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Lieutenant Deets and Medic Duo
And finally the aloof lt and dr chaos. Completing the char sheets for the 343rd. As always, text is below c: đ
Lieutenant Deets
CT-3335 - Previously known to her batchmates as Koor or Koor 33. Koor which is Mando'a for Deal, was the name that she and her batchmates gave each other to distinguish themselves as a unit and as a promise to one another to stay alive. Unfortunately, that promise would be broken as each member of Koor squad died. So she changed her name to be that which everyone else called her. Three-Three and then later DT when she made a self deprecating joke about how she was a defective clone, (a to be decommissioning clone, DT-3335) It stuck, and later evolved into Deets when she joined the 343rd and her ability to relay a wide variety of detail for missions and about drama about the base.
Krells ship isn't a place that nurtured kindness or kept those that didnât pay attention to the little things. Itâs not that any clone was complacent but itâs a different kind of twist on the mind when youâre made to feel observed, to constantly think that little bit further than the terror in front of you. Deets initially as she worked for intelligence and supplied crucial intel while she worked under Pong Krell. She would specialise in field work, setting up temporary HQs and intel points on hostile planets. That is until she fell victim to a clanker airdrop, where a battalion of B2s found the camp and laid waste. Severely injuring them all and killing two. She claims thatâs the day 33 died. Half a b2 was still active and shot her in the groin for starters, would have killed her if back up hadn't shown up and she'd had a blood transfusion in the LA-AT.
She finds though that, she doesn't mind so much. Okay, so her testosterone plumates to zero and its bad for a time being, she loses a lot of weight and muscle mass as the medics try to solve one problem after the other. Itâs after an undetermined amount of time she's lucid enough to wake up. Sometimes though, she wishes she hadnât. It turns out she wasn't saved by back up. They were bate. And the clones that survived? abandoned to die, bar from two. Deets was saved because she discovered further information on the whereabouts of a drone factory and they were attacked before she could disclose what she learnt. The other clone rescued was used to keep her alive.
Itâs almost out of her control, she gives the information without even fighting, choked by guilt and shame to have been the one spared for noticing a small detail. The medic onboard takes pity on her and gets her back in one piece, or whats left of her. What follows are as a result of the worst cycle of her short and sad life. The drop in T is noticeable, and she's not mad about it, she keeps up with the standard fitness expected by all clones once her levels are fixed. Starts looking more feminine. Its nice in her opinion, she like the way she looks. Leans into it. Until what few forces left under Krells command after his wickedness had been revealed are cleaned up. Quietly existing in surveillance, the medics of their battalion have been covering for her, clearing her for action but not putting her on the field. She doesnât know who did it, but when sheâs alerted that she will be decommissioned, she finds herself not back on Kamino but on Naboo.
Bonus: Deets is Ace, low testosterone will do that to you. She's not really titillated by anything anymore. But she does like Kiss, more than sheâs like anyone since her batchmates. Her and kiss grow close and have a fledgling relationship where Deets is only soft and herself with Kiss. And Kiss is tender and heartfelt with her. They are, in their own ways, the moms of their company.
Bonus 2: DT is a sheltered character, quiet and observant, tending towards the depressive disastrasiation, morbid assumptions and dry humour to pad her sharp edges. Itâs why she gets on best with Jaig who is also depressed and bitter. Her armour seeks to embrace her shape. The shoulder pads were originally equipped to make her shoulders seem broader than they were. But now its a sign of her experience and expertise. She has a b2 on hr left thigh as a joke, but also as a reminder that if it hadnât hit her other leg she wouldnât be who she is today.
Medic Duo
aka Dr Do-over, dudu one time Ro was sky high on painkillers. The twins were in stitches literally and figuratively.
Duo is the 343rd CMO, or just their medic as the 343rd are such a small unit his only other medical support is Pax. Who they call Nurse, affectionately. They're a soft touch under cover of a mad scientist telling her vode all the details of how badly they kriffed up. Saying things like:
I had a twin in the tube and i ate them / I had tea with the Chancellor after my heroic efforts on Geonosis / i'm the closest clone to Prime
mainly things that cant be proven or disproven but they are normally saved for shinies and younger clones that won't question the validity of these claims. And more importantly to distract from whatever they are going through. But it's more an example of how hairbrained they are in regard to their methods of getting the troops what they need. And he will get them whatever they need so long as it keeps them sane and healthy.
Despite gratuitous explanations on what happens to a liver with extended access to engineerings supernova moonshine, thats all she cares about, seeing them all through to the end. Duo, Kiss and Ro have known each other the longest. Duo is the reason why Kiss was able to keep Mooch as her service dog. The reason Ro has all her limbs, and why Jaig is able to get replacement optics when the cheap cybernetics they send give out.
Most important Duo is the reason why most of the trans clones were able to transition. Starting with Kiss. Kiss plays it down, but Duo will tell anyone trying to hide their pain how miserable she had been before, how all she talked about was ancient Nabooen culture. Duo doesn't tell them how reluctant she would be to attend physicals, or the little ways that went unnoticed by untrained eyes that she would neglect her health. Similar to Ro when she joined them. Choosing self flagellation over the admittance of unseen pain. So they took it upon themselves to provide Kiss with options. Then Ro and by the time Deets came alone toward the end of the war he was already equipped to deal with her baggage with tall tails and prescription should the patient require further medical support.
bonus: Duo, Lash and Leki were delighted to meet one another. They are the powerhouse of the trans collection they have going on at the 343rd, Lash is their researcher, Leki the supplier and Duo the mastermind and manipulator of GAR funds.
bonus2: Duo is gender fluid. A fact that only became apparent after Kiss transitioned. Their gender fluxuates, and Duo like the check in it allows with oneself when assessing where they are at on a given day. Duo also particularly like making strangers squirm when they says today it's she/them and what them puzzle over what today means.
For the rest of Kiss & company: Kiss // Jaig // Leki // Ro // Pax // Lash // Deets // Duo
#m art#clone wars#star wars clone wars#clone trooper oc#Trans#captain kiss & company#im so glad i did this ppl have been so lovely and my art has improved through them#im gonna post all of them together with a line up soon#but for now here them is
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you drive me crazy
Stray Kids Imagine
summary: things that makes the boys weak in the knees.
OT8
5.3k words
NFSW!!! 18+
(some smut but not really a smutty piece. super suggestive tho!!)
(im just gonna post this and pretend i havent been mia for weeks<3)
Bang Chan: low rise pants
Your boyfriend doesn't know exactly what it is about you in low rise pants that gets to him, but he knows he's always having to drag his eyes away from that little sliver of skin. The fact that one wrong move could have him catching a glimpse of your panties makes him feel like a horny little teenager.
The two of you decided to go out one night, just some fairly private club that you frequented together. He sat in your living room while you placed finishing touches on your outfit for the night.
It had been a while since you went out and you were super excited to wear an outfit that you had been imagining in your head for months, but you just never got the opportunity to wear it.
You slipped the cargo pants up your legs and looked yourself over in the mirror again. You look hot. The corset top you had on accentuated your chest perfectly and was low enough that only the strip of stomach just below your bellybutton is visible. You quickly grab one of your favorite necklaces, a delicate "C" pendant hang just below your collarbone and you smiled at yourself one more time before grabbing your bag and walking to the living room.
Chan glanced up from his phone while you slipped your shoes on and had to do an honest double take. You were slightly bent over and that little sliver of skin that has him wanting to bend you over every surface is exposed right to his lurking eyes.Â
He stands quickly just as you straighten and approaches you from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. His hands find purchase on the exposed skin, his fingers sliding through your front belt loops and his thumbs rubbing over the warm skin of your hips, making goosebumps rise on your skin.
"You drive me crazy, baby," his voice is low and you let out a quiet hum when his lips brush over the back of your neck.
"I didn't do anything, Channie," you smile to yourself when you feel him smile against your skin.
"You know how much I love these pants. You're so pretty," he speaks up again, a shy chuckle following his compliment. You reach your hand back and scratch the back of his head, letting out your own chuckle.
"You compliment me too much," you tease and pull away from your boyfriend's arms to step out the door. He follows you out and his hand quick finds your hip again, holding you possessively close to his body as you make your way to the car.
It doesn't even matter if you have a little happy trail or if you're completely bare on that little spot. He just absolutely adores it. When you wear low rise pants in public, he secretly wishes you had a hickey over your hip so everyone knows that you belong to him. Or, even better in his opinion, a tattoo of his name or initial.
I imagine him being the type to be absolutely obsessed with a tramp stamp if you have one. His fingers always tracing over the lines when heâs looking at it or when heâs drilling into you from behind.
And if you happen to have a whale tail? It's over. You aren't even making it out the house. As soon as he lays eyes on the little string of your thong hanging out the top of your pants, all he wants is to pull them down your legs with his teeth and eat you out for hours.
Lee Know: flare leggings/yoga pants
Flare leggings make everyone's butt look good. It is a known fact around the world. It is also a known fact around the world that your sweet and loving boyfriend loves a good butt.
The first time Minho saw you in some black flare leggings, he didn't think much of it. You had told him earlier that you were going to a yoga class with one of your friends. Of course you would wear something along the lines of yoga pants.
You lean over and give him a quick kiss before you turn to leave and his eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight. He was already sitting on the couch so he was essentially eye level with your ass, he had no choice but to look.
"Honey..." his voice trails off as soon as you bend over to pick up your bag from the ground, a low and involuntary groan leaving his throat. There's no way you had any underwear on and he so deeply wished he never had that thought because now his pants are significantly tighter than they were a few minutes ago.
"Yes? I need to go. What's wrong, love?" You turn to face him again. His eyes meet yours and he licks his lips before shaking his head.
"Never mind. Have fun!" He continues shaking his head, a smile cracking over his features. You eye him suspiciously before turning and heading to your yoga class.
The second time he sees you in flare leggings, you were meeting him at his house to go get some food with one of his friends and their significant other. You gently knock on the door before he opens it. His eyes immediately dart down and recognize the pants you have on, making him gulp.
You had on a cropped shirt with a cropped knit sweater and those damn black pants. You're smiling at him when his eyes finally meet yours again but his smile had quickly dropped.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" You question, a frown taking over his features as your boyfriend clenches his jaw and shakes his head before stepping to the side to let you in. You wordlessly enter and kick your shoes off.
You sit your bag down at the table and before you even realize he's behind you, you feel a sharp slap on your ass. You jump at the sudden sting and immediately turn around. Minho's eyes only meet yours for a second before a smirk covers his face.
"You want my roommates to see you in these? I think I should burn them," He raises his eyebrows at you and you look down at your outfit, still confused before looking back up at your boyfriend.
"Min, I don't-"
"What? You're going to say you haven't noticed how amazing your ass looks in these pants when you wear them? No need to lie to me, princess. There's no way you haven't noticed," he interrupts you and you feel heat creep up your neck. You look away quickly but his hand grabs your jaw, turning you towards him before pressing a kiss to your lips.
"Mhm. Do I need to cancel our little double date so I can remind you that you're all mine? And I don't like people looking at what's mine, princess. You know that," He taunts and you blink at him a few times before shaking your head at him.
"What? You don't want me to fuck you so brainless that the only thing you remember is my name? That's so unlike you. I bet you don't even have any panties on..." he trails off, his fingertips grazing over your warm cheek before he presses his knee gently between your thighs and applies pressure to where you're pulsing in need because of his filthy words.
"We only have 20 minutes until we have to leave," you breath out and he presses against your core firmer, making a moan leave your mouth and your eyes flutter shut.
"Then you better cum quick, baby," he replies before crashing his lips against yours again.
Changbin: crop tops
Even if you have insecurities about your own belly, Changbin loves it. Whether you're soft or toned, he doesn't care. He loves rubbing his hands up your warm skin under your shirt and feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin at his gentle touch.
When you two started dating, it was quite cold so you didn't wear any crop tops around him. Once the weather finally started warming up, however, you wasted no time in whipping out the cropped shirts.
You two decided to grab brunch at a local cafe before going to the park to have a picnic since the weather had started warming up. Being spring, the air was quite cool in the morning but once you two were settling in for your picnic, the sun began to shine a bit brighter and it quickly became warmer, making you open your jacket, leaving your stomach exposed to the air.
Changbin doesn't even realize you have a crop top on until you stand and throw something away in a nearby trashcan. His eyes quickly drop to your stomach and he has to fight the smile makings it way to his face.
His sweet thoughts don't last long, however. His brain quickly morphs to the thought of the two of you last night when you whined out how he was too deep.
"I'm too deep, baby?" he teases and your eyes water slightly while you nod, placing your hand on your stomach.
"I feel like you're in my guts right now," you whine and he pushes all the way in before stopping, making you whimper.
"I am in your guts right now," he counters, a smirk on his face.
Then his thoughts quickly morph into the ending of the night when he pulled out and came on your stomach. The way your skin looked covered in his cum had him almost getting hard again.
"What are you thinking about, bun?" your sweet voice pries your boyfriend from his daydream and he blinks at you before his eyes dart down to your stomach again. You smile when you see him look. It's no secret he loves your belly.
"Why do you love my belly so much?" you smile, leaning on the table between the two of you. He mimics your position and also leans on his elbows, leaning into you.
"Why do you love mine?" he counters and you look up at the sky, as if the answer would fall from it, before making eye contact with your pretty boyfriend again.
"TouchĂŠ,"Â you reply and lean forward slightly before pecking his nose gently.
Even when the two of you are laying together, no matter what position you are laying in, his hands are drawing mindless shapes all over your tummy. If you're standing together in a line and you have a crop top on, his arm is either around your waist from the side or behind, his thumb drawing shapes on your warm skin and causing chills in its wake.
If you have a belly button ring, he often finds himself also fiddling with it randomly, like a fidget toy. He also loves buying you little bellybutton jewelry and of course tops that will show it off nicely.
He especially loves if you wear a crop top and he can see faint marks of himself from the night before. What some other people may see as just a small bruise on your side, he knows is the exact outline of his thumb.
He loves seeing the little red streaks on your stomach or crescent marks in your skin from him scratching at you when things get a bit intense for him to control himself.
I also see him as adoring those funny little baby tees with silly sayings on them. Would definitely buy you a baby tee that says "My bf knows how to fight" or one that says something like "Daddy's Princess" as a joke and then get completely flustered and cute and red if you ever actually wear it asdfhkkkg i love him.
Hyunjin: skirt
Okay I don't know exactly what puts this thought in my head but I just imagined Hyunjin liking a tall girl... like I just KNOW he loves a good set of long pretty legs. Honestly even if theyâre short, I imagine he just likes long pretty legs.
So when he sees his lover in a skirt, their legs looking extra long and pretty, he loses his mind. He is definitely the type to absolutely worship every square inch of your body, so it is rare that you can actually wear skirts or shorts. Your thighs are usually littered with hickeys and bite marks that he is sure to replace every time they fade.
Itâs honestly surprising that there isnât an indent of his shoulders on the back of your thighs with how much time he spends with his head between your legs. Of course there ends up being evidence that he was down there.
He had been busy the past week and you guys havenât been able to spend much time together and if you did, it was just a quick lunch during his break or you bringing him some coffee at the company or studio.
So, when your boyfriend texts you and asks if you want to come to dinner later, you practically jump up and down at the offer. When youâre getting dressed, you find a skirt that you had completely forgotten that you had and slipped it up your thighs.
You put on a cute fur cardigan and your black skirt and some comfy heels. You made yourself look extra pretty, although it would just be you, Hyunjin, and one of his hometown friends having dinner.
When Hyunjin arrived at your house to pick you up, you stepped out your door at the same time he was stepping up your stairs and he literally freezes at the sight of you. The heels you have on do something for him all in their own (weâll save this thought for a pt 2âŚ) and your legs look extra long in the combination.
You turn, a bright smile on your face and walk towards your pretty boyfriend. His hair has started getting longer and falling in his eyes so when you walk towards him, stopping at the step above him, you tuck his hair behind his ears and press a kiss to his forehead. He leans up and you press your lips gently against his.
His arms wrap around the top of your thighs, just under your butt and he gently lifts you, turns, and places you on the sidewalk.
âHi, gorgeous,â he smiles against your lips and you canât help but smile back at your cute boyfriend.
âI missed you,â you reply and he pulls back to look at your face before pressing a kiss to your temple and humming in agreement.
The entire ride to the restaurant, Hyunjinâs hand never leaves your thigh. His fingers subconsciously toy with the hem of your skirt while he tells you about his past few days and tries to catch you up on all the tea.
He doesnât even notice your physical reaction to his hand accidentally drifting a bit higher as your skirt rides up, due to your wiggling around in your seat. He parks the car and unbuckles his seatbelt before turning his body towards you and placing both his hands on your thighs, the tips of his fingers sliding under your skirt.
He presses his lips to yours again and squeezes your thighs, making you gasp slightly into his mouth. He pulls back and looks at his hands on your thighs before settling back in his seat and getting out the car, quickly circling to open the door for you.
He holds your hand and helps you out of the car before closing the door behind you. He presses his lips to your knuckles quickly before dropping your hand and wrapping his around around your waist, settling on your hip instead.
âIâm so lucky,â he suddenly whispers and you blush. This is something you two often say to each other, both feeling equally as lucky to have each other.
He also loves skirts because of theirâŚeasy access. He is definitely the needy type that will just flip your skirt up and pull your panties to the side before fucking the daylights out of you. Whether itâs in the restroom of a restaurant or up against your front door when youâve barely stepped inside, he likes the thought of being able to get to your pussy whenever he wants.
He loves to lay you back on the bed and eat you out with the skirt pushed up over your belly or laying over his head. He has no problems teasing you and lightly brushing his fingers against your panties at any chance he gets.
He just loves you and your pretty legs and wants to show you!
Han: thigh high socks
Han Jisung! Another one who is a sucker for pretty legs. He thinks that pretty things should be decorated, this includes your thighs.
He didnât realize that seeing you in thigh high socks would get him going until Halloween came around. You two decided on matching costumes one night and you opted for a corny, overdone option, a sexy nurse and doctor. It was easy enough and the pictures would be cute so you both decided to do it.
Your sexy nurse costumes was complete with a pair of white fishnet thigh highs with red bows on the front of either thigh. Jisung was sat on your bed on his phone when you pulled the socks on and made your way over to your mirror. You pulled on some shoes then went to your vanity to top off your look with the perfect red lipstick.
When you leaned into the mirror, you knocked over some makeup which catches your boyfriendâs attention and he looks up from his phone at you. His view is you from the back, bent into your vanity and those thigh high socks hugging the plush of your thighs perfectly.
His throat ran dry and he gulps deeply before he catches your gaze in the mirror, already looking at him as you rub your lips together.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â you tease and he lets out a soft chuckle before grabbing his phone and snapping a picture of you.
âHey!â You sit up straight and turn to face him, your hands on your hips, âI was joking!â you smile and make your way towards him. When you place a knee on the bed, his eyes drop back down to the lace hugging the top of your legs.
âMm. I need to update my jacking off material. You looked a little too good bent over the desk with these on,â he grazes his fingers over the bows of your socks then around the lace then over the fishnets. You pull your other leg up on the bed, careful to leave your shoes off the comforter and place your hands around his neck.
âOh? You like them Dr, Han?â You tease and he lets out another chuckle, looking up at your face again. That damn lipstick wasnât making it any easier to not want to fuck you right now and forget about the whole Halloween party.
âI like everything you wear. You could come out in a parka or a burlap sack and I would still get hard,â he confesses and turns his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
âWhat do you like about them?â You ask, innocence lacing your tone, driving him even crazier.
âIâm thinking about how this material would feel on my cock. Especially when you start begging me to stop fucking your thighs and fuck you instead,â he places another kiss, slightly higher up your forearm, âIâm thinking about how this fishnet would feel on either side of my head,â another kiss against the inside of your elbow, then another kiss on your bicep before pulling back to look up at you.
Despite you instigating him originally, you feel yourself turn beet red at his words. He has a dirty, correction: filthy, mouth and he knows exactly how to use it to get you going (in more ways than one).
Jisung loves the way your thighs spill out the top of thigh highs when you sit down. The material barely containing your soft flesh and he just want to bite down on the skin.
If you ever have them on when you two start getting hot and heavy, the socks stay on (bc ur not gay). He rubs himself against the material, sometimes able to cum even if you arenât there with the help of the sock.
Sometimes, when heâs extra needy, heâll grab the sock from your hamper or drawer and wrap it around his cock before jacking off. He always feels like a creep afterwards but its the best way he has found to get release when heâs super pent up.
He tries to keep it a secret and you donât have the heart to tell your cute little perv of a boyfriend that you know. Until, he is going away for a while on tour and opens his suit case to a pair of his favorite thigh highs, the ones from halloween, and a note in your handwriting.
Enjoy, my baby. Send me videos<3
Felix: lace
Okay let me explain. I imagine Felix just being an absolute horny little guy who also enjoys the classics. He LOVES a good set of lingerie. Which slowly turned to him just loving lace. When he sees you in a lace, corset top it doesnât take much for his imagination to run wild.
Then when you had the audacity to show up to a party with a lace top and leather pants, he thought he was going to have an actual aneurysm. The combination of the leather and lace had him imagining he had just walked into his dream porno, you as the star.
The top was corset style and looked a little too similar to lingerie. When he asked you where you got it from and you leaned into him to whisper that you had ordered it online from a sex shop, he thoughts he was going to cum on the spot.
He could barely keep his hands off of you all night. It only worsened when you had returned to his side after a bout of dancing with some of your friends. His eyes followed a single drop of sweat that rolled down your neck and disappeared down the valley of your breasts and behind your lace shirt. That you orderedâŚfrom a sex shop.
When you two had gone shopping and you insisted he come into the dressing room with you, he didnât think anything of it. You two usually did join each other in fitting rooms and bathrooms visits, call it separation anxiety.
You pulled your shirt over your head and Felix immediately cussed under his breath, making your brow drop to a frown as you threw your shirt to his lap.
âWhat?â you question and grab the new shirt, pulling it down and turning in the mirror a few times before Felix finally replies to you.
âYouâre so fucking hot. Do you realize that? Itâs taking everything in my power to not ask you to ride me right here, right now,â he suddenly says and you freeze before slowly turning to face him.
âOh?â You question, a teasing smirk on your lips as you pull the shirt over your head again and his eyes drop to the black lace bralette again. It doesnât have much liner and it isnât helping that he can see your nipples through the bra too. Now that he knew what was under your hoodie, he wouldnât be able to focus for the rest of your day together.
âYeah. You know how I get when I see you in lace like this,â his voice is low, cautious that nobody outside the fitting room can hear your conversation. You walk towards him and place both hands on his shoulders.
He immediately leans forward and pops the bra against your skin with his teeth. Thereâs a light knock on the door and you pull away to continue trying on your clothes.
âOops. Lets save this for when we get home, mister,â you tease and wink at him before pulling down your shorts, your panties match your bra and he groans again, making you smirk to yourself.
What finally sends him over the edge is when his phone vibrates beside him while heâs on a water break. Itâs like you can sense when heâs on break and you always text him at the perfect time.
Sunshine: what do ya think? (: <link>
Felixâs jaw might as well have unhinged with how far it fell. The link took him to a site with a baby blue lingerie set. It was all lace with a few flowers strategically embroidered. He had to take a deep breath and stare at the picture for a while, trying his best to not get hard.
Sunshine: left on read? no likey?
The notification pops up at the tops of his screen and he realizes that he hasnât replied to you after practically instantly reading your message.
Lixieee: i dont like. i love. iâm hard now. thanks<3
You simply loved the message and placed the order, excited for your new set to come in.
Seungmin: spandex shorts/biker shorts
It isnât anything crazy and Seungmin swears he isnât a perv. He just knows his baby is hot and knows what you have the capability of doing to him. Heâs just a little obsessed with you.
You two were still best friends when he realized he had a thing for you in these tight little shorts. You had came to his house to just hangout. You werenât looking too special, opting for some biker shorts and a hoodie and pulling your hair up into a messy updo.
He opens the door and you immediately hold your hand out to him, handing him the coffee you had picked up for him on the way.
âHey, cutie,â you tease and step into his house before sliding your sneakers off and heading towards the living room. With your back turned, he got the opportunity to sneak a peak at your ass.
The biker shorts you had on left practically nothing to the imagination and he actually thinks he felt his heart stop when you bent over and he could make out the shape of your most private area through the shorts.
Okay maybe he was a perv.
âI like those shorts,â he comments and steps into the room before settling on the couch. You quickly plop down next to him.
âThese shorts are a hit,â you comment nonchalantly and he looks over at you, waiting for you to elaborate. You chuckle and take a sip of your coffee.
âI wore these to the gym the other day with when I hit legs with Binnie and he said the same thing,â you reply and Seungmin feels himself clench his jaw at the thought of someone else looking at you the same way he had just been.
And you hit legs with him? Does that mean that he saw you squatting in these tight little shorts. Does that mean that he also saw you bending over the same way he just had? Had Changbin also made out the shape of your sweet cunt the same way he had? He turns away from you again to face the front.
You grab his arm and push it up to the back of the couch, scooting close to him and laying your legs over his thigh that was closest to you.
âWhat? Jealous?â you tease and Seungmin chuckles humorlessly at the accusation.
âExtremely.â He deadpans and glances over at you, your smile dropping at his confession.
âW-Why is that?â He threw you off with actually confessing to being jealous. You were used to him just teasing you back and you two bickering endlessly but never this.
âBecause he got to see whatâs mine,â he replies and shrugs and you open your mouth to reply but canât think of the right words to say as a blush creeps up your neck at his words.
You definitely lose any sense of words when his hand drops to your bare thigh and starts kneading at the flesh. His hand creeps a little closer to your core and your legs fall apart slightly, granting him access. He lets out a laugh at how pliable youâre being and leans forward, setting his coffee on the table in front of you.
âNo objections to that statement?â he raises his eyebrows at you and you snap your mouth closed before shaking your head.
âYou canât use your words, pup?â The nickname wasnât anything new from him but the way his hand was rubbing your upper thigh and the way he is slowly leaning into you had your heart racing even more.
âKiss me,â you command instead and he complies, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.
I.N: his clothes
Maybe itâs his possessive side but when Jeongin sees you in his clothes, his brain goes haywire. Sometimes he thinks you look so cute, especially if the clothes are swallowing you up. But sometimes, it makes him want to kiss you until you canât breathe.
The first time you wore his clothes, it was completely unintentional. You two had just started dating and hadnât taken many big steps in your relationship. So it was much to your, and Jeonginâs, surprise when you drunkenly called him while out with your friends.
You were practically begging him to come pick you up because you missed him and he couldnât help but comply. He pulled up to the bar and you quickly made your way outside and sat down in his warm car. You smelled like straight liquor and vomit and Jeonginâs nose scrunched at the smell before he looked over at you.
âI didnât throw up. I swear. Some stranger threw up on me and my friends didnât want to leave yet. Can we go back to your house? I donât have my keysâŚâ you caught yourself about to ramble and trailed off but Jeongin just giggled at you.
âOf course,â he replies and put the car in drive before making his way to his house. Once you got there you asked if you could take a shower and borrow some clothes and he readily agreed. He sat out some shorts and a t shirt on the sink while you were in the shower and stepped back out to wait on you.
When you entered his room, he had to do everything in his power to not get hard. He had given you one of his comfiest t shirts, which also meant it was huge and it literally went almost down to your elbows.
âCome on, drunky,â he teases and lifts the blanket next to him. You blush and crawl into the bed next to him. He hands you a bottle of water and you take a few sips before handing it back to him and settling into his side.
âIâm sorry. Is this weird for you? If it is, I can go home. I know you want to take things slow but I donât know how you feel about-â
âY/n. Sweetheart,â he interrupts you and you snap your mouth shut, waiting for him to continue. He grabs under your chin and leans down, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes his toothpaste on your lips and for some reason, that also gets him going. The thought that if anyone else were to taste your lips, that they would taste like him.
âYou look so pretty in my clothes,â he pulls away to say against your lips and you chuckle before leaning in to kiss him once more.
The way that you two got caught in your relationship was actually because of a tiny little detail. It stemmed from the two of you sharing clothes.
He had gotten a custom bracelet made for himself that was literally one of a kind in the world. You had gotten dressed up to go out and forgotten to put on a bracelet at your house so you asked your boyfriend if he could bring you one to make your outfit better. He agreed of course and later when you posted pictures on social media (pc: innie), you had the bracelet on. Stay was quick to zoom in and notice that it was the same custom bracelet that Jeongin usually wore.
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the alchemy.
paige x fem!teammate! reader
word count: 2k!
warnings: uhhh, cursing? literally one suggestive-ish comment, if i think of anymore ill come back and lyk!
authors note: HIIII! this is my first time ever writing anything whatsoever, and i canât tell if i genuinely enjoy or really hate this. you gotta start somewhere though, right? đ¤đ¤đ¤
go read part two here!
this happens once every few lifetimes; these chemicals hit me like white wineâŚ
you and paige were inseparable. it didnât go unnoticed by fans, not by any means. you were a year younger than paige, you started playing for uconn her sophomore year. as soon as this was announced, paige followed you on everything, immediately commenting on any post the uconn instagram page made about you, commenting something along the lines of just saying your name in all caps with a bunch of emojis, or even, when she was feeling bold, âTheres our girl! đ¤Šđ (or, âmy girlâ if she was feeling silly that day),â and even on your own, individual posts about yourself, sheâd like and comment some form of encouragement or a subtle compliment just to hype you up, as she does the rest of the team.
she couldnât deny her nearly unbearable attraction toward the minute she first had laid eyes on you. even if it was over a tiny screen. the first time she saw you was when geno had shown the team videos of you playing and explained to them who you are, where youâre from, what position you play, and all other things they should know. you were around 5â10, and you were a point guard. you had gotten a scholarship to uconn, and obviously, you took it up. the first time paige physically saw you play, she knew you two would become close. not only working together on the court, during games and practices, but also, off of the court.
and you guys did. by the time the season started, you were sure you guys were unstoppable. every practice, you guys were fully locked in, becoming an outstanding duo together. that is, until, she got a tibial plateau fracture. she sat out a whopping 19 games after her surgery, and it was sad to see. she was such a powerful player, and now one of your best friends. games and practices didnât feel nearly as good without her, but she made you promise that youâd work everyday to improve your already very strong talent, to play for âthe both of you,â as she said. sheâd come to practices, games, and even just to your personal training sessions to provide some form of support.
what if I told you Iâm back? the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map; I havent come around in so long, but im coming back so strong.
as soon as paige was cleared by doctors to begin playing again, she worked several hours, every single day. she came back as a fucking beast. since the day she got cleared and started working her ass off, she earned the nickname âsniperâ from you. your nickname for her was âkiller,â which, is kinda where she got the idea for sniper. you both were very powerful point guards. every day since she came back, you were amazed by just how hard she was working to get back up to her already impressive level of skill. and as time went on, she got even better than before. from the wise words of your guysâ coach, geno, she literally âcame back better than she was when she was named player of the year.â
so when I touch down, call the amateurs and cut âem from the team, ditch the clowns, get the crown. baby, im the one to beat. cause the sign on your heart said itâs still reserved for me. honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?
one night, after a practice, you guys are sitting on your couch, scrolling on your phones in the living room of your apartment. she was over there often. you didnât live in a dorm, but she did, so this is where you typically hung out. you didnât get a dorm, for mainly one reason, living on campus is expensive. you personally thought that if you were gonna pay so much to live somewhere, might as well be somewhere bigger than the dorms at uconn. your parents somehow agreed, and helped you through paying for it your first few years. youâre now a junior, and paige is a senior. though, she was technically going into her junior year of playing basketball, but it was her last year as a uconn âstudent.â over the past several months, itâs beenâŚ. flirty, to say the least. youâve always been not âjust friends,â but, you never talked about it. it was just ânormalâ to you guys. you had talked about to kk once, and the conversation didnât really help. at all. not in the fucking slightest.
âwell, i mean⌠yeah, we all notice it. she justâŚ. acts so different around youâŚ? itâs not a bad difference, per se⌠itâs just like, why the fuck is she so nice to you? sheâs constantly like⌠on her knees praising you. itâs crazy, lowkey. but none of us wanna say that, so we kinda just have accepted it all season.â kk says, finally looking up from her phone at me, sitting on the edge of her bed, giving her a âplease help meâ look.
i stare at her for a few seconds, then sigh. is it actually different? does she really do that, or is kk just exaggerating, like she always does?
âkk, i donât- i donât know, dude. i donât notice it. itâs just- like-â kk interrupts me, knowing i couldnât find the words to explain what i was feeling, ânormal to you?â
i nod, putting my face in my hands and letting out another sigh. âyeah, i get that. but, also⌠like, how do you not notice it? itâs like- remember that guy she said she had a crush on, like- 7 months ago or some shit?â she said, sighing.
âyeah, why?â i say, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion on where the fuck she could possibly be going with this.
âshe literally flirted with you more than she flirted with him. then, she rejected him, and said there was âno reason behind itâŚ.â is that not suspiscious to you? in that one picture of you guys and the weird ass dude she apparently liked, sheâs leaning closer to you than she is him? does that not even slightly spark a tad bit of suspiscion?â kk says, getting frustrated that im not seeing her point here.
âi mean- no? i didnât even notice it, kk.â I say, shaking my head in disbelief. âexactly my point,â kk says, sitting up to really try to get her point across. âshe acts like sheâs in love with you, and heaven forbid you notice it even slightly. i could name so many things that just, like- we have all noticed, and paige knows weâve noticed. like, that time that one bitch was pushing you on the court the entire game, and paige eventually got pissed off and pushed her back off of you, then got a fucking technical foul over itâŚ? or, how about when she gets drunk, she literally is all over you. like, hugging you, holding you, falling asleep on the couch with you literally on top of her? is that not somehow making you just use that little brain in your head?â kk says, and i just stare in thought. maybe she was right. maybe it is more than a close friendship.
you snap out of your thoughts as paige says your name, looking over at her. âyeah?â you say, trying to seem cool.
âare you okay? you just spaced out for likeâŚ. 10 minutesâŚâ paige says, turning her phone off sitting her it down on her chest. âoh, yeah,â I say, chuckling. thatâs fucking embarrassing, you thought. but why wouldnât she notice it? she notices everything about you.
âyâknow⌠you did really good today,â paige says smiling at you. you smile too, looking down at your hands, âthanks. you literally always do good, so. no point in boosting your ego any more than it already is.â you say, looking back up to meet her gaze.
âi call you killer for a reason, you know that, right? youâre fucking phenomenal.â and she meant it. you were a goddess, in her eyes. if there was any person closest to heaven on this earth. itâs you. everything about you. she couldnât get enough of you, and if it was up to her, sheâd show you just how perfect you are to her. you smile, shaking your head in disbelief. âyouâre insane.â
âim literally complimenting you, idiot- how does this make me insane,â paige says, laughing. you shrug, shaking your head. âyou know, youâre my bestfriend, right? like, the best, best-friend iâve ever had? â paige says, after a few seconds of silence. you look back up, your gaze softening, your big grin also softening into a sweet smile. kk was right, you thought. you knew what that was. you knew what she meant. she is in love.
hey, you. what if I told you weâre cool? that childâs play back in school is forgiven under my rule. i havent come around in so long, but Iâm making a come-back to where I belong.
you sit in your room in silence, staring at the ceiling. you keep replaying things in your mind, things sheâs said. things sheâs done. you knew you liked girls, you knew you liked paige. but, at what cost? did your whole friendship form from the attraction you guys had from the start? was this random to her? were you guys ever going to talk about it? this whole situation is ridiculous. right now, paige is visiting her family in minnesota. youâve met them before, and you loved her little brother, drew, like your own brother. he was precious to you. but, this time you didnât go, you had to stay back and practice. which, sounds ridiculous to paige given that youâre already the best player in the world to her. but, you knew youâd been slacking on practicing and certain skills you were supposed to be good at. you didnât want to let her down. or the team, of course. but, paige specifically.
these bloakes warm the benches, weâve been on a winning streak. (s)he jokes that itâs heroin but this time with an âe.â
today, you guys had a game. you were always pretty hard on yourself, but, today was worse. paige noticed this, quickly. as she always does. right before halftime, you shoot a three. you make it, but, it still was kinda sloppy. not all of your shots were sloppy, of course. but, today you felt like shit and were on your period. you didnât feel great, and you were pissed off that the girl guarding you was on your ass all damn game. the girl in question was no other than kate martin, who was always on your ass specifically, when you guys played iowa. it was infuriating, and not to mention that you kept getting fouls called on you by a ref who clearly doesnât realize that kate wonât stay off of your case. as soon as half-time hits, you walk over to the bench, muttering a âholy fucking shitâ under your breath. you sit down, paige immediately following after you, sitting beside you.
âhey, killerâŚ. itâs okay, i promise. youâre doing so, so good.â paige says, leaning closer to you trying to reassure you in a soft, gentle tone.
âdoesnt feel like it.â you say, grumpily, grabbing your water and taking a drink of it. âi know, but hey,â she says, smiling. âyouâre fuckinâ killing it. if it makes you feel any better, you scored and knocked her down because of how close she was to you, maybe sheâll back off. butâŚâ she says, pausing. âdo not get a tech because of her.â you look over at her, slowly nodding. âyeah, im trying. but, the next time she gets in my face, iâm knocking her to the fucking ground again.â you say, quietly. paige smiles, âno being too aggressive⌠i mean, yes, be aggressive. but, no techs.â
âyeah, yeah. okay, idiot face. iâll try.â you say and paige smiles wider, shaking her head.
as the game continues, weâre up by a solid two points. youre now in the last 45 seconds of the game. iowa has the ball, clark scores a 3 on paige. of fucking course, you think.
kk gets the rebound, and we get the ball, finally. with now only 30 seconds left, youâre panicking. youâre losing by one damn point. geno calls a time out out to the ref, the ref granting him this and you all huddle over. paige leans over to you, mumbling a, âyouâve got this, killer. im leaving this up to you. you wonât let me down.â you smile, nodding. she smiles at you for a few seconds. she is so whipped, and itâs obvious. youâre addicting. youâre like heroin, but with a fucking âe,â paige thinks.
shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads. beer sticking to the floor, cheers chanted, cause they said, âthere was no chance, tryna be the greatest in the league.â whereâs the trophy? (s)he just comes runninâ over to me.
as the game resumes, the ball is passed to paige. 15 seconds. the time is ticking, so, so fast. paige does a pump fake, immediately passing the ball to you. you catch it, turning slightly so you can dribble around martin, whoâs still on your ass. you nearly lose the ball. youâre wasting too much time time, you think. you glance up at the clock. 5 seconds. you try to think fast, then quickly preform a fake pass to paige, then as soon as kate turns her attention toward paige, you shoot directly behind the point the three-point line, and you make it. the buzzer sounds. you look over at the score counters, wondering if itâs able to be counted. they announce it is, and you feel like youâve never been happier than in that damn moment. your entire team is screaming, all of the fans in the bleachers standing up and cheering. you place your hands on your knees, leaning down and panting while smiling. thatâs when you see paige, her shirt is lifted up so her stomach is showing, still cheering. smiling ear to ear, she suddenly runs over to you from across the court. she hugs you, picking you up and spinning you around.
this type of shit only happens once every few lifetimes. who are you to deny your love for her any longer? who are you to fight the general chemistry between you two? who are you to fight the alchemy?
a/n: RAHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LOVED IT IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS ASS!!!! IF YOURE READING THIS RN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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I have something worse up my sleeve on Vander that idk if im gonna post that includes the shimmered up version of him we see for 10 seconds before he dies and some bussy gobbling if yk what i mean đđĽąđĽ
Vander x Reader - General Relationship HC's
Warnings: Swearing cuz we fukin' balling
Beefy
b e e f y
He gives really great hugs, obviously. He's got so much meat on him that he feels like a really large pillow, and I'm here for it. And if you're reading this, I guess you're for it too đ¤ˇââď¸
Crazy protective, too. Man doesn't love easily after what happened with Silco, but when he does, mwah, you are not leaving his sight for longer than an hour before someone on his side is just "keeping an eye on you"
Vander loves jokes. Especially dad jokes. Because he's a dad. Please joke with him. Please, his kids always respond with "ughghh" and all he wants is an adoring audience. Please be that for him.
"What's the time?"
"It's... time to get a watch!" *big goofy grin*
"Hah- hahahahhahahahhaahhaahhaha please, Vander."
"Right, sorry. It's a quarter past seven, love."
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Anyway, Vander loves nicknames. Like, a lot a lot. He loves nicknames. What one's? Great question. Take a guess. He loves playing games with you and this is one of those games
Guess.
If you said anything along the lines of sweetheart, love, sweetie, or honey. You'd be right. He loves using generic nicknames with you because he wants to be as domestic as possible.
He likes to feel like his life is as normal as can be despite it being absolutely the opposite of that. He loves his children, and he loves you, so why not make the most of it? At least, that's what he figures.
The wackiest shit happens sometimes. There's a real mix of interactions in his little family and we living for all of them.
"Can you pass the sa-?"
*glitter bomb explosion from Powder's bunk*
"Oh, for the love of- POWDER, ARE YOU OKAY?!?"
His kids are all extraordinary. Mylo is very charismatic and is able to talk his way out of a lot of trouble, Claggor is great at lifting heavy shit, Vi can punch the daylights out of everyone, and Powder has the potential to be a great inventor someday. His goal is to inspire them all to be the best versions of themselves and to always be kind when they're able to despite living in the meanest area around.
You are also very intertwined with his children's lives to the point where they're basically your kids as well. If you didn't want that, break up with him. He's a package deal. All or nothing.
"Hey... what's that you're tinkering with, Pow Pow?"
"It's a bomb."
"It's a what."
"She means- uhm- it's full of confetti...? For... For Mylo's birthday! Y'know, that's totally coming up soon."
"Wait, my birthday isn't-"
"Yeah, yeah... for Mylo's birthday!" *innocent smile*
"For some reason... i d o n ' t b e l i e v e t h a t . . . Just... just stay out of trouble. As much as possible."
The kids treat you like a member of the family as well if you couldn't tell. They latch onto you, some take longer than others but they all eventually view you as their other parent.
First it was Powder, then it was Claggor, followed by Vi and then Mylo a little later on.
Vander actually wants to make it official with you someday and make you stay with him and his family forever by proposing to you, but with the current state of the Undercity, he may never get to. He's a busy, busy man, trying to hold the Lanes together. Sometimes, he gets too focused on that and forgets to share his attention around when crime is really bad.
But even just being around helps him out đŤĄ
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Knock knock đŞâ- Is anyone out there?! For some reason the bug has only been biting me to write late at night, so Iâm sorry Iâve been posting so late lately (lol) but I hope that some lip smutty fluff brightens up your morning! (p.s. ; yes I know there are still 17 asks rotting away in my box. I prooomise Iâm getting to them. Iâm wanting to do asks how I usually do them, which is giving you an 8-10k plot instead of just what I can write on my phone since I donât have a laptop at the moment, but I swear im trying to get a new one suuuuper soon!!! I love you all!!)
Iâve been thinking all day, probably since it is Carnival season after all - about how fun it would be to go to a Carnival with Lip over summer break, or even take a roadtrip to Cedar Point together and make a whole week out of it?! Eeee our prince deserves some fun time! I just know heâs the kind that is such a kid at heart, he grew up with so many siblings! He also has Frannie around, so he would totally love stuff like that (more BTC)
(Warnings for BTC: AFAB reader, No physical attributes for reader are described other then r/ has long hair, Smut!!!, No use of Y/N {r/ goes by pet names like baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.}, Fluff {happy lip!!}, Established relationship, College!Lip, sweet older-brother vibes from Lip, vomiting (r throws up cotton candy, itâs not too bad or long though!) , No âtypicalâ Gallagher drama to be found! {giving our mans a break!!} , not heavily edited, sweet/caring BF!Lip) [if I missed any please let me know in the comments!]
So youâd get there probably just as the sun is setting âbecause thatâs the most romantic time to goâ heâd teased, in your ear earlier that afternoon between heavy needy kisses that you shared the moment heâd gotten home from work and he tugged you up to his bedroom since the house had been empty, he was going to use that time ever wisely.
He had been talking up this grand fun night together when the Carnival Fair was finally coming to town that weekend. It was going to be a wonderful chance for you and him to get some nice time alone, especially after finishing out your spring semester of school and having the summer off. Heâd been working the summer at Patsyâs, so he told you he was gonna have all the money a girl could dream to get cotton candy and funnel cake since youâd gushed about how when you were a kid those were your favorite to get.
He had wrapped his beat up Jean jacket around your shoulders as you walked after he bought your tickets, even though it was nearing the middle of August and during the day summer was in full swing - fall had already begun to creep in at night causing goosebumps to arise on your arms. âHave I ever told you what a gentleman you are, Gallagher?â You kiss his cheek gently and he chuckled, shaking his head a bit
âTakinâ care of you is my job baby.â He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head gently as you waited in line together to get a big bag of cotton candy to share.
âWell youâre really good at that job- you should give yourself a promotionâ you held up your left hand jokingly, wiggling your ring finger and he lets out a chuckle, heat creeping to his cheeks that you couldnât help but feel a rush of pride in your chest for being the reason of.
âI promise I will promote myself as soon as I can find it in the budgetâ he mused, lacing your fingers together as you head up to the counter and the guy a few years younger then the two of you asked what he could get for him- and he looked at you âyou still want the bag one, yea?â He confirmed.
You looked at lip like he had hung the moon in the sky that night, you usually looked at him that way. How he was so kind, and attentive in the way he loved you. How he yearned to take care of you, he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. He made you the happiest girl in the world just by remembering you told him cotton candy was your favorite fair treat so getting right in line for it with you the moment you got there. Because it was what you liked, what made you happy.
âYes, thank you babyâ you planted a little kiss on his neck, since you couldnât reach his lips when he wasnât ducking his head to kiss you as he handled the paying and the conversation. Being taken care of had become routine for you, pampered- loved. Thatâs how you felt when you were around lip, loved- and seen.
Your next stop after sitting and munching on cotton candy until you nearly gave yourself a tummy ache, causing Lip to have to tie off the rest of the bag yo keep your sneaky fingers from getting in when he wasnât looking - was the strongman game.
You giggle and point âBabyyyyy! Youâre so strong- look at that cute pink unicorn!! I can cuddle it when youâre at work! Pleeeeease Lip, can you win it for me baby? Pretty pleeeease?â You beg sweetly, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing along his jaw to sweeten the deal.
He chuckled a bit, looking at the top rack where said obnoxiously large unicorn was zip tied to the grate, looking down at you before back up at it and sighing a bit to himself âI can win it - but do I particularly wanna carry it around the rest of the night?â He looked down at you again to see your fluttering lashes and pouty bottom lip.
âFor your lady? For your bestest girl in the whole world? Pleeeease? You work too much who am I gonna snuggle!â You stand on your tip toes and peck his lips âif I was strong enough to do it myself I would but I need my big strong man to do it for meâ you emphasize for added pizazz and he snorts a laugh, patting your ass playfully and giving it a squeeze.
âYou are a damn good manipulatorâ he teased as he dug out his wallet, grabbing a 5 dollar bill that it costed for the three swings âgimme a real kiss- yâknow, luck and shitâ he puckered his lips, ducking his head and you giggle, happily squeaking as you plant a juicy loving kiss on his lips, your hand finding the back of his neck and stroking gently
âThank you best boyfriend in the worldâ you giggle happily and stood to the side as he handed the guy the money
âSo uh- what do I need to do fâthe horseâ he nodded at the pink unicorn with a rainbow tail.
âItâs a unicorn, baby!â You remind and he rolled his eyes playfully
âThe fuckin unicorn, then, what do I need tâdoâ he asked the man running the game booth
âHave to get 100% on one of your 3 tries.â He explained, putting the money in the cash box and Lip nodded
âEasy enoughâ he picked up the mallet, rolling his shoulders a few times to stretch them out.
âYou got this baby!!!â You clap happily and watch as he takes his first swing and the little piece races up and hits 96% causing you to jump up and down happily âGood job baby!!!â You giggled and he smiled at your sweet, encouraging reaction even for something as silly as a carnival game, something he always adored about you is your undying support and encouragement for the people you love. He always felt when you were around that he could just be himself and somehow, that was enough, all on its own.
âNot bad for a first swing âeh?â He mused with a playful cockiness and since it wasnât all too common someone could really get 100% on the thing, a small crowd of 5 or so carnival goers had stopped to see if he was going to get it.
âNot bad at all, Iâm already thinking of names for our soon to be adopted unicorn babyâ you said and he chuckled a bit, lifting his arms to take his next swing and you couldnât help but realize how the hem of his black T-shirt rode up when he did, exposing his v-line and happy trail just a bit. You bit your lip gently at the sight, also not missing the sexy little grunt that left his throat when he used all his strength slamming down on the platform with the mallet.
The little knob races up and pangs the bell, announcing that Lip had in fact hit the 100% threshold - breaking you out of your lustful gaze and dirty thoughts that nearly constantly plagued your mind when he was around, the man was walking sex - how could you deny yourself? You gasped and cheered, rushing up to Lip and jumping into a hug âBaby! Oh my god, I love you! I knew you could do it!â You laughed excitedly, kissing him back passionately as he held you safely around his waist, spinning around with you once and chuckling as he set you down, his cheeks slightly pink when he realized there were still a few stragglers hanging about who had watched him win.
It wasnât that he wasnât comfortable with PDA, he actually quite loved showing you off, and showing the fact that you loved him off. It made him feel special, wanted. But the two of you had gotten more then just affectionate, you werenât just the girl of the month that he was screwing to let off steam. He didnât even realize that the whole âlove of your lifeâ thing was real - or possible for someone like him none-the-less.
But as dopey and love sick as it sounded to him in his head, he knew there are absolutely people out there who arenât loved as proudly as him by someone like you, so any testament of that love and how lucky he was to have it made his chest swell with pride. You were his girlfriend, his lady. Nothing you could ever do would embarrass him.
âUnicorn, right?â The man asked and you nodded excitedly.
âBaby Glitter Gallagher! Isnât that so cute? Our very first baby togetherâ you giggle as the man handed over the large stuffed toy and you give it a big hug âthaaaank you lipâ you said sweetly
âBaby Glitter - so baby is the first name, glitter is her middle name? Or is it baby-glitter like MarySue or some shit?â He asked, causing you to laugh as you walked with him in search of your next adventure to partake in together.
âBabyGlitter is like MarySue, Iâm glad we clarified. Sheâs absolutely a Gallagher, though. So step up or cough up child support is all Iâm sayinââ you joked, earning another adorable chuckle from him.
Your next stop was one that Lip had pointed out, so you felt like it was mandated to stop and partake because it was the first thing he had mentioned on his own since you had gotten here; the zipper ride. You had spent the last 10 minutes in line as you waited for the group in front of yours to go, telling him that you could absolutely handle it.
âGallagher, are you callinâ me a crybaby?â You teased, playfulness edging your tone. âCause last I checked I can handle myself, even if I like having a sexy man around to protect meâ you smiled, kissing his jaw gently. He chuckled at that, shaking his head and holding his left arm around your waist while his other was holding onto your new member of the family, as well as your remaining cotton candy that was deemed a hostage until at least the end of the night.
âIâm not- Iâm not!â He holds the cotton candy up in defense jokingly âIâm just sayin I know you donât like goinâ upside down is all and if I wanna go on the ride I wanna have fun.. when Ian and I used to ride it weâd be flipping the whole way around it was so fuckin fun.â He chuckled a bit at the memory, bringing a happy warmth to your chest. It was rare that the Gallagher kids got to make real, childhood memories together. So that all the more made you want to do this with him, to be a part of his nostalgia and nurture it the way he always made an effort to be a part of yours.
âWell then I wanna have fun! Iâm not a baby weâll be fine, I have you to protect meâ you kiss his cheek as you got to the front of the line waiting to be let on the ride. He gives you a gentle peck on the lips before kissing your cheek
âDonât say I didnât warn you, princessâ he said, putting your things he had been holding for you over to the side with the rest of the carnival goers. He helped you up the platform steps, always being sure you never tripped and kept your fingers laced, rubbing the back of your hand gently with his hand as the man unlocked and opened the cage door, a creaky noise coming from it as he does so.
âThereâs no-â you swallow thickly when you realize there was no seatbelts, and lip gave you a âtold you soâ look, allbeit playful, it only egged on your petulant pride and you shrug. âNo seatbelts, makes for more fun, right?â You muse, stepping in and lip got in right next to you, your shoulders and arms pressed up against one another.
âThatâs the best partâ Lip smirked, holding onto the grip bars when the man clanked the door shut, dropping the lock bar in place and you were suddenly moving. Everything was no longer steady, and it felt as if you were trapped in a fan blade rocking back and forth ready to flip over any which way.
âLipâ you said, concern etching your voice. He was right, Lip usually was right, as annoying as it is for you most days. You didnât particularly like heights, or being spun in circles, and mixing that with being trapped in a tiny metal cage was bringing those fears right to the surface and you werenât quite sure what made your ego so big before you got on.
âWhat baby? You scared?â He teased, playfulness edging his voice. He begins to rock his weight back and forth, the whole cage rattling and clanging as he does so. The hinges seem to creak and you can see in your mind the gruesome terror that would unfold if the cage door just so happened to give out.
âStop- stop it- itâs broken! Donât you hear it, Lip? We gotta get off!â you said worriedly and he laughed like a masochistic 7 year old boy, rocking his weight more dramatically until you were fully laying down before swinging the other way and laying on said creaky cage door while you look below at the 50 foot drop and knuckles popped from gripping the grab bars on the cage door so hard
He chuckled more âbaby itâs fine itâs not gonna break. Cmon letâs do a flipâ he said, throwing all his weight back and you squeal as your suddenly hanging upside down and he laughs loudly âwoops! Guess weâre stuck till we start movingâ he teases and you whine, feet dangling off the floor of the cage
âPhillip Gallagher youâre the meanest boyfriend in the whole world!â You shout, causing him to laugh and you heard a chuckle from the riders below you at your current misfortune
âI thought I was the nicest boyfriend also the proud father of- what was it-â heâs cut off as the ride starts again to let more riders on and you flip forward, swinging back and forth dramatically as the cage once again balanced your weight. You seized the opportunity to slap his shoulder once you found your footing
âYou could have killed us!â You said but couldnât help the big smile on your lips.
âThen I guess Baby Glitter Gallagher would have been an orphan before she even made it homeâ he mused, before giving you a kiss on the lips.
âThis is why no more cotton candy babeâ Lip said gently as he held your hair back and you puke up bright purple lemonade mixed with your blue and pink cotton candy.
âYeah- kinda pretty though, right like -â you pause to gag, more sugary neon purple mess splashing into the unfortunate bush you had decided to victimize tonight after your what felt like hundreds of flips on the zipper ride. âI would totally get my nails this color-â you sniffle, spitting in the bush to rid your mouth of the slimey after puke feeling before standing and wiping your mouth with the back of your forearm.
He chuckled a bit, shaking his head as he dug around in the pocket of his Jean jacket that sat atop your unicorn for safe keeping and pulling out a small flask âopenâ he tilted your head back and you scrunch your nose, obeying and opening your mouth. âSorry- but I know Yâgonna wanna kiss me and I donât want to taste yâvomit babe, as much as I love youâ he dribbled a mouthful of vodka in your mouth and you scrunch your face and whine slightly as you swished it around, gargling a bit for good measure before spitting it into the poor little bush and turning back to him to see he was finishing off the flask while you did so before putting it back in his jacket pocket.
âI think you need some water, and we should sit and relax fâr a second âhuh?â He rubbed your arm gently before pulling you into a comforting hug and kissing the top of your head. You shut your eyes, enjoying the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the musky earthy scent of tobacco and weed heâd consumed earlier.
âYeah- but letâs stay over here. Well, maybe not by puke bush. But where itâs quiet. I know you probably want a smokeâ you sat down next to a tree and he joined you, resting your unicorn next to his lap
âThis fuckin thing is gonna take up my whole side of the bedâ he muttered as he dug out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, lighting one between his lips
âMmm, only when youâre not home. Gimme someâ you said sweetly. He looked over, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth and you sucked it down graciously, eyes fluttering shut at the short light feeling it gave your mind since you were only getting half of its effects.
âBetter be you know I like doin butt rubs after a day at workâ he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, shorter this time because it was inturupted by a giggle from you. He was right, Lip loved to lay in bed in the dark with you, detailing what had went on at work that day while he felt up your ass. It wasnât strictly sexual, (although a lot of times it ended that way) it was more aâŚstress toy for him to play with as he went on.
âI love butt rub time. I was actually thinking about that earlier. One of the best times of the dayâ you wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face in his neck and kissing the warm skin gently as he took another drag.
âYeah baby?â He kissed your temple gently, squeezing your side and lifting up the helm of your shirt to run his fingers along your bare skin. The action brings goosebumps to your skin, calming but sensual. Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle affections, enjoying the carefree laughter and joyful screams from the carnival a hundred feet or so away, mixing with the gentle quiet sounds of crickets chirping in the woods.
âI love all our time.â You assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his warm broad shoulder.
The next thing you decided to do, after being sure to make a pit stop for ice water and Lip being sure you drank a decent amount - was a calm pretty swing ride. It had a lot of hight to it, but that was mostly so you could get a good view of the city while you swung around at a fast (but not dizzying) pace.
You got in line behind a pregnant mother and her young daughter, who looked to be not much older then Frannie. Smiling to yourself, you thought what it may be like to have kids with Lip some day. You didnât want that day to be soon, of course. You and Lip had promised eachother that you wanted to finish college. He wanted to make it out of the south side, and while you were a Chicago transplant, you still understood why that was from the stories he told you of their growing up. You wanted to be sure that any family planning would stay far off until you and Lip were both working adult jobs, and had a house or something - when you were real adults.
You hadnât even realized youâd made it to the front of the line, and were being broken out of your dreamland daze when the little girl stomps her feet âbut mommy! We waited all this time! I wanna go on!â She said getting increasingly upset as the ride operator explained that single riders had to be of a certain height
âI know baby but mommyâs belly is too big - I canât go on itâll hurt your little sister! Iâm sorry, honey. I really am.â The mother tried to explain, and Lip, being the brotherly gentleman he is spoke up.
âUh- Iâll take âer for you, Maâam - If thatâs cool with you- babe are you good on your own?â He asked you and you felt yourself swoon like this was some romance movie and not real life. You nodded with a big smile
âHeâs got so many siblings - heâs gonna look after her real well, Iâll sit right behind them!â You gushed and the woman lights up
âOh gosh- would it be a hassle?â She asked
âMommyyyy! Please! Pleeeeease!! Iâll listen so good!â She jumped excitedly and the mother looked at Lip before looking back at her.
âFine- but you better listen! You hear me! Give this nice boy no trouble at all missyâ she said, handing her hand over to Lip and she giggled excitedly
âThank you mister! Thank you sooo much!â She gushed, throwing her arms around his hips and giving him a big hug. You pout at the adorable sight in front of you, following behind to sit in the single seat behind the double theyâd be sitting in.
âIâm Marley, Iâm 5, whatâs your name?â She asked as Lip helped her into the seat before sitting next to her and adjusting the lap bar.
âIâm Lipâ he said, causing her to giggle
âThatâs a silly name- Lippy lip lipâ she repeats as she swings her legs back and forth in that darling childlike way. âAre you a grown up?â She asked him and he chuckled a bit, realizing like when Debbie was little- this carnival ride was going to turn into more of an interrogation then anything else.
âI guess you could say that, yeah.â He said. You watched them with sparkling eyes, a big grin on your face as you saw just how good he was with her. Lip was always good with kids. They took to him because he would usually speak to them how he spoke to other adults (minus as much swearing as he could remember to omit) and that made them feel special, equal. Which is one of the many things he can say he wanted as a kid, and never got. So he did his best to pay it forward.
By the time youâd gotten to the top the wind was louder at the height as you spun so you were no longer able to hear their conversation so clear. You looked at the twinkling lights of Chicago below, trying to see if you could pick out the Gallagher house just by your mental map of the city youâd made in the few years youâd been living here. You did hear though when the girl started giggling wildly, drawing your attention back to them and you saw Lip pretending to be fully limp and dead in the seat next to the girl, tongue hanging out of his mouth and everything.
You shook your head, rolling your eyes at his silly antics. Even though he held up a hard exterior a lot of the time, you knew deep down he was a kid at heart which is why they liked him so much. When you got back down and hopped out of your seat, you greet him with a kiss âdid he give you too much trouble?â You asked Marley and she giggled, shaking her head.
âNo- Thank you, Lippy Lipâ she told him giving him another sweet hug. You returned her to her mother and Lip told her they were welcome to Patsyâs for a piece of pie on the house any time which just made your heart swell even more at how generous and kind he was, even to a stranger he just met.
âYou are just the sweetest- thank you so much, Sorry what was your name I never caught it-â
âLIP! Lippy lip lip lip!â The girl sings again, gasping when you came over with your large unicorn âSheâs so fluffy Iâm gonna die!â She squealed, hugging it tight âwhatâs its name?â She asked you, looking up with a bright sugar rush smile. This kids gonna sleep good tonight
âUh- Baby Glitter!â You told her and she smiled
âBaby glitter is perfectâ she told you and her mother giggled, a bit nervously at all of her energy likely so far past her bedtime.
âWell, Lip- thank you again. Weâre gonna have to check out your restaurant! Alright Marley say goodbye to your new friend we have to go home now I said just one more rideâ her mother told her and she pouted, handed your unicorn back over.
âByeee Lip, I had fun playing with youâ she gave him one last hug and you felt like your heart could explode with the way he ruffled her hair and pat her back in such a brotherly way.
âYou too kid, be good fâyâr mom heard?â He told her and she nods, taking her momâs hand and they head off into the crowd.
âYouâd be a good dadâ you said softly, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with yours. He laughed, shaking his head
âShe was just a good kidâ he counters.
Youâd ended up together at the ferris wheel, luckily it wasnât one that had to be balanced with weight so you could snuggle up to Lip with his jacket wrapped tight around you and legs over his lap. As soon as you got far enough from the ride operator he even pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and resting his head back as he blew the smoke out.
You sat and just watched him, admiring the way his Adamâs apple bobbed when he swallowed or the way he adorably sniffled once in a while since the poor guy had year round allergies it seemed, and never bothered with Zyrtec or any allergy medicine at all. âYouâre prettyâ you said softly, chin resting on his pec as you as you watched him.
He chuckled a bit, his cheeks flushing a cute pink. Before you, no one had ever called Lip âcuteâ - He had been called a plethora of things.
Disobedient, disorderly, rude, loud, obnoxious, violent, a bad influence, a waste of potential -
But pretty? That was something that started (and he told himself very likely ended) with you.
âThatâs all you câmereâ he tilted your chin up, giving you a sweet and tender kiss, cupping your cheek with his other hand and stroking his thumb across it. When he pulled from your lips he kissed across your forehead and browbone, down your nose to your cheekbones and then leaving one final lingering kiss on your jaw before having another drag of his cigarette casually. Your heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest, and your belly was swarming with so many butterflies it was as if migration season came early.
But that wasnât new, it felt like that every day with lip. Ever the gentle, sweet, kind, affectionate man you had yearned for every past boyfriend to be for you. But you figured it was just the universes way of teaching you to appreciate French Vanilla Bean type of love - rich, fulfilling as opposed to the cheap watered down fake chemical crap that comes in a bottle with a squeeze lid.
So many emotions washed over you, gratitude, love, fulfillment, appreciation, but for some reason what won over- was lust. You werenât quite sure where it came from, but by the time you had stopped at the top, you were in the depths of a passionate, heated makeout session - cigarette long crushed out.
The smoke scent clung to his palms that cradled your cheeks as if you were a fine porcelain doll to be cherished and gently caressed. He hummed softly, disconnecting your lips and soft puffs of breath fanning over your spit-slick lips as his mind short circuited a moment due to your hand trailing down and popping the button of his jeans, and pulling him free of his boxers and pants.
âYou sure?â He asked carefully, hands trailing to your shoulders and squeezing them gently as if to silently tell you it was ok if you just got too caught up in the lust of it all. Lip Gallagher - ever the gentleman. In response you gently stroke over him, using the pre that had started to leak out of his hardening pink tip to give yourself some lubricating before reconnecting your lips once more, opening your mouth for him.
A small whine escaped your throat when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hips rutting up into your hand subconsciously. His stomach muscles flex under your touch as you slightly tighten your grasp, twisting your hand with each return pass.
Such actions was causing him to lose all resolve. He panted softly into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue, breaking to grunt softly at the feeling of his dick trying to twitch at the delicious stimulation you provided but being unable to due to the literal grip you had on him.
âDoinâ so good- so fuckin good baby - god. Jesus fuckin Christ. Such a good girl fâme, huh?â He praised, giving you more sloppy kisses to be sure no moans escaped his throat and if they did would be muffled most of the way by your mouth.
You hummed at the praise tilting your head down and letting a glob of spit fall into your hand, using it as added slick to pump your hand faster and he bit his lip, nose scrunching adorably as he tried to hold himself back. âYou gonna cum? Mm? Wanna cum in my hand baby?â You said in the shell of his ear hotly before taking the lobe between your teeth, slowing your strokes and rubbing over his sensitive leaky tip with the silky soft pad of your tongue.
The action made his jaw fall slack, head resting over the ledge of the ride and as you started moving again you quickened your pace realizing you were on your decent back to the bottom. âYeah? Er you want me to swallow it? Hmm? Get on my knees for you-â you goad, egging on his release.
He looks at you and nodded fervently, rendered speechless by the actions of your hand causing you giggle a bit- getting on your knees and out of sheer routine Lip gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watched as you took him into your mouth, giving his tip sensual little kitten lips and tapping his cock against your tongue making soft wet thudding noises only to be heard by the two of you.
âSo fuckin filthy- huh? So eager to have a mouthfulâa cum with all these people around?â He eases your head down and you let your jaw fall more slack, swirling and slurping your tongue around him how youâd learned drives him wild.
It wasnât long of lewd slurping and soft moans of enjoyment coming from you as you continued to get him off, before you felt it.
Success.
You braced yourself as he began using your hair to roughly fuck your face, panting softly as he worked himself through his high. âJeeeesus - good fuckinâ girl, yeah? Thatâs my good fuckin girl- my girlâ He rambled on as he worked himself through his high. You swirl and slurp around him, swallowing down all you could before he pulled you off
âSo fuckin pretty with a mouth fullâaâcum, howâs that possible?â He pats your cheek lovingly as you opened your mouth to show the stringy sticky white mess he left. You shrugged a bit, smiling friskely and swallowing, making a show of licking your lips off and he grabbed your jaw, collecting the mix of saliva and cum on your chin with the pad of this thumb before sticking it in your mouth
âClean it upâ he ordered and in turn you sucked the digit clean obediently. âGood girl, now come act decent in frontâaâthese people, yeah?â He tapped your cheek lightly and fixed his jeans and boxers as you come and plop back down next to him, licking your swollen lips that were adorned with a satisfied smirk as you completed your decent to the bottom
âMmmm- oh my god literally the trip here was worth it just for this itâs the bestâ you hum softly, taking another bite of funnel cake from between Lips fingers when he put it to your mouth.
âCanât lie itâs pretty fuckin goodâ he said, popping another piece in his mouth.
âCan you believe there are sinners in the world that put marinara sauce on this?!â You said and Lip starts laughing, shaking his head. âWhat? What!! Itâs gross, you like it?â You asked not sure what was so funny
âBaby- babeâ he coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath âoh god- yâfuckin kill me, kid. Thatâs fried dough, people do that with- youâre right, someone would be a fucking psychopath if they put marinara sauce on their cakeâ he said and you started laughing as well, shaking your head at your own confusion
âI love youâ you said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He blushed a bit, turning his face and giving you a real kiss. A kiss that tasted like tobacco and powdered sugar, and sticky sweet love.
âI love you, babyâ he said in that soft low way you loved.
From that year on, the Carnival was a yearly date for the two of you.
A/N: EEE! My longest Lip fic to date!!! I hope you enjoyed, if you did please be sure to like / reblog to let me know â¤ď¸ as always, (kind) critiques & feedback are always SO appreciated! Ilyilyilyyy all!!!
D/C: @carmybrainworms - Wormy stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night beta reading this for me, Wormy đŞą, thank you for tasting my potatoes so many times!!! I love you down bbg
@mouseymilkovich - Mousey Mouse đ! Thank you so much for all your encouragement in writing Lip & inspiring me to do so! I love you so much â¤ď¸
@carmenberzattosgf - My sweetest Martini đ¸, thank you for always lifting me up on hard days, supporting my work, being an all around kick ass friend, and feeding the fandom with your amazing Carmy goodness while Iâve been on this Lip kick! Smooches for days for you (you already know thatđđđ)
& finally, @daysofyellowroses - my lovely flower đź, welcome back to the app baby!!! We missed you so much, even though weâve been talking BTS, I am happy to see the writing bug has paid you a visit (a very good one that Kerry fic still has me sweating)
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Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 9!
I'm back!! I hope you missed me as much as I missed posting lmao This chapter wasn't planned honestly, I wanted to write directly their beach 'date', but then this happened and I decided it's gonna be one more chapter before the date - sorry xD I bet y'all are tired of this slow burn, but i promise they're gonna get together soon!
(I hope the texting format is easy to read here on tumblr, but otherwise you can read it on AO3)
Enjoy~
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
You can also read it on AO3!!
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Percy: Ehi, Nico! You have the afternoon shift tomorrow, right? Letâs hang out at the beach again after it?
Me: Percy, hi!
Me: So you really do know all my shift hours, huh?
Percy: Â What can i say, Im a great obsever
Me: Huh, are you?
Percy: For important things at least
Percy: so is that a yes?
Me: of course
Me: No need to tell you what time I finish, I guess
Percy: nopeÂ
Percy: 20ish right?
Me: yeah
Me: Â see you tomorrow?
Percy: yep
Percy: see you tmorrow!Â
Nico had been rereading the conversation for the best part of the previous night, and the first thing he had done after waking up had been checking his phone once again to make sure he hadnât just made it up in his dreams. He knew the short exchange by heart now, yet he kept staring at it, reading it over and over again. Part of himself was afraid it would disappear if he so much as locked his phone and looked away for a second too long.
Their chance meeting at the beach three days prior still felt like a waking dream, like he had hoped so much for something like that to happen that he had started hallucinating. He wondered if hallucinations always felt so real, if they would let you to feel the water splashing against your legs, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, or the pressure of a hand holding yours, the touch soft and warm, everything and more Nico had let himself dreaming about for the past months. The way Percy had smiled at him had been so beautiful that Nicoâs mind probably wouldnât have been able to conjure something like it if it hadnât been real.
Still, it didnât feel real.
Leo and Jason would have probably blamed the feeling on Nicoâs self sabotaging tendencies. Youâre allowed to have nice things, Nico, they would tell him.
Was he? Could he let himself hope that he could really have this? His heart was going berserk in his chest at the sole thought.
Percy had stopped to talk to him at the beach, Percy had taken his hand and held it while walking in the water, Percy had memorized his schedule and asked for his phone number; Percy had texted him first and asked him to hang out again.
For important things at least.
Percy had said that. Important. Nico wanted to scream.
His phone's sudden ringing almost made him jump out of his skin. It was Jasonâs number, but it was LeoĂŹs voice that greeted him from the other end of the line.
âHi there, goth boy, so how ya feeling for your date today?â
âNot a date, Leo, shut up- and why are you calling me with Jasonâs phone?â
Of course, Nicoâs traitor heart stumbled on the word date. It wasnât, and he couldnât simply assume otherwise, it would make things awkward, wouldnât it? And so far nothing had ever been too awkward with Percy - Nico surely wouldnât be the one to make everything between them crumbling down for expecting too much.
âNot important-â
âHe lost his phoneâ, came Jasonâs voice. âAgain. By the way, hi Nicoâ.
Nico rolled his eyes at their antics. âHi Jasonâ.
âAnyway!â, Leo jumped in. âHow are you feeling for your ânot dateâ then?â
âI hate you, Valdezâ, Nico groaned, letting himself fall backward on his bed. His heart didnât seem willing to stop running like crazy anytime soon, his hands were sweating from anticipation and tension.
âYouâre freaking out, arenât you?â
He put his phone on speaker just so he could set it aside, take a pillow, and scream into it.
Apparently, his suffering was extremely funny to Leo, because his obnoxious laugh came as a reply. âIâll take it as a yesâ, he said.
âNico, Iâm sure everythingâs gonna be greatâ, Jason said. âYouâll have fun, get to know him better, and then-â
âThen youâll finally date, hopefullyâ, Leo finished.
Once again, Nicoâs heart skipped a beat and did a little dance in his chest. He threw the pillow aside. âWhat if I make a fool of myself though?â
âWell, your boy has made a fool of himself plenty of times already, hasnât he? I mean, he knows your schedule by heartâ, Leo replied. âSo Iâm sure youâll be fineâ.
Jason laughed at that, and after a moment Nico joined him.
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Nico expected his shift at the kiosk to last an eternity, stretching on and on to keep him apart from finally seeing Percy in the evening. And, truth be told, the first couple of hours were just like that, long and boring and way too slow.
It changed when his phone notified him of a new text.
Percy: i got work today so im coming to teh beach latrÂ
Percy: ill meet you at the kiosk!
Nicoâs heart was starting to become extremely good at doing somersaults in his chest. There were no customers at that moment, so he had time to reply, his fingers shaking just slightly as he wrote back.
Me: alright, Iâll meet you here then
Me: What time do you finish at work?
Percy: What, you wana learn my scdheule too?
Me: It's only fair, isnât it?
And so, they ended up texting back and forth for a while and, after that, the time seemed to move faster, the day shining brighter, and Nicoâs customersâ smile felt just that tiny bit more honest.
Nicoâs internal list of the things he knew about Percy kept growing longer by the minute; he liked to text and wasnât afraid to double text, his spelling mistakes were so atrocious they left Nico smiling and feeling so endeared it was almost ridiculous.
Nicoâs nerves eased with every new text, his heart now beating out of excitement and anticipation more than fear and anxiety. The evening couldnât come fast enough.
Me: Why are you spending so much time texting me instead of working
Percy: Why, arent you enjoying it :(Â
Me: not what I said!
Me: i wouldnât be replying if i werenât enjoying it
Percy: :DÂ
Percy: im on break anyay
Percy: Â what abot you, youre also on your phone instead of workin
Me: there arenât many customers today
Me: no one to buy the same old blue drink
Nico put the phone aside for a moment, hiding his smile behind his hand and hoping that no one would think he was a creepy psycho smiling for no reason. He had every reason to smile. Flirting was easier through text, even if he kept spending minutes on end before forcing himself to press send. The downside of it was that it was way more difficult to avoid it when Percy flirted back.
Percy: aww you miss me?
He wrote and then deleted a reply a few times. He was lucky Jason and Leo werenât there today to see him being like this or they would have made fun of him for the rest of their lives.Â
It was strange. Nico was feeling embarrassed, but in an easy lighthearted way, and that made him feel just that little bit braver. Maybe it was because Percy was willingly spending his break texting him instead of whatever else he usually did; maybe it was the fact that he had the feeling Percy was feeling just like him.
He wrote a reply, looked at it for a few seconds and pressed send before he could overthink it too much.
Me: Maybe
Just then, before having the time to send a second text for damage control, a customer came and Nico had to put his phone down to serve them. His heart kept hammering in his chest the whole time, and his eyes kept stealing glances at the phone, hoping to see it ring. It was taking a little longer than usual for Percy to reply, and Nico didnât know if it was because he had scared him away or flustered him too much.
When it did notify him of a new series of texts, he was still busy with new customers, and it took him all of his willpower not to make them wait while he checked his phone.
Finally, he thanked and said goodbye to the last customer of the queue, he moved so fast he almost stumbled on his own feet; and when he read what Percy had written, his heart was ready to jump out of his chest and start dancing on the counter.
Percy: me too
Percy: maybe
Percy: goot thign were seeing each other in a couple huors
Percy: cant wait
He read the words, reread it again and then again, once again feeling like they were nothing but a pipe dream. He blinked, and they were still there when he opened his eyes again.Â
Maybe he really could let himself hope this time.
Me: me too
Time definitely couldnât pass fast enough.Â
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Enjoy this wierd ass looking heart i drew i guess?
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Warnings: grammar errors (commas illude me), fluff, me simping for sunno the entire time, spelling errors, not proofread, were all single pringles together, pronouns not specified, "their" used once
repost if you saw the original unfinished version that i accidentally posted because i know some of yall didđ
Hyung line :3
Sunno
Confused but happy
Ya know how he does that head tilt when he's confused
Yeah
He does that
đĽş
Pouts his lips and just stares at you in confusion
He's just a little confused baby
There all babys tho
He'll still cuddle you
Just with a little more confusion than normal
Will play with your hair
Running his hands through it
(ŕĽẸ̣̣̣̣̣̈︿ËĚŁĚŁĚŁĚŁĚŁĚŁ ŕĽ)
There are no words to describe the feelings he makes you feel
He loves it when you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him without a word
Its like you two have your own secret language with no words
*so walks in the room*
*makes eye contact with him*
*falls asleep in his arms a few moments later*
I wish i could do that
He definitely looks forward to when you come home from a long day
Just so you can collapse onto him
I know i said Hoonie was my bias wrecker
But...
_(:3ăâ )_
Oh well
Jungwon
đą
Smol cat boi
Would not let you stay on his lap
Literally rolls over with you on top of him and lays on his side
Then he doesn't let you leave his arms
>:<
But have yall ever been in someones arms when there sleeping?
...
No?
Me neither
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I think it would be really hot
WaiT-
No
I meant temperature
I mean if were talking about Jungwon...
But just imagine being trapped against someones body
Unable to move
And overheating
Yeah you push him off you
But then you crawl on top of him
Because you cant fall asleep without him
And you want to make him suffer the way be made you suffer-
Jk
...
Anyways you fall asleep
Together
Like two peas in a pod
And you wake up sideways cuddled into him again
Because he woke up with you on top of him and pushed you off
And then you ended up in the same position you were im before
That sounded really wrong-
Im gonna stop now
Before i make any other wierd jokes
Ni-ki
Well he says he hates it
"says"
Because really who can resist a sleepy person when all they want is to sleep on you?
Nobody
Except him
Or at least he tries
But he still lets you fall asleep on him without complaining
Suspicious  ͥ° ÍĘ ͥ°Â
As soon as he double checks that your asleep he starts hugging you
Because he cant show weakness when your awake
No no
Because then he would be caught
â¨simpingâ¨
For you
And that's not allowed
According to him
Definitely accidentally wakes you up
But you don't tell him
Because you just want soft riki
Who desent
Seriously when he's no serious or tensed up and actually acting like a maknae it makes my heart melt đĽ°
You listen to him as he hums you a little song
Thinking your still asleep
Eventually you really do fall back asleep
And he probably falls asleep too
The two of you are another victim to the hyung photos
They will take them just to embarrass you istg
Not even to say how cute you are together
No-
"look how wierd their face looksđ"
It was definitely Sunghoon
Getting back at him for taking sleeping pictures of him sleeping
#enha x reader#enha fluff#enha#enhypen#kim sunno#yang jeongin#ni ki#nishimura riki#fluff#I was litening to teeth while writing thisđ
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hiya !! đ
do u take valeria (garza, cod) reqs? If so, could i request something along the lines of uhhhh ... knife flirting (ăťăť;)
interrogatinf Valeria but u arent really interrogating her, just pointing a dagger at her, passively aggressively flirtin with her lmaoo đ ex: "you wanna go toe-to-toe with me, bonita? I'll rearrange your guts n' have you on your back so fast you'll think you're on a date" "You're not as threatening as you think you are, cabra. you'll be the one having her (or their) guts rearranged when i stick my hand up your --"
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thnak u soso much in advance!! If u dont write for val just let this req rot in ur inbox because having pwople post a decline of ur asks is so freaking embarrasing đ¨đ¨đ¨đ¨đ¨
Much love !!!
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OMG HIIII??? MY VERY FIRST REQUEST??? AND IT'S FOR MY WIFE? FUCK YES? I CAN TOTES WRITE THIS FOR YOUUU????
Interrogation, Valeria Garza x Reader
Warnings: 15+ THE REST OF YOU LOOK AWAY, dark elements, Mentions of guts (bc we freaky here), SHORT ASFFF bc im on a phone and writing on my phone is KILLING MY BRAINCELLS, HOPE I DID THIS JUSTICE <333
Well. Fuck.
Here she was. El Sin Nombre. Or, as you forced her to admit, Valeria Garza. Damn...she was pretty. And like all pretty people you had before you, you wanted to play with them. So here you two were.
Your knife digging into her arm as you stood above her, holding her chin as to force her to look up at you. "Bonita...Muy bonita," you mused softly as you dragged the knife down, leaving a visible but thin white scratch mark that soon turned red with irritation.
"Que tu quedes, Pendeja?" Valeria spat out at you, and you giggled. "Information, what else?" and Valeria's jaw locked. "Puta. I'd rather lose my life than give you what you want. Por que-" "I don't care what you have to say, El Sin Nombre. You will give me what I want because, I don't Ever kill my emimys...for there are fates worse than death."
You jabbed the knife into her side gently, as to make sure she didn't start bleeding out on you. Valeria grunted and muttered, "You work for who, then?" "Oh, Val. I work for myself. Not one four one...not Los Vaqueros...Solo Yo." and Valeria saw an opportunity.
"Why don't we-" "Work together? Ha! Who do you think I am, Pendeja? I'm a lone wolf-with the exception of a few goons." "one of them sneaking their way into my-" "We know, we know. Listen. You gonna start talking ro so help me."
"Why? You gonna stab me if I don't, Muchacha?" You gripped her Jaw with an iron grip and said, "No. I told you I don't kill my enemies." and Valeria made a low gurgling noise in the back of her throat.
You held the knife point to her throat. "you wanna go toe-to-toe with me, bonita? I'll rearrange your guts 'n' have you on your back so fast you'll think you're on a date" "You're not as threatening as you think you are, cabra. you'll be the one having your guts rearranged when i stick my hand up your --"
a thick woden door slammed open and Valeria's hands flew up to your wrist. "About time, Luis!" she shouted, grabbing your knife and then shoving you out of the way.
the last thing you saw before she knocked you out was her face right in yours, and the last thing she said to you was, "Never play with your prey, Muchacha. They can quickly turn the Hunter."
#call of duty#cod modern warfare#cod#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty mw2#call of duty fanfic#call of duty mwii#call of duty x reader#valeria garza#valeria x reader#valeria cod#valeria call of duty#el sin nombre#Val answers
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God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...
They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving
(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)
bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)
a/n: same vague universe as âmarked,â per usual.
thanks, as always, for everything.
(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)
summary: things get a little... too real.
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"You can't laugh."
"I'm not gonna laugh!"
Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."
"Just read the sides, baby."
You know he isn't nervous about the auditionâ if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.
"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"
"Please don't."
"Scottish accent?"
"Babe."
"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no scriptâ the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"
"You're stalling."
"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."
Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.
"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."
"You don't mean that."
"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."
His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.
"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."
"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."
"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"
"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."
The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.
"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.
When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.
"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."
"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."
Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.
"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"
Pedro leaves before you can answer.
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No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.
"Good walk?"
He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.
It's not that the clinginess bothers youâ he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.
But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)
"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.
No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.
â â âÂ
It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.
You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.
"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.
"Was the acting that bad?"
Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.
"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.
"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.
The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.
"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."
"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."
The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.
"I love you, but you're a sap."
"Hmph."
You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal one shot#pedro pascal rpf#pedro pascal x male reader#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal fanfiction#the last of us#din djarin#joel miller#joel miller x reader#din djarin x reader#din djarin x male reader#joel miller x male reader#the mandolorian
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hiya i really love your posts, maybe because you havenât written anything yet. it is my honor to be your first request.
iâm begging you for a spencerreid x pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader
please do it quickly i will be dying soon iâm 84!!!!!!
OMG I love that!! this idea lives rent free in my mind now thank you you old bitch.
15,6 words.
A/N: im a nice person.
AIRPLANE LOVR
"Wheels up in 5!" says Agent Hotchner, but you donât hear it because youâre on the toilet. Thousands of alerts bombed Y/Nâs phone. Penelope was sending her them. She always hated her.
It seems they are going to Thit Island to investigate a murder of a dog. Y/N was really stressed out, because of the teamâs behaviour. They are known for their shitty behaviour on board. They commonly unbuckle their seatbelts, walk around the plane, cuddle together and worst of all, they tend to come to Y/Nâs cabin and cover her eyes. They think they are funny but there is a high possibility that the plane might crash because of that.
Y/N really despises the members of the team. Especially JJ. Her long blond hair got caught in the engine once and she had to pull her out whilst still piloting the plane. Donât ask her how she did that.
The only one she didnât hate was Spencer. His hair could get caught anywhere and she would gladly save him. She watched him through the security cameras when she didnât feel like paying attention to the road. She especially liked watching him sleep. He was so cute and he didnât even know about her. Why would he be with someone as a stupid as this pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader?
The team was lined up next to the plane and Y/N was installing the stairs to the plane. No one helped her. In that moment JJ said: "What is she doing here? Who is she? Where am I? Who am I?"
The team seemed to ignore all of her questions. "She is our pilot, donât you recognise her?" Spencer said. He was the only one who was not a complete asshole to Y/N. "Ok, just do not get close to Spencer," said JJ looking directly into Y/Nâs eyes. "JJ, she saved your life last time, donât you remember?" "I could have done it myself," said JJ and stormed to sit on the plane.
Everything went well and until Morgan sneaked into her cabin and covered her eyes. Y/N yelped and tried to get his hands off of her. He held her head so tightly she started to feel dizzy. Morgan laughed and said "relax babygirl, I just need you to turn the plane around, we found out that Thit Island is on the other side of the globe."
WTF? Y/N thought. I do everything for this team and especially for Spencer. I pay for the gas and they just tell me that we have been going in the wrong direction? Iâm not gonna be able to pay the bill this month, I donât even have a job! I just snuck to the toilet every time and tie up the real pilot. And that is the problem. I donât know how to turn the plane around. I always just fly in some direction and hope for the best.
"Hello? You seem lost in your thoughts," Morgan said. "OK, just buckle up and hold tight," Y/N said with determination in her eyes. She didnât even wait for Morgan to sit down and buckle his seatbelt, she just turned the plane upside down.
"I didnât mean it literally!" Morgan screamed as he hit his head on the ceiling of the plane. Y/N heard mortified screams of the rest of the team. It was like music to her ears. Yes! Spencer thought. She finally stood up to her bullies. He might have broken a leg or two and had a concussion because he was sitting in JJs lap.
They flew their whole flight upside down and Y/N found some random island in Europe to land on. Everyone got out of the plane, excited to see some dead bodies and investigate mysteries, except Spencer, he went to check on Y/N.
"Hey Y/N, are you alright?" Y/N seemed devastated, she was tired from all the blood flowing to her head. "Iâm OK, I just have a long night waiting for me. I have to get comfy on this plane." "What do you mean?" Spencer said and a worry wrinkle appeared on his forehead.
"I didnât pay for any hotel. I donât have any money left, I spent everything on gas for this trip that took way longer than I anticipated. We are lucky that we survived! We donât have much gas left. Can you steal some if you see some cars on your way out?"
Spencer looked at her in disbelief. This poor thing was poor. "OK Y/N, let me sing you a lullaby to help you sleep." Y/N was thrilled. She was sure she would not be able to fall asleep next to singing Spencer. She loved him too much for that.
"URURURURURURURURURURURUR" Spencer sang in his soft voice while Y/N slowly fell to the dreamland...
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You idk if you taking requests but you know that one award show moment where Nicki Minaj is like âShoutout yo Donatella for custom making this dress for me and shoutout to Michel B Jordan because he gonna be taking it off me tonightâ PLEASE do one where Jack says something along those lines omg đđ I just feel like Jack would say that about the reader
Big shout out
A/N: This is rapper!reader i hope thatâs okay. I got this request a while ago but im glad i could finally get to it.
Jack and You have been friends for a couple years now. Both your careers started around the same time and you two became close after being part of the XXL freshman class of 2020. Jack was always very supportive of you and you of him.
He would give you advice on how to deliver your bars and flow while you would give him advice on his lyrics and beats. Things tended to get a bit hectic when albums had to be dropped and tours had to be done but the two of you always made time for each other.
Whether itâs a facetime or a brief text or a voice recording, you guys did not go a day without hearing from one another. Most people believed that the two of you were dating until you made an instagram post revealing your brand new relationship with Polo G.
That was your first mistake. Posting a brand new relationship was never a bright idea and unfortunately you learned that the hard way. You and Polo had a rough start to your relationship due to claims of him talking to other women while we he had you convinced that he was loyal. The two of you would break up and make up constantly and your business would be on gossip pages every few weeks.
On the other hand, Polo always had an issue with Jack being the friend you confided in during your fights with him. It ended up with him dissing Jack in one of his songs which simply lead to another fight between the two of you even though Jack never gave any reaction in return. December 2021 you finally had enough and posted an official announcement that Polo G no longer have or want anything to do with one another. Your comments were flooded with mixed reactions but sadly, most of them were saying how this is just another one of your stupid fights and you would take him back again.
This time you had put your foot down and wanted to start your 2022 peacefully with brand new goals ahead. Throughout all your drama, Jack never treated you any differently. In fact the two of you got even closer after your break up and dropped an album together in March. You had made an instagram post wishing him a happy birthday and it went viral unintentionally.
âThe guy she tells you not to worry about.â Was what everyone but mainly men were saying. The thing is, you and Jack had never crossed any lines of friendship. Everything between the two of you has always been strictly platonic except for a couple suggestive jokes here and there but that was normal between friends. Everyone around you and Jack always say that thereâs a spark and lots of tension between you two but neither of you ever acted on it.
Around may you noticed Jack started flirting with you a lot more and the lines of friendship began to blur. It wasnât surprising but at the same time you were never prepared for the things he would say. âMegan asked you to perform at her birthday party right?â âYeah, iâm excited.â âIsnât it at a strip club?â âSo?â âIf I come will you do a dance?â He said it with such a straight face and that only made it more shocking to you. No smug or goofy smile that he usually had when he was joking.
The flirting went on for months and you were definitely flirting back.
September rolls around and it was soon to be the VMAs. You were set to perform your new song with Flo Mili and Jack was opening and co-hosting the show. You were getting ready in your hotel room with the help of your team when your phone started ringing and of course it was Jack.
âIâm getting ready what do you want?â You say while your makeup artist applied your eyeshadow. âDamn. No hello? Let me see you, all I see is the ceiling.â âJack I canât move too much iâm getting my makeup done.â You lifted the phone facing you and Jack let out a loud whistle that even startled your make up artist. âWHEW you look so fine my goodness.â He had a giant smile on his face just like a kid on christmas. âThat color looks beautiful on you.â You were a giggling and flustered mess. âThank you. Now show me your snazzy suit Mister Givenchy.â Jack panned the camera down to his all black suit that was snug around his small waist and just right around his wide shoulders. He looked so good you could just eat him up.
âYou like what you see huh?â âYeah I need me some of that.â You flirted back with no hesitation. âYou donât need Givenchy, you need jesus.â âThat was disgustingly cringe worthy Jack.â You shook your head at him. âIâm gonna let you finish getting ready. Canât wait to see your beautiful ass in that dress.â âYou just saw me in the dress.â âYeah but I didnât see your ass cause youâre sitting on it.â Both of you couldnât hold back your laughter this time as you hung up the call.
Once you got to the VMAâs black carpet everyone went wild over your dress and how beautiful you looked. The night went very well and you were having a good time. You enjoyed Jackâs opening performance and the two of you were sitting not too far from each other so you would dance to songs together and lip sync to one another.
Jack was nominated for multiple awards and he had already won 2. This next category was his last nomination and it felt as if you were more nervous than him. âAnd the award goes toâŚJACK HARLOOOOWâ You screamed of excitement as Jack got up, hugged you and dapped dj drama who was sitting next to him up, before going on stage to receive his final award of the night.
âWowâŚthree in a row thatâs a new record.â The crowd cheered loudly as he took a moment to admire the trophy. He let the crowd calm down before yelling into the mic. âBITCH I TOLD YOUâ and the crowd went wild all over again. âI just want to thank everyone on my team, my producers, my parents.â âAnd just before I go I wanna give a big shout out to Givenchy for custom making this suit for me and shout out to y/n cause sheâs gonna be taking it off of me tonight. Thank you.â
The stadium was louder than ever. Your hand was covering your open mouth in shock of what Jack had just said live at a world known award show. You could feel your cheeks get super warm as everyone else was cheering at his boldness. You two definitely had a lot to talk about later that night. Once the show was over and you guys left together, not much talking was done. Unless body language countsâŚ.if so, more than enough was said.
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hi sam!! 1, 2, 6, 8, 12, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 28, 30, 42, 43, 44, 45, 47, 50, 51, 55, 57, 66 (lmhs), 71, 72, 76, 78, 79 đ i just love picking another writer's brain hehe
KSJDBVJKDFBV MARIAM IM CRYING HELP đ *cracks knuckles* okay let's gooooo đ (there's gonna be a read more somewhere)
questions from here!
1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?
Truly depends on the length of the wip! For short stuff that I'm confident will be under 10k, I just go in swinging. For longer stuff, I'm daydreaming constantly, even during the writing process. When I had a desk job, I would spend Work Time thinking and then write stuff out in my notes app, but now that I operate a moving vehicle for 7+ hours a day, I just spend the majority of that time Daydreaming, Thinking, and Planning for LMHS.
2. Where do you get your fic ideas?
It's about a 60/40 split between original thoughts (as much as anyone can claim to truly have original creative thoughts that are 100% not inspired by anything else) and ideas that are based on or inspired by the premises of other fics or by fanart (sometimes not even from the same fandom).
6. Whatâs the last line you wrote?
From LMHS, last line of chapter 3: "Sun shining on their backs, sweet snacks in their stomachs, and laughter in the air, the three of them take off together, venturing once again deeper into Changyinâs busy streets."
8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.
Not written out yet so I can't post a snippet, but in LMHS, water is so important to Megumi's character, way beyond just bending.
12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?
Sometimes! I did outline LMHS, though that was mostly an attempt on my part at keeping track of all the thoughts @hinamie and I were throwing at each other. It's not very detailed at all, just a bullet point list of things like "they travel to [location] - remember that [this character] is with them" or stuff like that. It's a guide for the like... movement⢠of the fic, but less so the nitty gritty details, which I kind of enjoy discovering as I go (be it while I'm writing or while Hina and I are talking). But the last long fic I wrote (250k) did not have an outline. I just followed my heart and the vision I had of the end of the fic <3 The back half of that fic did have a canon timeline to follow, though, which made it easier.
14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?
SJKDBJKSDB I do about 95% of my writing in a big leather wingback armchair in my living room, usually with one leg hooked over an arm of the chair. The other 5% is bleary-eyed, 2am in bed, notes app, half-finished sentences with just the worst spelling you've ever seen.
15. Whatâs your favorite time to write?
It used to be between 1am and 3am, back when I was unemployed/working a job I didn't have to properly sleep for. Now, the only time I seem to be able to write is from about 8:30pm to 11pm. It takes me forever to unwind after coming home, so I can really only get myself to focus way at the end of the day. 100% if I went back to a desk job or stumbled into a pile of money that could let me stop working, I'd be right back to typing away well after midnight.
17. Do you have a writing routine?
Sit down > open word doc > reread last paragraph > dissociate > walk away > come back three hours later and write SKJDVBDKJBVJKDFBV
18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?
I don't necessarily enjoy it, mostly because when I'm researching, I tend to get pulled down a rabbit hole of stuff I don't need to know and will never use. However, I do find that I end up doing impromptu "shotgun" research a lot while writing. Literally while writing the first chapter of LMHS, I had to pull up some research on trees just to make absolutely sure I was describing something correctly. It's 100% an inconsequential detail, but at least I know I wasn't pulling it completely out of thin air KSJVDBDKJVB I don't think I could honestly say which fic required the most research. If we include the amount of time I spent on the respective fandom wikis for character/canon details, then Swallow the Stars for sure. But if it's only for Other Stuffâ˘, then I think they're all about equal.
19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?
I love making OCs in general, but not really for fanfic. I'll make an OC for an inconsequential side character no problem (did this a couple times in Swallow the Stars), but, for the most part, I prefer to stick to canon characters. I've never written a fic from the POV of an OC, and I doubt I ever will. I would much rather explore the dynamics between canon characters than insert a new main character into a story that already has one.
22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?
Depends! I've done all three before SKJDVBDKJVBF Sometimes, a title comes to me right away, and I can sort of circle around it while I'm writing (this is more common for me with short fics). Sometimes, I get a few thousands words in, and have played with the themes long enough to have it just sort of come to me. Other times, I'm fully edited and just staring at the words begging a title to appear so I can post KSJDVBDKJFVBDFV LMHS had a title before I even started writing, because I wanted to have a title when I posted the fic announcement. As far as how I come up with them, I've pulled directly from words in the fic, I've gone on random quote generators and pulled from those, I've sat down and literally just strung words together based on a theme or a single specific word I wanted (LMHS, for instance, came from a desire to use the word "haunt"). It just kinda depends and is different for every fic!
23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?
The beginning is easiest because it's fun character introductions and scene setting, not a lot of plot yet. The middle is by far the hardest because that's where the plot is beefiest and where a lot of the transition spaces are, and at the same time you're starting to gather up the threads you want to tie off at the end.
24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?
I choose based on whose thoughts I'm imagining most when I'm first thinking of the story! When I'm new to writing for a fandom, I will sometimes have to start a fic 2 or 3 times to find the voice that comes easiest to me, though. I have a tendency to lean towards the quieter characters, but that's not always true! For example, Andrew Minyard's POV is easier for me to write in, but I have more fun writing Neil, so I tend to gravitate towards Neil for AFTG fics.
25. Whatâs your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?
World building my beloved..... I love coming up with Reasons for things that I want to happen, tying things into the setting and the history and making sure it works for the characters as well. The moment when everything connects is so magical.
26. Whatâs your least favorite part of the writing process?
Writing KJDBKJDFBVJKDBFV Words are just.... so hard đ
28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?
Detailing! Descriptions! I am constantly fighting with myself over how much detail I actually need to include in my descriptions, because on some level, I want to describe it as much as I possibly can so that it can be envisioned easier, but on the flip side I know for a fact that no matter how much I describe something, no one will ever see it exactly the same way I do. And so then I pull back too far, I think, and keep my descriptions bare minimum, which I think is just as unhelpful. I need to work on finding a balance. Maybe metaphor can be my friend here.....
30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?
I usually go through for edits a minimum of two times and a maximum of 4 times. I always do an initial read-through for details that I missed or clarifications I need to make or continuity problems, stuff like that. Then I'll go through for grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, etc. If I end up rewriting a lot during that second edit, I'll go back through yet again just to double-check everything. And, more often than not, I do a last read-through right before I post. Though, inevitably, there's always something that I don't catch until it's already posted KJSBDVKDJBV
42. Whatâs your favorite title that youâve come up with?
I'm really quite keen on Like the Moon Haunts the Sun !! It's longer than what I usually go for with titles, but it's sooooo thematically fitting and just really really pretty imo. But, This Is What Hollows holds a special place in my heart because it's a bit different and yet perfectly fitting for that fic. Plus, it was titled loooong before I came up with a way to include it in the actual writing of the fic, and I felt like an absolute genius when I managed to do that organically.
43. Is there a trope or idea that youâd really like to write but havenât yet?
I have a world mostly built for a fantasy setting with dragon gods and stuff that I've planned out all the lore for and yet cannot for the life of me actually think up a plot that would be interesting to write SKJVBDJKVB I have characters, I have setting, I have themes, but a plot? Evading me. And it's been haunting me for like 7 years.
44. What is your favorite genre to write?
Urban fantasy 100%!! I love writing magic systems without having to do historical research SKJBDVKJDVB Also just the idea of magic in a place that we live in is so special to me like... there is magic everywhere in the world, but sometimes that magic really does come from a spell book like Yes Please.
45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?
Found family trope my beloved,,,,,,,, don't look too closely at it; it doesn't say anything about me as a person I Promise.
47. Is there a trope that youâve written before but are now sick of?
Not a trope, but when I was younger and Working Through Some Shit, I included a, I guess, circumstance⢠that I will not actually say (bc it's like. triggering) in just about every fic I wrote, but I'm past the point now (thank god) of needing to vent through it, so I truly don't think I'll ever include it in anything ever again.
50. How would you describe your writing style?
HHHHHHH I have no idea. I think I am incapable of looking at my writing objectively enough to describe it.
51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?
Very much so! I love reading prose that is rich in metaphor and simile, but for the life of me I can't write like that. I don't have the gift of constantly being able to turn a phrase so beautifully, but god is it gorgeous to read.
55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?
I don't even want to think about the words and phrases I overuse because I'm sure there's plenty JSKDBVKJDFVB I do have a recurring theme of like... healing, though. This deep inner struggle of the characters to get to a better place is just... so important to me. I want them to heal, but more than that I want them to want to heal.
57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?
I'm certainly conscious of it, but less so on the first draft. I think foreshadowing has a way of sneaking into my writing naturally (especially because I write chronologically), and then I can really hammer it in during the edit. Symbolism is purely being brought in during the first edit unless it's something so important that it was underlined a lot during the drafting/planning stage.
66. Whatâs a fun fact about LMHS?
It started as me just randomly thinking about ATLA and sending a question to Hina about what she thought the main trio's bending elements would be, and it just tumbled out of control from there SKJDVBDJKVFB
71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?
Writing, which is... saying something because I really don't spend a lot of time writing on a day-to-day basis. But I haven't read a published book in.... 4 years? And I don't read fanfic very often either, despite my bookmarks tab being overflowing with fics that I would like to read at some point. I just feel like I never have the time or energy to sit down and read.
72. Whatâs your favorite writing compliment youâve gotten?
I have gotten a similar comment from multiple people that is about my characterization of canon characters within AUs and how it still feels like the canon characters but with realistic changes based on a different setting, and in fic writing I can't think of higher praise. Like... that's exactly what I want. I don't want the characters to be exactly the same as canon because their circumstances have changed, but I still want them to be recognizable. That's always what I'm striving for, and it makes me happy that people notice and think it's executed well enough to comment on.
76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?
Poorly KDEJVBKJDEFVBJKDFVBJF Really though, I struggle managing pressure when I'm writing. And it's always internal, because external pressure on fics just makes me petty since it's Free Labor, and people who complain about a slow upload schedule or whatever just make me Mad. But internal pressure is HHHHHHHHHH I am Going Through It with LMHS. I want it to live up to expectations, but I also want to finish it quickly, but I also want it to be lush and complete, and there's always this voice in my head telling me I'm not writing fast enough or good enough. Mostly I work past it by reminding myself that the time will pass anyway and that it's a miracle that I can even write ~1k words a day with how tired my job makes me. And on the days when that doesn't work, I have loud music KSJDVBDKJVBJDKFV
78. What motivates you during the writing process?
Up to the point where I start posting (for my last long fic, I was >100k in before I uploaded the first chapter), the motivation comes from a simple desire to write that particular story. For me, it can't come from anywhere else. If I don't want to write on a fic anymore and I haven't uploaded yet, I'll just stop. However, once I start posting, comments and general interaction with the fic gives me a huge bump in motivation. Engagement and talking about the story and the characters and the plot just makes me so excited to keep going so that I can drop the next plot twist or cliffhanger and read everyone's reactions. This time, for LMHS, I am very very lucky to have my own personal cheer squad of one (Hina) motivating me daily through memes and character discussion and new pieces of art and other various things <3
79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?
The best actual constructive writing advice that I can give is: Do Not Edit Something Until You're Done. And yes, I mean the entire story - do not go back and reread/rewrite until you're done with it. Nothing will make your forward momentum disappear faster than going back to edit. If you're too hung up on details and perfection right away, you're never going to get done. You have to just write and accept that things will need to be reworked. Make notes for yourself on things to fix later or whatever, just do not scroll back up and start editing before you're done with something. It will only make you disappointed that where you pick up again isn't going to look as nice as what you just edited.
#this took me all weekend and it's currently well past my bedtime but i wanted to post this!!!!#so i finished all of them KJSDBVKJDBFV#i still can't believe u sent me so many tyyyyyyy <3#just gonna tag lmhs as well since a bunch of this is in reference to it#lmhs
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Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!
Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?
Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.
This series is a blast⥠love it!⥠makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!
Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.
Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D
And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.
prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes agoâŚ. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - â¨
I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.
âShould I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.â Fucking. POETRY. đââŹ
I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! đ
holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah đđ the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him heâs holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like âbro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didnât love me huh?â and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. đ LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and valâs apparent surgeon for valâa little âincidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc ⌠đŤŁđŤŁ btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD đ thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -đŚ
Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!
You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.
Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D
AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q
Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastorâs own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr wonât let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -đď¸
LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!
As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!
"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!
Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that thereâs no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things areâeither vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesnât actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. Theyâre so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.
It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.
But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3
Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly
YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3
âBut I am capable,â Alastor says gently. âI love you very much.â Vox gapes up at him. â...I. Fuck you.â His voice is tight, strained. âI donât fucking believe you.â Alastor feels his smile thin. âWell. Thatâs just dandy, then, isnât it?ââ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL
Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)
#ask#personal#Anonymous#black cat anon#sparkle anon#deer anon#dove anon#t#long post#tumblr if you break the cut on this one I'm gonna fuckin cry#answering 9 asks in one post here
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Gotta say your au mixed with the art style and such and amazing work in what we seen so far with the horror and some laughs it's just become a treat every time I saw new details (whenever you supplies them up, thanks for that)
I know you already disclosure that it's gonna be bad BAD TIMES for the puppets gang but does it have it's soft ad fluff times??
The shot were Frank ask Wally if they're dying will looking up for the ceiling hasn't leave my brain, such a raw emotional clear on them, I wonder when they were just the two of them for a while they cuddle or hold hands for comfort??
I just.i just want them to have small victories of comfort
of course it has fluff and comfort! a lot of it! having a nice blend of both makes the fluff feel sweeter & the hurt hit all the harder <3 i will now supply some (written (for now)) examples and tidbits. putting it under the cut cause it got kinda Long
Frank & Wally do become very affectionate with each other! ofc as soon as Frank woke Wally was like "ok im holding your hand everywhere we go, this is Non Negotiable". because its dark! he doesn't want Frank to stray too far or get lost! and it's easier to yank Frank outta harm's way if they're already holding hands. comfort factors into it later, when Frank starts initiating & Wally does it purely to make sure Frank is still there. but yeah they get Very comfortable with each other, to the point where when Eddie wakes up he asks Frank - misinterpreting the situation entirely - "if you'd rather have Wally than me, i understand." ofc Frank laughs his ass off bc uhhh no that is Not what their relationship is, Ed
~ similarly, (almost) everyone acclimates to Wally's need to be as close as possible at all feasible times. he's Very physically affectionate and has little to no regard for personal space or boundaries anymore. like, he'll listen when someone asks him to back off or somethn, but until then he does not give a fuck. and this rubs off on the others as they get used to it
and then there's OH WAIT IDK IF I'VE MENTIONED THIS YET but! Wally - during his main exploration phase - found the Welcome Home episode recordings! and he eventually figured out how to work a tv he found, so he added "watch an episode of me and my friends" into his Routine. when the others wake up, he includes them in this. is it horrifying for them at first? yeah. but they get used to it and find similar if not the same comfort and enjoyment in it that Wally does. like in This Scribble, Frank & Wally & Poppy & Howdy are all watching an episode, and are quoting the lines they've memorized. they all cuddle up on a couch together and watch their favorite show <3
& Wally also teaches them (as they wake up) how to repair and care for themselves / each other, sleeping or otherwise. picture a little sewing circle of Frank, Wally, and Poppy, with Poppy giving tips and guidance on how to improve. these sessions provide them with genuine smiles and sometimes even some laughs.
before Wally & Home's divorce, they'd pass much of the time with games! go-fish, charades, i spy, etc. one of their favorites was when Wally would toss a ball at Home's door, and Home would hit it back. additionally, whenever Wally discovered something new, he'd rush back to Home with it - either the information or the actual thing, if he could carry it. ex: when he'd find books or files, he'd bring them to Home and (quietly) read them aloud while resting against them
and just in general know that the Post Office is a place of safety. Wally has made sure it's secure. i like to imagine like... little craft sessions and impromptu dancing lessons and story sharing going on in there among the awake neighbors. they try to have fun despite it all
that's all i can recall for Act One's fluff tidbits rn, but trust me there is More. and also abundant angsty comfort. the downright painful stuff has to earn its existence yk yk this au is Not grimdark
#oh there's also a really specific scene in my mind of like.#poppy taking notice that wally has developed a disregard for his appearance & that he doesn't seem to think he's attractive anymore#and recruits frank & howdy to give him like... a lil spa day as best they can#they tie (most of) his hair up in a ponytail and scrub some of the dirt out & they make a little patchwork sweater for him#and poppy tells him he looks very pretty#and wally has a moment of '...? im pretty? im still...? oh...!'#they notice him putting a teensy bit of attention towards his appearance going forward from this#oh also he makes sure they All get a little 'spa day'#good feelings all around....#rambles from the bog#wh lights out au#they all pick up little Habits towards each other#like wally will hold others' hands and just fiddle with em w/o a real point or goal#frank will adjust his friends' clothes hair if it's a lil Too out of place#poppy will hold her wings around/behind others w/o really realizing it#howdy will pick up / carry the smaller neighbors for no particular reason#eddie tends to keep a hand on the nearest person#etc etc!#there was. Something Else i wanted to add. i don't remember what it was!#but yeah! there are good things. there are Always good things.
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Hannibal song of the day: song no. 8
a bit about the song:
"Parasite"(released in 2010) is a song by How To Destroy Angels(HTDA), a music project by Trent Reznor(NIN) featuring his wife, Mariqueen Maandig Reznor, Atticus Ross and Rob Sheridan. His wife has taken over his usual lead vocalist position, with him taking on the background vocals, although in this song, both of them sing all the lines are the same time (although Mariqueen's voice is still quite dominant). The song fits the experimental, eletronica and post-industrial genres, beginning with a building guitar noise, thick drums soon come in, followed by more discordant guitar screeches. All the guitars soon stop and the drums and a synth bass are left to play behind Trent Reznor's and Mariqueen Maandig Reznor's low, smooth vocals and dominant drums, with the screechy, haunting guitars coming back in later. The lyrics are quite intimate, presenting two subjects talking, maybe asking each other questions about each other and answering them. They are slowly becoming each other, infecting each other, like parasites.
ngl it was hard to find anything about the set meaning, only everything about Trent's style and how he has mixed it with his wife and others, producing this album (so basically about the sound and production) so i guess this will be fully just my interpretation. very hannigram, once again, i have some other songs that remind me of other characters and stuff im gonna have to do smth about those too at some point lol
and again quite short, the song is very instrumental and feel based in my opinion but anyhow
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Verse 1
"Yes, I can feel you
Yes, I believe
Yes, you can have me
Yes, I can breathe
Parasite
Yes, now I need you
Yes, you are mine
Yes, you have shown me
Yes, you define
Parasite"
through the whole song, the lines are sung at the same time, creating a feeling of unity and harmony, which the subjects seem to be agreeing to feel. They both feel and need each other, they believe in each other, they agree to devotion to each other and admitting how they have changed after being with each other, they let each other be dependent on one another - it seems like they're merging, like parasites. Maybe they chose the word parasite due to it's slightly negative connotations, maybe that's how the rest of the world sees them, infecting, controversial and desperate and obsessive with their love or unrightous and incorrect - considering that this is most likely based on Mariqueen and Trent, they have rattled the world a bit, Trent being the frontman of a harsh rock band known for its depressing and angry themes and involvement in drugs, Nine Inch Nails and Mariqueen bit less rattling, having been a former vocalist of West Indian Girls and a Playboy model for one of their magazines, but them two together - that have rattled the world, receiving some negative and racist reaction after finding out about the two getting married, even producing a song called "The Space In Between" which talks about their relationship and how the media has been treating them.
for hannigram, these lyrics remind me of them due to this, how they view unity and courtship. They seem to infect each other like parasites - they are quite dangerous to each other and to others around them. Hannibal seems to be like a parasite, he latched himself into Will and since then, hasn't let go of the idea that Will should be his and like him, trying to turn Will into him and understand him as he slowly feeds off of Will's sanity. Will recognises that after realising that Hannibal framed him for his own murders and tries to get revenge, letting Hannibal indulge in him and try to pretend to become Hannibal to try and frame him too, but this ends up with them slowly become more and more dependent on each other, to the point where they can't deny it anymore. It wasn't Will's intention at first, but as time passed by, they both have willingly began to accept each other and Will finally let Hannibal in. Both feel and need each other, they believe in each other, they agree to devotion to each other and admit to how they have changed each other.
in conclusion this is their song fr (<- what i say about every song i ever hear)
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i've learned whilst researching for this that another song by htda, "the space in between" was actually used in a promo for hannibal holy shit i have this song in my playlist i am so writing about that one later
i have so many songs that technically apply for season 3 or where i could mention s3 and its driving me insane omfg but anyhow
i recommend the whole self-titled ep by them, it is very good
anyway hope you enjoyed<3
#Spotify#hannibal song of the day#hannibal sotd#hannibal#nbc hannibal#hannibal nbc#will graham#hannibal lecter#hannigram#murder husbands#will x hannibal#hannibal series#hannibal tv show#how to destroy angels#htda#trent reznor#mariqueen maandig#atticus ross#rob sheridan#music#rock music#electronic rock#electronica#post industrial#experimental music#industrial#song analysis#music analysis#hannibal analysis#nbc hannigram
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how can you like drunk angst over first kiss?? đĽş
anon is regarding this post here, specifically my tags
characters discussed belong to @dakotawritesif / @disenchantedif
omg, so easily lol
bc its not just drunk angst, it is drunk angst about knowing their ex is gonna DIE, UNNATURALLY, AND SOON and pining/having never made up with them
but also im an asmr/audio-roleplay connoisseur*, so like, uh, also the following here. yeah. this primes me up to LOVE drunk ex scenario regret/pining shit lol (you'll have to excuse all these audios being men btw, i have a soft spot for deep voices and there isnt many deep-voiced women VAs in the audio-roleplay community (unfortunately foR MEEEE UGHH), much less many that have a video involving this niche Drunk Ex trope anyway lmao rip (same with the audios all being either "for Anybody" or "for Females". i don't currently have any "for Males" in this niche, even tho im the type of enby that listens to all three types of "for [you]" audios. alas. boo hiss))
none of these are "Luci-Inserts" btw, moreso "Evidence of why OF COURSE I AM MORE HYPED FOR DRUNK HALLWAY OVER FIRST KISS", like a vision board kinda sorta lmao
When Your Ex Drunk Calls You (I Miss You) (Slurred Speech) (Funny) (ASMR) (M4A).. (Fun fact: this VA is Scottish. also M4A = Male For Anyone, not just M4M (male for male) or M4F (male for female))
(this one is by the same Scottish VA) When You Drink With Your Ex (Kissing) (Exes to Lovers) (Drunk) (Regret) (Wholesome) (M4A) (ASMR)
(more of this Scottish VA bc he makes me laugh) When Your Crush Drunkenly Confesses To You (Singing Idiot) (Taking Care Of Him) (Silly) (ASMR) (M4A) (bonus there is a morning-after part two to this one yay)
Your Drunk Best Friend Wants You Gor Valentines [M4A] [Tsundere] [Confession] [Sober Listener] (and this one has a part two about the morning-after too)
ASMR Voice: I Should Have Told You [M4A] [Drunk Voicemail] [Ex-boyfriend] [Missing you] [Regret]
Audio Roleplay for Women | "Orbit" | Drunken Confession
Audio RP: Your Ex-boyfriend Asks For Another Chance [M4A] (not drunk but i love this one) (also it has a part two as well yayyy)
this one ((M4A but he does say you have a "pretty face") bc i do like Luci being upset someone is going to hurt the MC) and this one ((M4F) because i like the frustration lmao rip) also fit the vibe but neither are drunk or exes lmao rip
like, you would think as someone who is chronically ill to the point that my meds say "absolutely no alcohol (and one used to say no weed, idk if im still on that one, id have to go check)" that i would not give a shit about drunk scenarios buT I DO LOVE IT IN FICTION SO MUCH. my irl friends also like getting drunk on/off, or high, and my forced sobriety due to meds (and also family history, let's be honest. i do come from a long line of addicts, apparently, best i dont get involved, and i never have been) means i get to play Designated Driver pretty often. so i do recognize some realities/fantasties in the scenario. but also, god, i love the trope because it allows for such forced vulnerabilities, i fucking love whump fics, and a drunk ex fic is really just a whump fic with no bruises
and, ngl, i do think it is more likely we will get a First Kiss pov somewhere down the line if it loses than i think we will get a Hallway pov if it loses
plus, they were like what, 10?? 11??? idk how old they were when Luci/MC got together. but i know these fuckers are fresh out of high school and Luci is getting drunk, which means biTCHES ARE UNDERAGE DRINKING (which is an interesting characterization for Luci that i think reveals a lot about the Rivera parents as well as Luci's connections to wealth/alcohol), so there is that drama of "hide, hide, hide!!" if nothing else
and, again, then there's not only the angst of "ah, my ex-partner and/or -best friend" and the wanting to make up platonically/romantically but there is also the angst of "i knOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET MURDERED SOON AND IM NOT READY TO GO TO YOUR FUNERAL BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP THIS" kind of "lost time", "call for rain-check until you can't" angle too. plus, i could see Luci being protective or frustrated or terrified, there are so many fun angles no matter the platonic/romantic additional feelings involved. and, because of how this pov works, there isnt going to be a kiss or anything happening. so it's just going to be slow-burn (to friends or lovers, idk your mc) and pining (platonic pining is a thing), i love that for me specifically lmao
but i do, like, get it. i get what you mean. if i thought this ask was mean-spirited, i wouldve deleted it and not answered; but i read this as "lol yeah that is fucked of me huh lmao you right". bc, YEAH, first kiss is romantic, drunk in your shared hallways is NOT lmao rip but i dont care if its romantic or not, i care that its making my guts get all twisted up. and the angst of (1) drunk ex that needs to taken care of (or needs to run away from you, either or) (2) thinks youre going to be murdered/in an accident and die soon and (3) may/may not still be in love with you and (4) knows they dont have enough time to reconcile with you and make-up for lost time... ngl, that is going to impact me more than a first kiss. im ready for the tragedy. fucking love this kinda shit
also i have my own hcs about my mc, Giselle "Gigi" Kraven, and Luci Rivera's first kiss. so. that probably also plays a role in all this bUT HEY!! IM STILL TRYING FOR THE 50/50 LMAO RIP WE ARE HELPING EACH OTHER, MY COMRADE đ¤ YOU GET (DOOMED) FLUFF AND I GET (ALSO DOOMED) DRUNK ANGST, THAT'S A WIN-WIN LOL
*i would like to add: i have no idea if any of these VAs have drama or something. i dont pay attention to the fandoms, except vaguely for Redacted Audios because of the theories and world-building happening there (which the video here doesnt have much to do with), but otherwise i am so fucking ignorant bc i do not look these people up, i just watch their videos. i have been burned too many times by the Steven Universe fandom and other such communities and whatnot to get involved in fandoms i am only casually into, so i just only stick my nose into fandoms/creators i am die-hard into and dont delve into the rest, thanks for understanding if i may be out of the loop âď¸
#shwarmi#me#disenchanted if#disenchanted#luci rivera#edit: ngl the Cardlin video (or however you spell his name) swuicks me out a bit bc he says ''[I miss] Your body..'' and i went#EW UGH GROSS GET AWAY FROM ME but it was two words so ill allow it to stay on the list bc not everybody is so anti towards the#idea of other people seeing them as sexy. gahh i hate being seen as sexually appealing. makes me wanna gag ugh#*squicks
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