he had to go by now.

he was easily loved for his fun personality and became popular in variety shows! he also comes to love directing, and over the years gets a lot of tips from directors he works with and looks up to and starts building up his resume for it by offering tips and ideas every now and then.

he did his military service from 2014-2015 and since he’s been back, has been focusing on dos promotions, variety shows, hosting, and videography / directing.

during his military service, his grandpa died ( late 2015, and he was discharged early for it ), and silas really regrets shoving his fame in his face instead of making amends, but silas was too prideful ( n still kind of hurt ) and his grandpa was too stubborn to admit that he was wrong. he’s been taking care of his grandma since then, even though he can’t see her as often as he’d like to.

WHEW. THERE WE GO. NOW ON TO THE PERSONALITY STUFF

silas is really funny and with how smart and talented he is, too, he’s majorly adored by the public and i’m gonna try and get ahold of the nation’s husband title bc. that’s what he is ok. he’s prime hubby material.

he doesn’t get incredibly close to people. ever since losing his parents as a kid, he keeps most people at arm’s length because he doesn’t want to deal with loss again.

you have to be reallllllllyyyyyyyy important for him to want to get close to you. he has to like you a lot to want to get over his fear of abandonment to get to know you deeper than surface level and actually care. that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have friends, of course he has friends. he actually has tons of friends and acquaintances, but. a hundred pennies is nothing like four quarters, yknow?

your muse could consider silas to be a really close friend of theirs, he knows everything about them and more, and yet with him they’ve barely scratched the surface and while he’s really fun and funny with them, he never gets any deeper than that. he’s kind of like a dark tinted window, where he can see out but you can’t see in. people will only know what he wants them to know.

he shows affection and remorse and most feelings by buying ppl things. if he hurt your feelings he doesn’t really care that much bc he’s not that close to you to care, but here’s a rolex or here’s a versace dress. material things and money don’t really matter to him at all, but he knows it’s important to most other ppl so that’s why he does it.

he’s kind of annoying and loud and a bit egotistical?? he sorta expects everyone to know him and fall at his feet bc he’s been around for so long and knows what it’s like to be on top of the world w orion/dos

oh yeah he has two cats. they’re his life. one is named cinna and the other is monnie. yes it’s a pun on cinnamon. he knows conversational english and it’s one of his favorite words. he just thinks it’s neat.

for my astrology hoes: he’s aquarius sun, gemini moon, and capricorn rising. yikes.

SO. there we go! he’s very attention seeking and always cracks jokes and tries to be hip like all the cool kids these days but he’s rly just an annoying old man so im sorry for him

BLEASE hit me up on discord to plot!!!! ( warfaire#3147 ) i would love to plot w everyone!!

[mikeshanlon]

he’s all that: chapter two

fandom: it

pairing: reddie (richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak)

word count: 5k

one | on ao3

summary:

Richie smiled smugly, “You’ve got spunk Kaspbrak. I like that.”

“Why don’t you try shutting the fuck up Tozier,” Eddie retorted as the line moved forward, “So what is this, if not some ploy to get me to tutor you? Some sort of dork outreach program? Because I’m not interested.”

—

Or: The one where Richie Tozier has six weeks to get into a relationship and make someone fall for him. Only problem? That someone is the anxiety ridden, goody two shoes Eddie Kaspbrak, and he can’t even stand to be in the same room as Richie.

warnings: there is drug use in that bev/mike/richie are HUGE stoners. also this chapter there is mentions to maggie being an alcoholic. 

a/n: hey! decided to post two weeks in a row just to get the ball rolling (which is why i still dont have all the chapters figured out as promised, my apologies). i'll probably start the every other week thing for next update (so chapter three should be up by march 4th). i would try to do every week but im a college student who has Stuff to do and also makes gifs and im horrible at finishing my writing so, giving myself a realistic deadline that will still hopefully produce quality work. anyways, richie and eddie finally interact this chapter! it's.......................  a bit messy though. and we get to see the rest of the losers club in this one too. 

tag list:  @richietoaster, @wintersember, @howellhxlic, @ed-txzier, @clara-farl3y

After standing in the hallway arguing with Bev for ten minutes, (“I mean really Bevs, fuck!” “You said anyone.” “How do we even know he’s gay?!” “Richie, please.”) Richie resigned himself to the fact that he was going to find some way to charm Eddie. Maybe Beverly would let him borrow that spellbook she bought junior year when she had become obsessed with witchcraft and hexing the patriarchy.

Once school was finally over, Richie dropped off Mike at his farm per usual, ranting about the bet the whole ride over. The farm boy nodded along, but he knew the words ‘told you so’ sat on the tip of his tongue.  

They pulled up to his house, the engine idling so he wouldn’t have to spend time getting it to start again, “Don’t wait up for me tonight if you wanna smoke. Got lotsa research in store,” Richie said as Mike grabbed his backpack and got out of the car.

Mike raised a brow, leaning into the passenger window (which in its broken state always stayed down), “I’m surprised Rich. You never do your homework.”

“Homework shmomwork,” he tapped the end of his cigarette out the window before taking another drag, “Gotta figure out what little ol’ Edward likes. Time for some deep dark internet exploration.”

“Ah, you’re gonna stalk him. Wasting time on social media does sound much more in character,” Mike smiled.

“It’s not a waste Mikey darlin’, a shit ton of preemo dank is on the line.”

The other boy laughed and shook his head, “Godspeed Tozier.”

Richie saluted Mike as he reversed out back to the main road, Bigmouth Strikes Again blasting on the old car radio.

He weaved through the streets filled with kids walking home or trying to find something to do in this shit-hole town. Long afternoons spent at The Aladdin watching the newest releases or aggressively slamming his fingers down on his favorite game at the arcade came to mind; along with going out of his way to bother just about everyone in his path. Richie never really had many friends when he was younger, spending most of his time alone. He was grateful he crossed paths with Bev and Mike, to fate, luck, God if it existed. The universe was rarely kind to him, but finding them was the best thing that ever happened to him.

Plus, the first time he had smoked weed, but that was with them too.

Turning onto his street, Richie pulled up to the unsuspecting two-story white house. It was straight out of a handbook on the American Dream; but the closer one looked, the imperfections started to appear.

The box overflowing with bottles once filled with alcohol next to the recycling bin, which was already too full with more empty bottles. A crooked ‘Home Sweet Home’ sign by the front door. Dying grass, overgrown and conquered with the little weeds Richie used to make wishes on before blowing the seeds into the summer air (I wish for friends. I wish for better parents. I wish to be loved).

He parked the station wagon on the curb, saving the space next to his Mom’s car for his father.

Maggie’s car hadn’t been driven in months (years?), and Richie absently wondered if it would even work anymore. It was nice, a decent heater and it drove well, at least it did when she had bothered to drop him off at school as a kid. Despite her general lack of care for the wellbeing of others, Mrs. Tozier did not drink and drive. Meaning, she didn’t drive at all, as she was drunk off her ass most of the time.

Richie grabbed his books from the backseat and clambered out, fumbling to find his house key among the mess of weird keychains he bought while high.

He didn’t bother stating his presence, even as a pretense, giving up the habit long ago.

Maggie Tozier sat outside, her back facing the screen door in the kitchen. A cigarette rested from her fingertips, and Richie wasn’t sure if she was actually smoking it or just watching it burn. Of course, her other hand gripped a bottle of beer, and a wine cooler sat at her feet.

Richie scoffed and bounded up the stairs to his room, a ‘KEEP OUT’ sign and band posters adorning the door.

It was often said that one’s room reflected who they were as a person, and Richie was no exception. That is, to say, his room was an absolute fucking mess. His bed was never made, and clothes and knick knacks littered the floor (he had already tripped over some beat up sneakers as he walked in). Old mugs, comics, a lava lamp, lotion, and an ashtray Bev had made him in ceramics sat on his bedside table (read: an old wooden apple carton). The only thing that he kept clear was his record player and vinyls at the edge of the bed, which were meticulously organized.

He tossed his notebooks on his desk, alongside stolen pens, his laptop, and his bong. If his parents actually fucking talked to him he would bother to hide his shit, but it didn’t really matter.

Picking up his laptop and its charger, Richie was on his way out again. He could stay home to conduct his research, but he hated the stuffiness and how lifeless the house felt. It wasn’t really even a home, at least not his. Plus, coffee. It was a necessity, especially for the amount of bullshit he’d have to go through just for the tiny brat.

Richie drove to the Starbucks on Main and Belmont, strolling up to barista and ordering his usual: venti quadruple-shot, black. While he often gorged himself on sweets, his need for caffeine could only be sated by the purest form the coffeeshop could offer.

Per usual, the barista gave him a look, “You sure?”

“Listen, I’ve already made a shit ton of horrible decisions today. Trust me, this is not the worst of them,” Richie answered, sliding the cash across the counter

She raised her brows but said nothing else, handing him the change.

He set up shop at a table by the window in the back, away enough from the other patrons. Most of the time Richie threw caution to the wind, but he figured it would suspicious if someone saw him furiously stalking someone who looked like they hadn’t even graduated from middle school.

After retrieving his coffee, opening his MacBook, and plugging his headphones in, Richie scoured Instagram first. ‘Eddie.k’ didn’t post much, mostly some artsy photos, including ones of Bill and Stanley Uris (their other best friend). There were only one or two selfies, much to Richie’s disappointment. Eddie wasn’t actually too bad looking if you ignored his clothes, his hair, his… everything. Freckles dusted his face, concentrated around his little nose, a few on his lips. Cute lips. Cute cheeks. He had the urge to pinch them. But Jesus, that combover. What was he, a balding man in the 80’s?

Other than those pictures, Eddie hadn’t really posted to Instagram in months. He moved onto  his tagged photos. They had some more substance, although Eddie had pretty much only been tagged in pictures by Bill and Stan. It wasn’t like Richie wasn’t in the same boat of having only a few close friends, but at least he hung out with other people.

For the most part, the pictures were pretty normal, the three of them hanging out. Richie couldn’t help but snort at a picture of the three, presumably after a sleepover. They looked exhausted, hair messy, and were brushing their teeth. Pretty mundane, but Eddie had pulled a ridiculous face in the mirror. It was silly, but Richie hadn’t even thought Eddie was capable of making jokes or doing weird shit. The fucker was always uptight, serious even when they had a substitute. Unsurprisingly, Eddie did not appreciate the post.

eddie.k: literally stan delete this!!!!!!

stantheman: @eddie.k, sorry sweatie (:

Richie grinned and continued to scroll, stopping at a picture of Eddie lying down on the grass, laughing. He wore a red tracksuit, the one students wore to P.E. when the bitter chill of autumn came to Derry. His hair must’ve been a little sweaty, because it was curling up into a messy halo around his grinning face. Richie wanted to know this Eddie, see him curl up laughing, but he knew that would never happen.

He perused their profiles for a while before growing bored, downing a third of his coffee before moving on. Except Eddie didn’t seem to have a Twitter, or a Snapchat. A quick google search of his name only came up with a few images and… a Facebook profile?

Richie prayed that it was an old one Eddie had never deleted, but after the page loaded he saw that the most recent status was made last night.

“Oh my fucking god,” he whispered to himself.

Eddie’s profile picture made him look particularly child-like, a weird picture of him pointing to the camera like he was cool, even though the same hand had a clunky old watch wrapped around it. His header picture displayed the quote ‘there is bravery in being soft’.

Richie snorted, “Yeah, a soft fucking dick!”

Another patron scoffed at his fowl mouth, and he shot her a smug grin.

Eddie only had 40 friends on the site, which consisted of Bill, Stan, some of the other nerds at Derry High, and his mother and her friends. It wasn’t like someone’s Facebook friends actually mattered, especially because only middle aged mothers who posted minion memes about their alcoholism used it anymore, but it was still kinda pitiful.

His posts were generally uninteresting, stuff like ‘super nervous for the math test’, or ‘soooooooooooo bored ://///’. Otherwise, he mostly just shared pictures of cute dogs and DIY videos.

It was hard to find any useful information on Eddie, since he obviously lied a lot. Not in the way of bragging, or saying that he did things he didn’t (like Richie did). But there were comments from Mrs. Kaspbrak’s friends calling him a lady killer, or a few posts calling Carly Rae Jepsen cute (please, Run Away With Me is the one of gayest songs of all time). Eddie was closeted, and Richie knew from experience that someone could never really be themselves around others if they weren’t out.

What his profile lacked in useable information, it more than made up with blackmail material.

Take, for instance, little Eddie in possibly the gayest fucking hat imaginable.

He screeched as he saw the picture of the eleven year old, a white fedora-bucket hat hybrid sitting atop his tiny head, before breaking out into a full on wheeze. Richie was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, and then he thought about Eddie using his inhaler in that gay ass hat and laughed even harder.

The other customers began to stare, some concerned, and others pissed off at the disturbance.

Once he had collected himself somewhat, Richie sent a screenshot to the group chat.

the losers

bev: oh my fucking G O D

richie: I CANT FUCKIN BREATHE ELRNKKLNERG

richie: LIKE F U C K !!! KLJKLGRJKLLEJK

richie: LOOK AT HIS GAY HAT

richie: LIKE, IT’S GAYER THAN WEARING NOTHING BUT A PRIDE FLAG AND GLITTER

richie: HE LOOKS LIKE A TWINKY SKIPPER

richie: HOW IS THAT HAT MORE GAY THAN EVERY SINGLE ONE RYAN EVANS WORE IN THE ENTIRE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL FRANCHISE COMBINED

bev: i’m muting you

mike: me too

mike: also that hat isn’t that bad

“‘Not that bad?!’” Richie squawked, not that he’d be able to hear him.

(Really, Richie had no authority on the subject. He still donned the occasional Hawaiian shirt over his tees).

He refreshed Eddie’s profile, seeing that he had made a new status.

Eddie Kaspbrak: big night friday, nervous but excited !!!!

Richie raised his brows in intrigue, seeing that Bill and a handful of other people liked the status. What was going on Friday?

He checked to see if Bill had posted anything, if Eddie was going somewhere, chances were Bill was too.

Bill Denbrough: almost the weekend, finally ready to let loose

Seriously, it would’ve been so much easier if Bill was the guy Richie had to woo. Kid was probably fucking nervous for a party, a place where you threw caution to the wind and had a good time. Still, he made a mental note about finding out what their Friday plans were.

Richie sighed, taking another swig of his coffee, “God, what a fucking loser.”

Suddenly, his headphones were being tugged out of his ear by an angry middle-aged woman with short-layered hair and eye bags.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Richie glared, snatching back his headphones.

The woman returned the look, putting her hands on her hips, “Don’t you have respect for the other customers?!”

“Sweetheart, I don’t have respect for myself, let alone some PTA moms-- like the post-divorce haircut by the way.”

Apparently, his finger guns did not soften the blow, because the lady started to scream at him.

And, apparently, this lady was also the manager, and was pushing him out the door.

So great, Eddie and his dumb gay hat got him banned from Starbucks.

Even though he was wounded from Eddie’s betrayal, (because Richie getting kicked out was definitely not his fault-- it was Eddie’s homosexual headwear. An anthropomorphic device of chaos, that Eddie owned, so, yeah, it was Kaspbrak’s fucking fault.) Richie still skipped smoking on Thursday to spend his lunch with the tiny fuck.

Obviously, they hadn’t made plans to do so, but Richie had, and he really couldn’t delay starting the bet. There was a lot on the line.

So, after getting out of econ (turning in an unstudied for but probably aced quiz), and throwing his shit in his locker, Richie detoured to the cafeteria.

The place was a fucking mess, and it reminded Richie just why he avoided the place. It was pure chaos, loud and overwhelming, a million things to get distracted by. Freshman with their stupid rolling backpacks kept whizzing by, making Richie trip or get his feet ran over. The tables were already filled, the honor roll kids, the partiers, Gretta and her gang. Fucking cliches.

He got in line, picking up a tray and proceeding to fiddle with the buttons at the cuff of his black and white flannel; trying to tune out the buzz of conversation. It was weird, at parties he thrived on the noise and disorder, but here all it was doing was fucking with his ADHD.

Richie drummed a beat onto his tray as the line moved forward and picked the most edible looking slop from the menu. The lunch lady glowered at him as he reached for his money only to realize he had put it in the other pocket, fumbling to put the bills and coins on the counter.  

As she put the money in the register, Richie looked around the room, checking to see where Eddie was sitting. He was sat near one of the exits, carefully taking out his lunch and swinging his legs. And he was alone. Perfect.

“Kid, do you want a receipt or not?” the lunch lady snapped from across from him.

Richie blinked back into focus, “Uh, sure, sorry.”

She sighed and printed out the receipt, slamming it down on the tray, “Next!”

Grabbing his tray, Richie plucked up some plastic cutlery and made his way through the sea of students to Eddie Kaspbrak. He had to twist and lift his tray a bit, but eventually the crowds started to part a bit. A chorus of whispers started to erupt. Stupid small town.

“Is that Richie Tozier?”

“I think, but doesn’t he always get high with his stoner friends?”

“What is he doing here?”

“God, he’s so hot.”

Richie smirked, sending a wink at the girl’s praise before sitting across from Eddie. He watched for a moment as the boy continued to focus on on unpacking his utensils and napkins before clearing his throat.

Eddie’s eyes snapped up from his lunchbox, widening when he saw Richie.

“What the fuck?” It was meant to be a whisper to himself, but Eddie’s voice was louder than expected.

Richie grinned at the blushing boy, “Well, hello to you to Eds.”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie snapped, returning to his food.

Richie waited for him to say something else, at least fucking look at him, but the little fuck kept his eyes glued to his grapes, nails aggressively ripping the fruit from their stems.

“Okay,” he started, taking a sip of his apple juice, “So, you may be wondering why I’m sitting with you—“

Eddie interrupted, annoyance apparent in every fiber of his being, “Is this gonna be quick or not?”

“I’m hoping it’s not quick, although given how hot I am it’s difficult for people to control themselves.”

A long, deep sigh came from Eddie’s (cute, soft) lips. Eddie grabbed at Richie’s hands, flipping them over so that the palms faced upwards.

“Wow, a bit forward, but I’m liking your style Kaspbrak,” Richie winked.

Eddie rolled his eyes and proceed to take out hand sanitizer from his fanny pack, squirting the floral scented product into Richie’s hands.

Honestly, what the fuck?

He must’ve sent the same message to Eddie with his face, because Eddie said, “You obviously aren’t gonna leave me the fuck alone, and if you’re gonna be in my space, you need to be clean.”

Richie raised a brow at this but rubbed the hand sanitizer into his hands anyways.

Jesus Christ, what a weird, defensive little bitch.

Eddie watched with focused eyes, and only spoke when Richie was finished.

“Continue.”

It took a moment for Richie to gain his bearings once more. This mission seemed dead on arrival, but he had to keep trying anyways.

“So, Eddie…” Richie trailed off, twirling the pasta on his plate before his eyes lit up, “Eddie Spaghetti, Eduardo, what’s up?”

Eddie scowled, “That’s not my fucking name!” he squeaked, “And ‘what’s up?’ I mean, we’ve barely even talked before. You think I’m just gonna put up with this because you’re Richie Tozier? I swear to god, if this is some fucking bullying thing...”

Around them, people began to stare and eavesdrop at the sound of Eddie yelling. Fucking perfect.

Richie blinked back at the boy across from him, now red in the face for a different reason, “Calm down, I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“Fat fucking chance.”

Okay, wow. Richie had more work cut out for him than expected. He thought of what to say next as he watched Eddie finish his grapes.

“This isn’t, like, a joke,” (it wasn’t real either), “I just wanna hang out.”

“Hang out?” Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes met Richie’s, his tone mocking.

Richie nodded, “Yeah, ya know, kick it with the homies. Make out a little if you’re down. Friend stuff.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched, “You’re unbelievable. Just fucking unbe— you know, how can you even say any of that shit? How can we be ‘homies’ if we’ve never ‘hung out’ before? And don’t want to-- I’m not-- you don’t know me!”

There was something underlying in Eddie’s voice as he snapped, wavering at the end. Richie, like most things in life, was completely and utterly fucking up.

“Well then, how about we fix that?” Richie leaned forward, “I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna—“

Abruptly, Eddie stood up, grabbing his food and walked off, making his way towards the cafeteria line where Bill and Stan were paying for their lunch.

Richie looked around at all the watching faces, some snickering and others as shocked as he was.

“...Embarrass me horribly in front of all these people.”

He took a deep breath, and shoved some spaghetti in his mouth, his frown growing larger at the disgusting taste. Richie was often considered a wild card, but this was when routine was a good thing. He should’ve just avoided this and sparked up with Bev and Mike.

Actually, he was going to do just that. There was still some left in lunch, and no reason for him to stay in the cafeteria if Eddie was giving him the cold shoulder. More like a giant fucking iceberg but still, pointless. Besides, he really needed to get high now. Eddie ruined his whole mood and pissed him the fuck off.

Richie got up and tossed out the inedible garbage before going to the usual spot, finger itching for a joint.

He used his foot to push open the door, which would’ve been cool, except with his clumsiness and horrible luck he tripped forward, narrowly avoiding falling down the steps and face planting by grabbing the railing.

As Richie caught his breath and stabilized himself, he could hear his friends laughing.

“Back so soon?” Bev smirked knowingly, taking a drag.

Richie huffed, “Ha ha. Let’s yuck it up for my misfortune,” he grabbed her joint and took a long hit, “This fucking kid, Bev. I don’t think I can do this!”

“As in, you’re morally incapable of leading him on?” Mike asked hopefully.

“Please, let’s be realistic here Mikey. No, that kid is like, the fuckin devil incarnate. Shithead is fucking crazy!” Richie paced, smoking from the joint.

Bev laughed, “What makes you say that?”

“Why don’t ya ask the whole fucking school?” Richie snapped, though the anger wasn’t directed at her, “They were watching it all go down. If that wheezy asshole ruins my reputation—“

“What reputation?” Mike interjected.

Richie rolled his eyes and flipped him off.

Another voice spoke up, “I dunno, Richie’s pretty well known. I like him well enough.”

Richie whirled around, just noticing a new face among the usual group, Ben Hanscom.

The eternal new kid, since no one ever moved to ass backwards Derry, was not someone he’d expect to be behind the art building. Maybe reciting poetry or some shit, but not blazing. Ben was sweet and genuine, albeit a little shy. He was no longer the chubby kid he once was, more stocky and muscular now. They weren’t too close, as the tawny haired boy spent more time with Mike and Bev, and if not them, the other dorks (like Eddie and his friends). But either way, dude was pretty chill. Richie just didn’t really want him there mid-meltdown.

“Haystack?! You smoke?!” he whistled, “Ho-ly shit, who woulda thought!”

Ben shook his head, “Uh, no I don’t. Mike and I just had to study for history next block.”

His deep brown eyes flitted to Beverly, who had now stolen back her joint and was playing with the key that hung from her neck. Yeah, studying was the only reason. Not Ben’s excruciatingly obvious crush on the red head.

“We would’ve just gone to the library, but Bev and I made a bet about if you’d be successful or not today,” Mike said.

Richie gasped, “Betting on my failure? Fuck you guys, Benny Boy is my new best friend.”

“I didn’t sign up for that.”

“Hey, I bet on you succeeding,” Mike put his hands up in surrender, “She’s the one who thought you’d screw it up.”

“And I was right. Pay up,” Bev smiled, holding out her palm.

Mike dropped a candy bar in it with a deep sigh. She tore open the wrapping, taking a savage bite of the chocolatey sweet.

“I think you have a gambling problem,” Mike quipped.

Bev shrugged, “Not a problem if I keep winning.”

She grinned, her teeth covered in chocolate and spit. Gross. Ben still looked enraptured. Double gross.

“Anyways, can we focus on the important bet, and the fact that this fuck is impossible! Seriously, Bev, babygirl, pick anyone else!” Richie whined, plopping his bony ass on the cement.

“First off, don’t call me ‘babygirl’,” she flicked the ash off the end of the joint at him, “Second, the deal was anyone. You either woo him or you don’t.”

Richie opened his mouth to complain again but Ben beat him to it.

“I’m sorry, but what are we talking about?”

The other three looked at each other in panic. Ben was friends with Eddie, there was no way he could find out what was going on. The whole thing would be ruined before it started.

“Nothin!” Richie squeaked, “Just uh… bet that I couldn’t ace a group project. I usually just bullshit a lot of that stuff and leave it up to the others if I can. Partner’s just a little… high strung.”

Bev groaned and Mike sighed. A horrible fucking lie. Richie was already trying to formulate a better one in his head.

Ben smiled, “That’s nice, a wholesome, supportive bet. But you really should just communicate with your partner. They might be nervous because of your history is all.”

Richie let out a sound of relief before realizing Ben’s advice could actually be helpful.

“Sure, but I already tried to talk to him and it didn’t go well,” he explained.

Bev and Mike raised their brows, catching on.

“Well, how did you talk to him?” Ben asked, “Was it an ambush or a friendly conversation?

Bev snorted, “Ambush, knowing Richie. He doesn’t do friendly conversations.”

“Maybe with you, because you’re on my ass all the time,” Richie shot back, “But uh, she’s right. Shouldn’t matter though, everyone knows that’s how Tough Guy Tozier does his business.”

Mike groaned, “Please don’t call yourself that ever again.”

“You’re just coming on too strong. You have to consider what he likes, what he wants. A good partnership comes with compromise and communication,” Ben nodded sagely.

Richie ruffled his hair, putting on his trusty British voice, “Thank you Advisor Hanscom. Your wisdom is greatly appreciated.”

Ben smiled awkwardly, his eyes going to Bev once again, “Course.”

He took the joint from Bev, inhaling the musty smoke and blowing it out his nostrils, the burning sensation familiar and welcome.

“And maybe, you should talk to him sober next time,” Mike suggested.

Richie laughed, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

By the time the final bell rang, he was still feeling defeated and unsure of his next move. Sure, he’d have to dial back his trashmouth charm, try to seem actually invested in Eddie but… that wasn’t going to happen if the brat never talked to him again. Richie had to find a way to break the tension between them, start fresh.

He sulked to his locker, pulling out his shit from the looming mess. Loose binder paper and pencils fell onto the ground, and Richie just wanted to bang his head against the wall of metal. Also, go home and smoke while playing video games but, mostly, hit his head repeatedly. Maybe he’d lose enough brain cells to forget the entire day.

After a few moments of excessive cursing, Richie grabbed what he needed and got everything that fell back into the locker. He noticed a new post it on the door just before he closed it.

Don’t give up :) <3 - mike

Richie smiled, and slammed the locker shut with a resounding clang. With a little stretch and a fix of his glasses, he strolled through the halls, making his way to the parking lot to wait for Mike.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bill and Stan loitering around the halls as well, engaged in (an undoubtedly boring) conversation.

He remembered Bill and Eddie’s facebook status’ about exciting plans for tomorrow night and decided he should investigate.

“Billiam! Staniel!” Richie called as he approached them, “What’s up?”

The two stopped talking and looked up, Bill smiling while Stan rolled his eyes.

“H-hey, Richie,” Bill waved.  Richie noted that his stutter had gotten a lot better just over the past year. The two of them had shared a few classes when they were juniors and were pretty friendly with one another. At least compared to his relationship with Eddie and Stan, who also seemed to hate him for no reason.

Speaking of, the prim and proper boy was glaring at him, “Didn’t get enough of being a nuisance at lunch?”

Richie raised a brow, “Whatever do you mean?”

Stan scoffed, and opened his mouth to respond, but Bill put a hand on his shoulder, “N-nothing. Stan’s just… on edge. What’s up w-with you?”

“Not much, just trying to figure out what my plans are for tomorrow,” Richie shrugged, “Got any suggestions?”

“The only thing on your mind is where to party? Not surprised,” Stan quipped.

Richie shoved his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue. Snapping at Eddie was what caused his whole operation to go south, and he couldn’t mess up this second chance.

Bill ignored the tension between them, “Well, usually w-we don’t do t-t-too m-much, but it’s s-senior year. Probably going to Peter Gordon's party.”

“That kid’s an ass.”

“Coming from you, that’s rich,” Stan commented, his arms crossed.

His grinned, “Well, yeah, I am Rich.”

Stan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, he is, but he’s also s-super wealthy,” Bill avoided another ‘rich’ pun, “Meaning he’ll h-h-ave q-q-quality shit.”

Richie beamed, “Ah, I get it. You’re Robin Hood-ing that fuck. I like your style Billy Boy.”

He clapped Bill on the shoulder, and the other boy blushed slightly, “W-well, it wasn’t j-just my idea. Eddie and Stan helped.”

“Eddie? He’s coming with you guys?”

Bill shook his head, “N-no. He was supposed to, b-b-but that art thing came up so he h-had to cancel.”

“Art thing?” Richie asked, suddenly intrigued. This was the information he wanted.

“Yeah,” Bill nodded, “It’s this show that happens every month. At Jester Theatre. He always goes.”

Stan not so subtly elbowed Bill in the ribs, hissing at him to shut up.

“W-what?!”

“Yeah, what’s got your steamed panties in a twist Uris?” Richie smirked.

Stan sent him a scowl, “You know very well Tozier. Eddie told us all about what you did at lunch. Back the fuck off.”

“S-stan, I don’t think he meant--”

“No, Bill, he did,” Stan interrupted, “I don’t know what your game is, but if you hurt him…”

Richie put his hands up in surrender, “Hey, I’m not going to hurt him. He seems pretty strong anyways. I mean no harm.”

Stan didn’t look convinced at all. Fair enough.

The air between the two was tense, but Bill broke it by clearing his throat, “So, uh, will w-we see you at the p-p-party?”

Richie shook his head ‘no’, “Probably not. I have some more sophisticated plans lined up.”

a/n: hope you liked it! next chapter is p much all richie and eddie so get excited. if you enjoyed i would love hearing your feedback

oh and this is eddie’s gay hat if you were curious

[aharris00britney]

ASKS 04

wow I let this build up didn’t I.... updates on the ViVi inspired hair, Sim download info, some sweet people, some K-Pop, and other stuff below

@agentwashsims​ said: I️ knew you wouldn’t disappoint on the curly hairs!

Thank youu! lmao it is a pretty basic edit but I’m glad you like it ;-;

Anonymous said: Could you convert the solid colored EA Cruella DeVille style for girls or tots?

Actually it has already been converted HERE (warning: she uses an ad thing :( )

@pierce-the-rachel​ said: Okay hello I just love your cc so much!!! Like you're amazing I what you do. Much love<3   

Thank you so much omgg I am not nearly close to being amazing but I appreciate it <3

Anonymous said: Hi! Is there any chance your sim that modeled the Braxton hair will be up for download? Along with his cc?

Yes! In the next week he 100% will be. Taylor will be posted tomorrow :)

Anonymous said: What skin do you use on your male models? It looks the same as the female one but I can’t find it in CAS.

Check my resource page for my default. I don’t have the overlay labeled on there but in the next few days when I have my male model for download it will be listed there.

Anonymous said: I love your whistle skinny jeans alot, I was wondering if you were ever thinking about making one without the jacket around the waist? Sorry for wasting your time :P

That is sadly out of my ability :( but I am glad u like my whistle skinny jeans!! Not a waste of time to give someone a compliment

Anonymous said: Not exactly an ask but. I love your cc, you create beautiful content, and no matter what others say someone is gonna like it :)

Thank you soooo much omfg I really fucking appreciate stuff like this.

Anonymous said: Your creations are so awesome! I always love coming to your page and seeing all of your amazing creations!!

Thank you!!!!!! omg I feel bad that I never respond to these until I do these things, you guys that send these prob think I ignore them ;-; but for the people who read these and who send them: I really appreciate it like so much ;-; it has been a meh couple of weeks which is why CC has been slow but I love you all so much <3

@raivynmoon​ said: Omg why do you always get so much hate from anons? I’ll tell you why, because you’re doing things right and toxic people get jealous. Don’t mind the haters, you’re amazing! Happy new year ❤️ 

I actually don’t get that much hate! I never really pay them any mind bc I know as long as it is something I like that I will release it. People do def prob get jealous they can’t mesh stuff that well, not saying I am the god at it, but I do have some talent in that area from doing it for a while. Happy new year to you too!!! and thank you for the ask <3

Anonymous said: hey i just want to say that all of your cc is amazing, you put so much time and effort into it. of course everyone can give you feedback and opinions about what you make, but you are the creator so you can do whatever you want with it. that anon below was just rude, inconsiderate, and isn’t really helping anyone. that person obviously doesn’t make cc hair, because im sure then they would understand and not be a total jerk about it. maybe they should just stick to makeup, instead of hating.

<-- what she said (thank youuu)

Anonymous said: well I think that all of the hair you make is really great, even if not everyone likes it. You spend so much time making these amazing hairs and shout-out to the person below: why would you waste your time hating on somebody else’s hard work when you could be creating makeup cc? You don’t put your effort and time into creating this kind of stuff, of course I know you were also giving feedback.

Thank you <3

Anonymous said: THE HAIR IS CUTE AF

Anonymous said: Wcif the hair in your "In The Time Spent With You" post? Thank you!♡

Deleted :( I never got it to look how I wanted so I never finished it

Anonymous said: I'd just like to say that the hair looks pretty, honestly your hairs are always high quality and never fail to dissapoint, I'd just say that it could be a little puffier on the sides, and over all ignore the haters, they probably couldn't make anything close to what you're making! Luvs. 

Thank you!! I tried puffing the sides up some, here is a comparison pic:

(brown is now) (blonde is before)

@twirlyb​ said: I love the idea of the hair and I think it looks good so far but so you think that there's anyway to add for volume? I love the hair that it's based on and I really want to have it in game. I Completely understand if it's not an option but I though I would ask anyway. Btw I think your hairs are amazing. I went mostly cc free for a while (not anymore could handle not having cc but) and the only things I kept were my defaults and some of your hairs that I absolutely can not live without.

Refer above lmao

@cutesimmer23​ said: Hi , anonimus , I have a message for you. If you think Austin's cc is trashy , it's just your opinion. His ccs are one of my top favourites , and I support him in all that he does , even if that's not too good. He tries to do something and , even it's not perfect at the first time , he tries to perfect it. I really love his cc . And I have something more to say. If you are that good at cc give Austin a message (not anonimously) and then we will see who's the best. We love you, Austin!

Thank you <3 You're lovely for sending me this

Anonymous said: heyy love your blog and all of your creations. wcif ALL of your sims? do you ever upload them to the gallery?

Macie is already posted, link on my resource page. Taylor will be posted tomorrow, and my male model will be posted next week. The rest idk

Anonymous said: um can that damn anon piss off. your content is absolutely amazing and some things aren't for everyone but someone out there will love and appreciate it. also the hair in your profile picture looks gorgeous. is it released yet? and the wip you posted is cute af. ignore those haters <3

Thank you <3 Hair in my profile pic is my HyunA hair :)

Anonymous said: Hi, so sorry if anyone has already asked this, but I was wondering hat your origin ID was, since your sims are super cute!? Ps. I'm totally in love with your blog!!!

My origin is Spotharris but it does not have much on it right now, Ps. thank you

Anonymous said: Do you have any K-Pop albums? Which ones?

Oh my! I have a few! I have Red Velvet’s Perfect Velvet, and 6 LOONA albums (Kim Lip, Jinsoul, Choerry, Yves, Mix & Match, and Max & Match)

 Anonymous said: I miss you having Macie as your icon :(     

Me too jush she needs to make a comeback     

Anonymous said: Hey I was wondering if you could do a tutorial on how to make a middle parted hair side parted ?? please

I might do a livestream sometime in the future that is me remaking a hair like Joy or something where I did that. I am really bad at video stuff though so like... someone help?

Anonymous said: Can I just say how much I absolutely love all of your hairs? Like your so talented in making cc. Please keep up the great work!

Thank you!

Anonymous said: Can you convert the cupid eyes you posted for dogs/cats? It's fine if you can't, jw!

rip I can but I really don’t want to ;-;

Anonymous said: I just want to say I love you so much! All your creations are so beautiful and I use them ALL the time. Happy Holidays! ~ V

Happy late holidays!

Anonymous said: Do you have all of your own CC in your game?

Nooooo lmao

Anonymous said: does ur hyuna hair work with the ombres?

She does not :(

Anonymous said: make more diverse sims

gotcha

Anonymous said: yo i remember when you first started out and you were just starting.  now you've improved a HELL of a lot. like WOAH (i love your cc)

we don’t speak of those times in my life ok

Anonymous said: I don't know if you are open to cc requests, so if you are, would you ever consider separating them utility jacket from cats and dogs? I've seen so many people recolor it but I can't find it as an accessory, and I've looked everywhere.

A friend of mine tried it but it was really glitchy :( Maybe in the future I could give it a go?

Anonymous said: LIPS, HIPS LIPS, HIPS (ahh, ahh) L-LIPS, HIPS (ahh, ahh) Hi-hi-hi-hi-hip (POP!)

yes i agree with everything

Anonymous said: I have the same b-day as you

only legends were born on that day. and December 2nd.

Anonymous said: Your birthday is the day before mine and the day after my sister's            

So close to being legends.... sad

Anonymous said: I thought, you're female😅😅🔫

rip ur mind after i blew it up by being a male

Anonymous said: damn didnt know u were homophobic lol

oh

Anonymous said: fmk: danny devito, shrek, and jim carrey's the grinch

fuck danny bc idk who it is and i know a hot danny. marry the grinch bc he i like mayor of whoville after the movie. kill shrek and take the donkey.

Anonymous said: ahHHHhhHh idk why but i love you so much(not in a weird way u pervery xddd)

thanks babessss

Anonymous said: You should start a gameplay

I dont have the computer or the time for that I am sorry to say