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chrisbitchtree · 2 years ago

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For @memes-saved-me, whose post about post-S2 Harringrove inspired this!

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Tap tap tap. Steve wakes from an uneasy sleep to the sound of pebbles hitting glass. He rolls over and looks at the clock. 2am. The smile on his face grows as he pushes up off the bed and makes his way to the window. He opens the blinds to find Billy standing on the ground, two floor down, grinning up at him. He opens his window, sticking his head out.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy calls, softly, his voice carrying in the quiet of the night. “You gonna let me in, or are you coming out?”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Steve replies, before racing to grab a hoodie and some shorts, shaking his head fondly. He and Billy have been fucking around for six months now. Once they’d both apologized to each other for their part in the fight at the Byers, they’d started circling each other, the tension becoming palpable. Just after Christmas, they’d spent a night talking in the Camaro, Steve’s dad’s good whiskey in hand, and Billy had finally made a move.

It had been casual at first, meeting up every once in a while to fuck in the back of one of their cars at the quarry, or the bathroom of a party if they happened to meat there, but now that they made things official three months ago, they can’t stand to be apart. It would be a little gross even for Steve, the sap that he is, if he wasn’t part of it.

Every spare moment is spent together, talking out on Steve’s patio, watching the stars out by Lover’s Lake, or sneaking into the showers at the Hawkins Community Pool once it’s closed for the night. That’s where they were tonight, Steve hanging around the sign in desk, waiting for Heather to go home, before Steve took his time taking Billy apart under the hot shower water.

They parted with promises to see each other tomorrow, but Billy clearly can’t wait that long, and Steve’s happy that he can’t. He slips on his sandals and opens the front door, Billy standing there waiting for him. They usually wouldn’t take a risk like this, but with it being so late, they take their chances, Billy pinning him up against the front door and kissing him until they’re both breathless. From the desperate feel of it, you’d think they’ve been apart for years, not hours, but here they are, three hours after saying goodbye.

“Couldn’t wait any longer to see you, pretty boy. Had to come,” Billy says, nuzzling Steve’s neck. It tickles, and Steve lets out a gleeful little giggle. He can’t remember the last time he giggled before he got together with Billy, but the other boy just brings that out in him, that carefree, happy, gleeful side.

Steve wraps his arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer, and whispering in his ear. “I’m so happy that you did.” He pulls back to look at the other boy, his sleep messed golden curls framing his face, his blue eyes bright in the moonlight.

“Wanna go for a drive?”, Billy asks, pulling out his car keys.

Steve nods, pulling on his hoodie and taking Billy’s hand. They walk down the driveway and out into the street to the Camaro, that’s parked, as always, two blocks away. Billy doesn’t want to park in the driveway, less a passerby put two and two together, and Steve doesn’t blame him. It’s hard to keep their relationship under wraps when he wants to shout about how much he loves Billy from the rooftops, but Hawkins isn’t exactly accepting of their kind, so it’s all longing glances and late-night meetups until they can get out of here. Hopefully soon, and together.

They get in the car and drive, Steve rooting around under his seat until he fishes out his own Bruce Springsteen tape and pops it into the tape player. He’s the only one that’s allowed to touch the stereo besides Billy and knowing that makes him feel a little giddy. Born to Run starts up as they reach the edge of town, and Billy rolls the windows down, speeding up as they start to shout, “tramps like us, baby, we were born to run”.

When they first started going for drives together, singing this song felt desperate and sad, and made Steve’s heartache, thinking of having to run away from everything he’s ever known, just to be with Billy, but now, it makes him feel happy and hopeful for his future. He doesn’t have to run, he gets to run, to a brighter, better day. He takes Billy’s hand in his own, holding on for the ride. It doesn’t matter where they’re going, as long as they’re together.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes

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libido · 2 months ago

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ok y’all peep me talking about this i’ll put it below da cut

I have such a genuinely hard time trying to wrap my head around how the official story laid out was that Elisa didn’t take her meds, had a psychotic break and went into that water tank. How???? Did she get up there??? Legit it was never answered outside of the Cecil saying the alarmed door to the roof was never set off during her stay, on the 5th floor the dogs picked up her scent and it went to the fire escape… however, the elevator footage too never being dated and the timecode being blurred?

like why was the timecode blurred and what time was she in the elevator? it for sure happened in the early morning hours perhaps after her encounter at the last bookstore, the footage being slowed and 50 seconds of it missing? The buttons pressed revealing she was on the 14th floor when she was staying on the 5th floor? was there really no footage of her getting up to the 14th floor..? what was in the missing 50 seconds? was someone actually outside the elevator or was the someone a figment of mania?

the way too the autopsy said she had no water in her lungs or stomach too, but, ruled it as drowning? the autopsy saying too her clothes had sandlike particles and long black fibers too?? like what were those fibers from????? the sand yeah could be from the water tank but black fibers? that’s where im lost …

her glasses too? no mention ever of them, in the elevator footage she’s not wearing them and it’s apparent she is struggling to see because of how close she gets to the elevator button panel.. how would she safely climb to the roof, climb another latter and jump or fall into a water tank without being able to see and her wearing sandals in the video like whaat … bc ik if i tried that with no glasses and sandals id be struggling

the rape and fingernail kit results never being published too is weird.. like 100% with how there was no blood or urine it should have been inconclusive

the girls she shared a hostel room with originally too? they had elisa moved because of “odd behavior” yet the girls were never interviewed or questioned on what was so odd?? the manager too being in the Netflix documentary… she was very suspicious, like all of a sudden bringing new information saying she was leaving notes saying to leave to the girls and demanding a password to let the girls in, saying elisa said “la is crazy but so am i!”, why wouldnt this information be revealed much sooner until years latee on a fucking Netflix documentary where this lady says shes never talked about it before like????? i do have a hard time believing that these events happened because there’s no real proof because it’s more of he said she said, no interviews or questioning.. who knows if these girls ever really existed i have no idea

the way too on her tumblr she documented the places she was going around la and openly said “suggestions and meetups are open”… why was that never looked into?? she did have a missing phone that wasn’t ever recovered, said to possibly be lost or stolen. it doesn’t help too it’s downtown LA, the cecil hotel AND next to skid row

it’s also so weird how like outside of her instagram, tumblr, twitter and blogspot like her entire facebook page is wiped clean and reverse image searching less used photos of her leads to no sources other than a pinterest account that’s a memorial. like it’s so strange there’s all these touching photos of her and yet like reverse image searching them has no results. it’s so weird like where did these photos come from then? like its said too that she posted photos of her trip to the san diego zoo yet gone without a trace

okay but what are the chances with the fact that after her body was found a tb outbreak happened on skidrow and that the fucking test is named lam-elisa (yes, it was named long before her and tb was a previous issue on skid row) gahdamn that is some crazy ass timing … so is the last bookstore’s domain leading to a po box down the street from her burial site.. so strange, i get these are strange coincidences but its like what are the chances of this happening. wow

ngl y’all im going down the elisa lam case rabbithole again

#✎#celeste rambles #elisa lam

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wonlouvre · 3 years ago

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pairing: non-idol!mingyu x non-idol!female oc genre: fluff just because we love it word count: 2.9k+ WARNINGS: none! (pls tell me if i missed anything!)

Kim Mingyu is always caring and always loving. 💌: it’s true... kim mingyu has found his way to my heart. lol just kidding! it’s the vlog and ugh!!!! he’s so soft, sexy and domestic (don’t u dare disagree with me) and i had to talk about it!!! PLS SEND THIS SOME LOVIN <3 thank you!

1. Finding excuses to touch each other in little ways

Mingyu always gravitates towards you whenever your circle of friends get together. He seems to always find a way to be right beside you, regardless if the space is too small for his tall build. It doesn’t matter if you're sitting on a single seat sofa, the arm rest is plenty comfortable to lounge on (it’s not). And when you’re chatting with your friends other than him? He will just stand where you are, also listening (as if you don’t have enough ears already).

But more than that, you think it’s him finding excuses to touch you. It’s not necessarily the bold hand holding type or resting his arm around your waist kind of touching. It’s more on the subtle grazing of his knuckles against yours, shoulders bumping or his arms on the backrest, warming the back of your neck (when you’re finally on a big couch).

It’s a little suspicious because you and Mingyu never established anything about crossing the boundaries of your friendship. In fact, it’s not only until recently that you started sending text messages other than the time and location of your meetup. You’ve known him for a short while. You met him through a mutual friend and that was it. You became part of their circle, him with yours. You now share text messages of what time you get off of work or what you are having for dinner. You even talk about the current drama you’re watching until midnight even though you’re already tired and could pass out anytime soon.

You honestly don’t know how it all started, but you’re not complaining. At all.

You’re not complaining whether it be him excitedly running to you once you arrive or patiently waiting until the person sitting next to you leaves and slowly fills the vacancy. You also don’t mind when he removes the stray strand of hair you didn’t notice while you’re talking and puts it behind your ear. You’re also not uncomfortable when his gaze lingers to your face when he thinks you don’t notice.

You’re no different anyway.

Your fingers always absent-mindedly find their way to the soft fabric of his shirt whenever he walks ahead of you. Sometimes, your hand rests a little longer on the back of his neck when he leans the other way to answer one of your friend’s questions while you speak to the one on your side. The bravest display of affection you have ever done was not only rubbing your hand against his back but slipping it underneath his sweatshirt where you could feel his bare skin and taut muscles because he said he was cold.

That was the first among many.

Eventually, you start grasping Mingyu’s hand when he offers it whenever you’re walking to the restaurant, park, cafe or the parking lot without the need to look behind you . He just holds them out, trusting that you’ll take it. You actually do. Every single time. You don’t see it, but it puts a wide grin on his face.

2. Slowly becoming more comfortable with each other

It was a long tiring day at work but you couldn’t say no to Minghao’s birthday dinner invitation. He’s the mutual friend that led you to meeting Mingyu and aside from the long history the two of you share, you are grateful for him bridging you and Mingyu. Plus, his party always has the best foods and drinks.

Mingyu must have seen right through you. Your shoulders were slumped and face casted down when you entered the house and removed your coat. Mingyu was waiting for you, leaning on the beam post as he scrolled down his phone to kill time. He offers you a small smile to which you return immediately. The day doesn’t sound so bad anymore.

It gets better when he meets you halfway and envelopes you in a big warm hug. Your arms didn’t hesitate to circle around his neck, face nuzzling to his neck and smelling his scent you have grown familiar with. He almost swept you off of your feet and pressed a kiss on the side of your head, but he restrained himself and settled for a hug in the meantime.

“Ahem,” you hear Minghao’s voice, making you reluctantly let go of the baby giant standing in front of you. “It’s my birthday. Shouldn’t I get a hug too?”

You chuckle and make your way towards him. You give him a hug, but only with one arm because Mingyu was holding the other one back, his fingers interlaced with yours. “Happy birthday, Minghao.”

Your friend mutters a sincere thank you. Afterwards, he sends a cheeky wink to Mingyu as if to tell him that he knows. In return, Mingyu just glares at him. You’ll never probably know about this teasing exchange, but who knows, Minghao always finds a way to have the upperhand. He’ll save this story after the two of you officially date.

“Make a move already,” Minghao says and nudges his friend who’s left alone after you excused yourself to the restroom.

“Shut up,” Mingyu groans and down the drink he’s holding. “I’ll do it soon, you impatient prick.”

Minghao just gives his signature giggle.

You return after five minutes and Minghao’s wink doesn’t go unnoticed. You frown when he snickers as he takes his leave. He must be getting drunk, you thought and find your place beside Mingyu once again, his arm around your shoulders while yours around his waist.

“What was that all about?” You ask and look up to him.

“Hmmm?” He hums and intently meets your eyes. “What is it?”

“Minghao,” you answer. “He just winked at me. Were you guys talking behind my back?”

Your narrowed eyes and sulky pout makes Mingyu smile in adoration. He shakes his head and leans down to lightly bump his forehead against yours. For a moment, your heart stops beating at the action. You thought he was about to kiss you.

“No, of course not,” he assures you and ruffles the top of your head. “It must be the alcohol.”

3. Remembering little details about each other

There’s this one habit that you noticed Mingyu has been doing. His hair is short compared to yours, but even with that length, he likes to pull some strands and twist them around his fingers. At first you were confused, but when you witnessed him sleepily do it after he woke up from a quick nap, you were sure nothing looked more endearing.

These days you do it for him and that makes him drift to dreamland in an instant. It wasn’t an intentional act. The first time was when you were in the car on the way to the rest house that you’ll be staying at with your friends. He was squirming and couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. You felt bad because he looked like he really wanted to get some shut-eye. So without any hesitation, you gently grab his head and let it rest on your shoulder. Mingyu becomes small beside you once he wraps his arms around yours. You were only caressing his hair in the first few minutes and it’s not until later you started doing his habit. He was snoring all throughout the ride and you weren’t bothered by one bit.

On the other hand, Mingyu noticed that you only use one pillow. Not only when you sleep. You just seriously have one pillow on your bed and that’s it. You told him it’s inside one of your cabinets when he asked you where the other pair was when he visited (he goes to your place now, alone). He asked why and your only answer is that you don’t want it to accumulate dust.

“I sleep just fine with one pillow for my head to rest on anyway,” you tell him while placing the hot mug on the center table.

“Noted,” he says and pat the cushion of your couch for you to sit on. “I won’t give you any then for your birthday.”

You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless and finally take your seat.

Mingyu takes the remote and presses play to start the movie you decided to watch. You snuggle closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. Almost like an instinct, Mingyu wraps his arm around you without tearing his eyes from the television.

“You could be my other pillow,” you murmur under your breath and if Mingyu was too engrossed in the film, he wouldn’t hear you.

Good thing he wasn’t. Because he heard you loud and clear.

Remember when Mingyu said he won’t buy you a pillow for your birthday? He didn’t. But he did on one random day.

Your hands were by your hips as you watched him take your now old pillow and replace it with the brand new ones he bought. He must be out of his mind if he thinks he can just barge into your bedroom and change your decor. Well, you must be also out of your mind because you’re allowing him to do so.

“Can I know why you’re suddenly changing my pillow?” You question as you follow him around.

“You’ll sleep better with these,” he guarantees, fluffing them up.

You cross your arms and challenge his claims. “How do you even know that?”

“I asked around and did my research,” he answers and takes your hand to pull you to the mattress. “Doctors also recommend this particular pillow design.”

He makes you lay down and when your head hits his gift, you can’t deny the instant relaxation your muscles felt. You thought you were going to fall asleep right this moment.

“How is it?” Mingyu asks, still standing as he peers down at you. “Feels good, right?”

“Lay down with me and you’ll find out,” you boldly offer, looking him directly in the eyes.

Mingyu blinks in astonishment, but doesn’t back down. He quickly removes his slippers (the one you bought only for him) and takes the space on your other side. This is the first time he’ll ever lay beside you on your bed and you honestly don’t know how to feel. In a good way. A really really good way.

“Oh wow,” he says with a sigh and closed eyes. “This does feel good.”

You smile and prop yourself on your elbow to face him and bop his nose. “You didn’t have to buy me this, but thank you nonetheless.”

Mingyu opens his eyes before holding you close to him, your head on his chest and his one arm underneath your body. He briefly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes again.

“Anything for you.”

4. Showing that they care for one another

“I can always cook for you, if you want.”

Mingyu, being the ever all around and caring person that he is, decided to make you lunch. He cooked you your favorites because you mentioned at your dinner date (yes, you finally call your times spent together dates) that you missed eating them and cooking has been excluded from your schedule because of your lack of energy to do so.

Your smile is beaming while you fix the collar of his coat. He hasn’t even showered yet by the looks of his disheveled hair and familiar yellow t-shirt you saw during your video call last night. He probably woke up earlier than usual to cook and rush to get here.

“You know that I will appreciate that, right?” You ask and pat his chest. “But no thank you. I’m just busy this week. I will find a way to cook again.”

Mingyu purses his lips and nods. “Well, just say the word and I got you.”

You giggle and kiss his cheek. “How’s the song you’re working on with Wonwoo by the way?”

It was Mingyu’s turn to smile as he tail behind you to your bedroom. He mentioned this collaboration once (he talked about it for hours but that doesn’t matter) and his heart swells with pride that you remembered. You know that he has a lot of interests and that he’s good at doing them. Recently, he’s been immersed with music composing because he had the chance to visit Jihoon’s studio and watch him do his magic. Bringing Wonwoo along was a piece of cake because of their similar tastes.

“It’s doing great!” He answers and plops down on your bed. “We’ll try to finish recording this week and then we’ll continue from there.”

“I’m so excited to hear it,” you genuinely say while caressing his face. His eyes were closed when he nodded and smiled. He’s really sleepy now. “You can stay here if you want. Nap, shower or whatever.”

Mingyu has stayed the night countless of times. He has his own drawer of clothings, slippers, toothbrush, facial wash, soap and shampoo among many other belongings here already and if he had his own key, he can also just saunter his way in. But out of respect for you, he doesn’t. He can’t wait for that to happen though.

Mingyu doesn’t need to be told twice, immediately removing his warm coat and dropping it to the floor. You roll your eyes and pick it up, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair. You watch him slip underneath the blanket and hold the pillow you use close to him, slowly falling asleep.

You breathe out a dreamy sigh and lean down to kiss his forehead. “See you later, baby.”

5. Slowly, but surely falling in love

How do you even start finding the right words to describe how Mingyu has made a huge difference in your life? He tells you how you did all the time. You, however, can’t seem to exactly point them out. Your boyfriend (for the nth time, finally) is not bothered by one bit but you feel bad because you want him to know, you want to assure him.

He just shakes his head at you and pulls you closer to his naked torso, coaxing you to sleep and not let it get in your head. You relent after a while, giving his pecs a soft kiss and closing your eyes.

The following morning, Mingyu wakes up early because he has to meet with the director and production crew that will bring their music video to life. They took a break after the song was finished to breathe and let ideas flow naturally without any force. The song was beyond amazing and you are proud of what he and his best friend accomplished. He’s on a roll these days and you're happy for him.

Mingyu remains on the bed, picking up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. His other arm remains wrapped around you, running soothing circles on your shoulder as you continue to sleep. He lowers the brightness level before scrolling any further, afraid that it will awfully wake you up. He has the option to get up, but he prefers you to not get cranky because he left.

Eventually, Mingyu has to force himself up but not without leaving kisses all over your face. You were already awake the moment he woke up. You were just stalling for time with your eyes closed so that you can keep him close to you. When he detaches himself, you finally open your eyes and follow his body walking towards the bathroom.

The bedroom is dark from the closed curtains, but the light he turns on is enough for you to get a good grasp of how sexy and handsome your boyfriend is. You ogle at him and you’re proud of it. He has caught you numerous times already, but he admits that he’s the same with you. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing a hoodie matched with sweatpants or a lace camisole paired with an underwear of the same material. His eyes will follow you.

After stretching your limbs that fell asleep with you, you sit up and stand from the bed as well. You put your slippers on and grab the cardigan he always leaves on the chair and drape it over your upper body. Mingyu hears your movements as he brushes his teeth and smiles at your sluggish steps towards him.

“Breakfast?” You ask while wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek resting against his back.

“I’ll grab some with Wonwoo hyung,” he answers, rinsing the toothbrush. “Do you want me to cook for you?”

You shake your head no and plant a kiss on his warm skin. Even at this point of your relationship, Mingyu has been consistent. Always caring, always loving.

“It’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep again in the living room once you leave.”

Mingyu turns around and wraps his arms around your waist. You lean towards him and let his body engulf yours. He kisses, once or twice, the top of your head before reluctantly letting go to shower.

“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” he says. “I’ll cook.”

“No, I will cook,” you rebut and he just shakes his head. “I love you, Mingyu.”

Mingyu almost slipped on the cold tiled floor. You laugh and he glares at you.

“I told you not to surprise me like that!” He complains and shuts the curtains closed.

You roll your eyes and walk outside to the living room.

“And I love you too!”

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baebaejooheon · 3 years ago

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Corpse husband x cottagecore! Reader headcanon

Just a cottagecore esque thing where it’s readers birthday and they throw a big meet up/sleepover thing.

Fem reader just bc. Mentions wearing a dress/skirt

A/N: uhhh leave me alone Ik I have a series in the works that I haven’t written for in months. Leave me alone 😎 not edited pls it’s rlly not good , as well as written at 6 am. Based on a maladaptive daydream I had for like a week straight. I could turn this into a real fic if anyone wants it but like ahaha I can barely write once a year 😌🤚🏻 I will probably reread it and fix it later but as of now you get what you get. I literally just typed this on my phone with no sleep so like 🤗🤪

Originally posted by datchidatchi

A little background, Y/N lives in a medium sized cottage esque house. She has a small garden in her back yard, as well as a free roam fluffy brown cow named dellie, and a big chicken coop. As well as a duck that roams the property and a couple of other animals. As well as a huge flower field a little off the premises. (All of this is infact important.)

It’s Your 23rd birthday, and for this big occasion you decided to invite over all your friends, even those who live outside of the country, to your small home in the middle of nowhere. This would be the meetup that would break the internet.

Many people were invited. The typical among us group:Jack, Felix, Rae, Sykunno, Toast, Poki, and even Corpse who was given the option even tho the likelihood was low given the situation.

A few SMP friends you had made through association were also invited: Karl, Alex, Nick etc.

Many people, lots of fun.

The morning of your birthday, You awoke to many messages and posts for your birthday. Lots of bomb selfies on the feed as well as #HAPPYBDAYY/N trending on Twitter. Along with this, you were greeted with a few texts from your non American friends stating that they arrived safely or that they were checking into the hotel rooms they had booked for the weekend.

When the time came for the party, most of the people had managed to show up. The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in hand, posting pictures, celebrating being together as well as it being your birthday.

Filling the trending tab on Twitter with so many hashtags

Around 10 pm you got a call from corpse and decided to head upstairs to get some peace and quiet from the loud music in your living room.

Answering the phone the conversation wasn’t anything special, corpse wishing you the fourth happy birthday for that day, as well as asking how everything was going. It was a normal conversation, that was, until his breath hitched and his voice started to quiver as he grew quiet, barely mumbling. Asking what was wrong, corpse went on a small tangent about how he wished he was more confident with his looks, how he wished it wasn’t scary showing his closest friends what he looked like etc. and how he wished he could be there at the party with everyone.

“Corpse I’ve told you 100 times. I understand your situation and it’s ok that you couldn’t show up. I don’t hold it against you, but I didn’t want you to feel left out :))”

“What would you say if I said I just pulled up in an Uber and I’m absolutely terrified of what’s gonna happen?”

Sneaking out of the back door as quickly as possible and running to the front lawn preparing herself. Corpse steps out of the car and You just jump in his arms. like full on koala grip on this man.

Holding his face and just showering him with compliments. Lots of reassurance and sweet nothings.

Heading to the back porch in order to allow him to calm down and prepare. The two end up sitting outside in the dark talking for like 30 minutes.

Finally working up the courage to head inside. You hold his hand the whole time and you see his hands start to shake.

Stepping into the living room, Jack noticing corpse was there, smiling but not saying anything after realizing he’s nervous. Meeting eveyone for the first time really being hard on him. No one else knowing what he looks like so no one really has a reaction

“Look who I found”

“Oh Y/N!! We were wondering where you ran off too. Who’s your friend?”

Corpse just hits them with a “uhh, hi 🤗”

Everyone freaking out as soon as they realize who it is and trying to talk to him.

Phones were put away for most of the night in fear of leaking anything.

You going the extra step to check everyone’s camera rolls (with consent of course) just incase and deleting any photo with any form of corpes face.

A group selfie with just corpse’s hand doing a peace sign

Many drunk escapades

Everyone finding a place to crash for the night. Some staying awake on their phones, some heading to hotels, some alresdy passed out for the night.

You check in on corpse before you head to bed, knowing today was a lot for him.

“Surprisingly? One of the best nights I’ve had in awhile :))”

Heading off to bed.

6 am rolls around and ms Y/N is up at the crack of dawn to do morning chores for the small farm.

Cute hobbit esque dress. Brown skirt, off the shoulder white flowy shirt tucked in, white frilly apron, brown corset belt Etc. you know the fit

Walking down the stairs, you see corpse on his phone in the dark sitting at her dining room table. Everyone was still asleep and it seemed like corpse hadn’t even slept a wink. You know, his insomnia and all.

“What are you doing awake? It’s only 6 am and you partied pretty hard last night?”

“Farm life doesn’t stop for a hangover, but I could ask you the same thing mister :) come on you can help me out”

Corpse is 100% not dressed to do anything outside, especially not any farm work.

Tells him to wait on the back porch while she gathers some stuff from the house. coming out with a messenger bag as well as a basket and a blanket.

Sets everything down and continues to feed the animals with corpse, asking him to grab the big bucket of feed. showing him the ropes, filling up everyone’s water dishes. Collecting eggs etc.

Corpse just watching you with a smile on his face. Your just talking to all your animals, yelling at fiesty hens for pecking at your legs and/or talking to Gerald the duck for getting in the way.

Corpse lowkey obsessed with dellie the cow. Pets her and coos for like 5 minutes straight.

When they finish the sun is barely rising everything still looks like a silhouette from far enough away. putting what needs to go inside away, and then grabbing the messenger bag off the porch.

Dragging corpse to the flower field just down the hill at the edge of the property.

Laying out the blanket and sitting just talking for hours.

You plays music from your phone through a small speaker, dancing around and twirling, lost in your own world.

Corpse’s Instagram story is just full of videos and pictures of you in the sunrise, small captions like happy birthweek to the most amazing person Ik. Or damn who knew farm girl had moves.

Literally 30+ story posts at 7 am.

Corpse takes a picture of you making a flower crown. Shadows cast across your skin, the small bit of sunrise light casting a soft golden glow. The field of flowers all around. Literally goddess worthy.

Fans going crazy reposting the pictures, spamming Twitter etc.

His camera roll is FULL of pictures of her.

Giving corpse A flower crown full of an array of wild flowers

Dancing together. Just twirling and laughing.

City boy corpse loving the farm life

Secretly of course

Relaxing and just sitting with eachother as it slowly reaches 10 am.

“Uh, thanks for this morning, I had a lot of fun.” A small sleepy smile on his face. The flower crown crooked on his messy curls as he just stares into your eyes.

You both end up leaning in for a kiss bumping noses as you gently pull away

Definitely the best birthday gift you could have asked for

Heading back inside to see how everyone’s doing.

Rae being one of the few awake asking where the two of you had been seeing it was already around noon

“Those of us awake took it upon ourselves to raid your kitchen sorry not sorry”

Corpse getting sleepy wanting to take a nap seeing as it was noon and he was running on little to no sleep.

You let him rest in your bed as you occupy everyone downstairs

Everyone leaving around 3 pm, corpse is still asleep so you go outside to check on all the animals once again.

Letting Gerald in the house bc he’s being a pain in the ass.

When you come into the house you see corpse coming down the stairs rubbing his eyes and streatching. His shirt twisted and raising slightly, the jewelry and chains he was wearing now gone.

Giving him a good “morning” kiss.

The day is filled with you cooking for him. Making fun of his foil troubles, watching movies, laughing and overall joking.

Spending the rest of the night cuddling together and making the most of the time you had together.

Making things between you official

✨Extra✨

When you post about eachother to tell the fans that the two of you have been dating for like 6 months the captions are wild.

Corpse is like “ugh look at my gorgeous girlfriend, so pretty, so nice and kind, the most amazing person ever” just full on simp. The pictures he uses are from the morning after your birthday.

Your picture is just you guys holding hands. His usual chains and jewelry. Caption just “eww a city boy 🤮, gotta take all the love I can get tho”

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starcrossedkaiju · 3 years ago

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Kingslayer AU: Chapter Five

If you remember that post I made about the Red Resistance you’re a real one.

Notes: this one is very short. It’s just to move the plot along and blah blah blah. Next chapter is a good one I think.

The next time Scott showed up to the Red Desert it was for a petty fight that Scar had instigated by trying to steal directly from the Renchanting base. The situation made Scott face palm, and he contemplated not even showing up. However, when Jimmy offered to go in place of him, he told him not to bother. That he would be back in less than a day and night cycle.

Scott walked into the meeting just as the Red Army crested a hill. Which they stayed on. Scar yawned exaggeratedly and trekked up to his opponent, who was wearing a bandage on his left arm.

Cleo was also there. She seemed to be focused on drawing shapes in the cracked sand with the tip of her sword. Most likely feeling bitter about her former ally, Tango, joining Dogwarts. Everyone was paying as little attention as possible while Scar fired off false promises and white lies. Grian busied himself with apologizing to the nearest members of the Red Army for Scar’s embarrassment.

Scott was nearly falling asleep on his feet when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Tango.

“Hey Major, you got a minute?” he whispered.

“So many,” Scott responded, gesturing to the desolate state of their meeting.

The two of them quietly excused themselves from the group to speak in private. Scott didn’t know why he didn’t tell Tango to just leave him alone. Maybe it was because Tango had a certain air of reluctance about him, Scott was certain he pulled his punches. Maybe it was shear boredom.

“So, nice weather,” Tango observed the arid desert sky.

“Uh huh..” Scott provided, unimpressed.

Tango stared at him blankly. Awkwardly.

He cleared his throat, “so I heard about your battle with Skiz and Ren. Impressive,” Tango said.

“What is with you people and beating around the bush? We’re not friends,” Scott pushed Tango away by the middle of his chest, “Tango,” he reminded.

Tango looked hurt for a second, “ouch Major. Fine, I wanted to ask you to join me,” he said.

Scott burst out laughing, to which Tango scolded him and shook him by the shoulders. That shut him up, it also earned Tango a slap.

“Don’t touch me,” Scott ordered.

Tango put his hands up, “no touching here! But be quiet. I brought you over here alone for a reason,” he pointed out.

Scott glanced at his allies. Blissfully unaware of the possible treason he may have been about to commit.

“Nobody knows this yet,” Tango whispered, “but I’m spying on the Red Army,” he said.

“What?” Scott asked rhetorically.

“Yeah, I have a plan. It involves you,” Tango responded.

Scott paused to consider if he was really about to entertain whatever was about to come out of Tango’s mouth.

“How do I know you’re not just trying to get close to me and then kill me on behalf of him,” Scott pointed at Ren, who was rolling his eyes at Scar and animatedly conversing with him about something Scott forgot about a long time ago.

“You remember the cow farm right?” he said.

“Yes,” Scott nodded suspiciously.

“I let you take my cow, on the promise that you and Jimmy wouldn’t tell anyone,” Tango recited.

“And we didn’t,” Scott said.

“Exactly. I know I can trust you, and I can’t trust them, Etho tried to kill me remember?” Tango pointed at Etho and Ren.

“So I want you to join me. Not the Red Army, me. Impulse is doing the same thing,” he concluded.

“Didn’t Impulse actually kill you?” Scott pointed out.

Tango waved his hand, water under the bridge.

Scott drifted off into contemplation. Everything about joining a coup against the Red Army screamed danger. More than usual. Dogwarts was a force to be reckoned with. They had superior gear, defenses, players, and alliances. Maybe Scott could cheap shot Martyn and Skizzle, but he could not promise that same luck against Etho or anyone else for that matter. The thought of even trying made his stomach turn.

And then there was Jimmy. If their plan didn’t work, what would happen to Jimmy? The Crastle? Or the Red Desert for that matter? The target on their backs was large enough. Scott had to take a step back. Since when did he get himself involved in a war?

Since he started defending himself, his mind provided.

Since he started standing up for his own freedom. For their freedom.

“Okay,” Scott said.

“Really? You’re in?” Tango’s eyes lit up, his joy was a bit loud for Scott’s new predilection for secrecy.

“Shh!” Scott put a finger in front of his face, “that’s not what I said…” he averted his eyes.

“I want to, believe me, I do,” he said, “but I can’t.”

Tango’s smile faded instantly, his red eyes grew disappointed, “Why not?” he seemed hurt.

“I have too much to lose. I can’t risk this,” Scott held the charm of his necklace up, it’s gemstone still shimmered bright green.

“Scott, I admire your devotion, I really do; but this is a bit bigger than that,” Tango said.

Scott’s expression fell into shock and reproach.

That seemed like enough of an answer for Tango, who backtracked as he realized he’d struck a nerve.

“I mean!” he corrected, “I mean nothing will happen to Jimmy. Cross my heart, he will be under the Red Resistance’s finest protection,” Tango stood up straight and crossed his heart.

Scott decided that was satisfactory. He made a face that said the opposite though, just to make sure Tango’s pride wasn’t too uplifted.

“Fine. I’ll join you Tango, but if I get even the slightest inclination of funny business, I’m out,” Scott cautioned, but he agreed.

“Terms and Conditions, I get it. The Red Resistance will not indenture any of its members,” Tango responded with a gleeful grin.

“You guys and your red themed names,” Scott teased, but held his hand out. They ought to make it official before everyone stopped snoring.

Tango shook it enthusiastically. The two called it done and Scott returned to his side, and Tango returned to the Red Army.

*****

Scott traveled back home that day. No fighting had taken place, although Scar had decidedly talked himself into a hole and ended up giving Ren access to any sand Dogwarts and their affiliates needed for the next week. It was no skin off Scott’s back, he didn’t care. Not his sand.

Wearing so much armor and standing in place for two hours gets on ones nerves. Taking off his heavy diamond chestplate felt like enough liberation for the day. He expected to hear from Tango or Impulse at some point, preferably soon.

Jimmy asked him how the meeting went when he returned, holding out a cup of coffee.

Unsure of whether or not to tell the truth, Scott lied, he said nothing happened and made fun of Scar for running his mouth so much. He said he was tired.

*****

“Scott? That you?�� Tango’s voice came through a small door in his abandoned cow farm. It wasn’t needed anymore.

Scott pointed his torch towards the voice, illuminating a door, which Tango had crafted into the side of the underground farm.

“Yes it’s me. Why’s it so dark in here?” he asked.

“I don’t want people to know I’m still using this place, that’s why,” Tango motioned for Scott to come to him.

Tango silently listened for any sign that Scott had been followed, then pushed a stone slab in front of the hidden door with a silent thud.

On the other side of the door was a short hallway, then a very small room with some pillows on the floor and a table. A map of the server that included all the structures and members was pinned up on the wall. There was also a well loved notebook on the table.

“Where’s Impulse?” Scott asked, sitting down on one of the pillows.

“Ren needed him for something, he’ll probably be here next time,” Tango explained. He sat down and lit a candle to make more light.

“I thought we would start by going over the basics today,” Tango picked up the notebook and flipped through some of the pages absently.

Scott looked away and then back, “okay, shoot,” he said.

The “plan” centered around infiltrating the Red Army, convincing them (mainly Ren) that Scott had decided to switch sides. Then, him, Tango, and Impulse would eventually build their trust. Somewhere in there they would convince the Red Army to stop messing with people and come to an agreement with the rest of the server. Something about working together instead of against each other.

“We still have to work some stuff out,” Tango concluded with confidence.

“That’s the plan? You really think this’ll work?” Scott crossed his arms.

“If you can insult Scar convincingly enough, yes,” Tango said.

“Oh this’ll be easy!” Scott laughed, mostly to cover up his nerves.

Tango chuckled with him, then became serious once more, “I’m glad you have a sense of humor going into this. Even after what they did to you,” Tango said.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way,” he apologized.

Scott’s hands stung a bit in response, but he nodded a silent “thanks”.

They were quiet. Scott nervously fiddled with the hem of his coat, lost in thought, mostly regret.

Impulse did show up the next time. He arrived just after Scott did. Everyone sat awkwardly in the little room for a while and Scott was wrapped in nostalgia for a similar time. A time where the only threat was an obscene number of phantoms.

Over the course of their meetings, Scott observed his teammates and their actions. A far cry from who they used to be, including him. Scott’s hair had grown past his ears and turned purple at the tips, and he’d become rather paranoid about always wearing armor.

Tango spent much of their interactions lost in thought. The ghost of whatever was eating at him weighed visibly on his shoulders in the way his head was always bowed in a perpetual staring contest with the ground. He was irritable.

Impulse was a wild card to Scott, they’d never really met before; but it was clear he’d been changed as well. Illustrated by his long “mining” trips, which he only returned from to attend their weekly meetups with no resources to show for it, and a general aura of depression.

His mind was drawn back to the picture Cleo had taken of almost all his server-mates, together in front of the Vibe Machine. He’d studied everyone’s faces countless times. Mostly wondering where everything had gone wrong.

Had they ever truly been friends in the first place? Or was camaraderie a comfort when everyone else was just as weak as one another.

#finally. the end of act one.#also the end of me having to select from my notes app because #up until now I wrote EVERYTHING in the same document #never. ever do that.#kingslayer au #scott smajor #tangotek #impulsesv #3rdlife #3rd life smp #cas types #mcyt

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sleeptokenpuppy · 4 months ago

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preserving your tags for posterity

anywho, the main premise is that uk based sleep token cosplayers, especially the ones that go to conventions in sleep token cosplay, are really fucking brave to go around doing that where the band could just... yknow... show up.

it started with "they could just show up and witness the sleep token cosplayers, take pictures of/with them, and no one would know bc we don't know what they look like." and from there it spiraled out into, well, what if there's enough sleep token cosplayers for a photoshoot meetup? and furthermore, what if the boys sneak into said photoshoot meetup?

this train of thought has gone three distinct directions. all of them unhinged in their own way, all of them would set the whole fandom on fucking fire if they happened.

option one: they could go into the meetup as themselves, dressed and masked and painted and looking like they're ready to walk out on stage. they blend into the group photos... and then post the group photos to their official ig, with a caption basically asking "can you find us?" but yknow in their typical sleep tokeny way.

option two: they could go to the meetup cosplaying as each other. particularly funny if they make poorly-constructed cosplays, as if they were up until 5am getting the costumes together and are running on no sleep, no food, only hype and caffeine. and maybe after the photoshoot, they do a surprise set!! while cosplaying as each other, just for the mindfuck.

option three: they lurk around the photoshoot in completely unrelated cosplays in order to do a surprise set!! any cosplay where they've got their faces covered and there's room to still have their masks on underneath could work tbh.

but the way i thought of it while i was at work, they're in fursuits as the main animatronics from five nights at freddy's. they're set up with their instruments, completely unmoving, and if they move, they do so with jerky animatronic like movements. if questioned, someone says "we're a tribute band, we'll be doing a few sleep token covers when they do the cosplay shoot. con staff wouldn't let us surprise you, so we're set up here until the sleep token shoot."

then once the final photos have been taken, alkaline starts playing.

and there's freddy fucking fazbear, doing vessel's iconic walkaline.

as the singing starts, freddy, bonnie, chica, and foxy take off their fursuit heads to reveal the actual members of the band themselves in their masks and paint. maybe they even take the fursuits off and are dressed as they usually are underneath, who knows. what i do know is that when vessel starts singing, it becomes clear that this ain't no tribute band, it's actually them.

(it becomes even clearer when iii starts making his "open up the pit" gestures.)

after the first chorus he hands the mic to a con staffer, who says something like, "fazbear entertainment invites you to open up the fucking pit." the staffer gives the mic back and vessel cackles his way into "ooooh let's talk about chemistry!!"

the other funny "unrelated cosplay" option would be that they dress up as ghost. like vessel is one of the papas, ii and iii and iv and espera are ghouls, and someone in the crowd asks "wait are you REALLY sleep token" and vessel says "no we're ghost, get it right, here i'll show you" and they bust out a ghost cover. tiktok shits itself.

(the next day tobias forge posts a picture of himself wearing a vessel mask. tiktok shits itself AGAIN.)

listen, i SAID i maladaptive daydreamed too close to the sun and i MEANT IT!! someone take my brain away from me, i'm serious, i shouldn't be allowed to think lmao.

i maladaptive daydreamed too close to the sun and now the mental image of freddy fazbear doing the walkaline is stuck in my head

#worshitposting #if you're gonna ask if im okay: what does it look like

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script-nef · 4 years ago

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No need for jealousy, sweetie | Kageyama Tobio

Category: fluff

2k words; Is it a famous idol? Is it a high-skilled setter? Nope. It's his own son.

Everyone knows Kageyama Tobio, the genius setter of Japan’s national team and a member of The Monster Generation, is a love-struck fool. It’s not that hard to find out, seeing how his normally rigid and scowling face immediately turns soft and full of tender affection as soon as his wife is mentioned. His reaction is the same when his son, who celebrated his first birthday just a few months ago, becomes the topic of conversations as well.

The news of his son’s birth was posted all over Japan’s news as it consisted of a video uploaded onto his SNS account where you were beaming like a sun with your newborn baby in your arms while Tobio was silently crying his eyes out. He then moved to embrace you, words of thanks and love spilling out in between hiccups and cries. You joked that he cried more than you during the labour and everyone in the room was either laughing or comforting him.

You once attended one of his matches with Hikari in your arms, cheering for your husband and his team. As soon as the match was finished and congratulations were given, he zipped to your side and took the baby off of you. Hikari, recognising his father, gurgled joyfully and snuggled deeper into his embrace. As you started talking to Tobio, they both looked at you with an identical expression, like it was copy-pasted, that fans nearby took hundreds of photos. It’s one of the highlights in compilations of “Kageyama in husband mode” videos. (Other popular uploads include interviews where he doesn’t shut up when asked about your health or questions about your relationships. A lot of his fans started liking him thanks to YouTube’s wacky algorithms.)

Tobio is the embodiment of a devoted husband and father. Despite his odd memorisation skill which seemed limited to all things volleyball related, he never once missed an anniversary, birthday or doctor’s appointment. He even excused himself from practices for you. You can still hear how Hinata screamed “You’re skipping volleyball practice? You?” when he delivered the news. Interviews and commentaries after matches were cut short, much to his company and team officials�� dismay, because he couldn’t waste a second returning back to your side. He always repeated “[Name] is waiting. Goodbye.” with a bow and took off. He also wakes up practically instinctively to the baby’s cries even after he’s wiped out due to his rigorous training. The amount of superhuman stamina he has made you jealous since you’re half-dead after exercising a bit while he’s fit as a horse. He says any exhaustion he has evaporates as soon as he sees his son’s cute little face. A weird and floppy smile appeared on his face whenever he took the minuscule hands in his.

Hikari is practically a carbon copy of his father. Same piercing black eyes which look odd but strangely suitable on a one-year-old, smooth black hair growing in tufts and a round face with baby fat filling out his plump cheeks. Tobio sometimes pokes his chubby cheeks while he’s sleeping, hands trembling like he’s about to touch a priceless artifact. If you took a photo now and compared it to one of Tobio’s childhood ones, even he would be confused. They’re just that much alike.

When his teammates and friends visited to celebrate Hikari’s first birthday, their reactions were… quite interesting. Apparently they didn’t expect the child, a genetic offspring from Tobio and you, to have the similarity percentage lopsided to 99 and 1. Hinata argued 99.5 and 0.5 which caused another fight to explode between him and your husband.

It was very childish, the arguments thrown around being the equivalent of “Look at him! Are you sure you didn’t just split into half like that thing with the cell?” “Mitosis, idiot.” “Why are you still so mean, Tsukishima?! But yeah, mitosis!” “What the hell do you think you’re saying, dumbass? He’s so much like [Name]!” “Only you can see that, Mr Wife Idiot!” and so on. It was cut short when Hikari started crying due to the influx in noise and Tobio’s Dad Mode kicked in.

In your eyes, it’s absolutely adorable. Two copies of your favourite face in the world to wake up to and fill your life with. While pregnancy was a pain, right now is paradise. Especially since Hikari is a quiet and calm kid just like his father. By now, you should be concerned if they’re clones rather than father and son.

But recently, Tobio’s kind of miffed at Hikari for some reason. That doesn’t mean he’s neglecting his child, he would rather die than do that. He’s as attentive as ever, if not even more so than usual. Using his overpowered athletic skills to respond to Hikari’s whines or cries much faster than you, he drops everything and runs out at the smallest indication of discomfort. It’s also not because having a baby is a handful, they’re meant to be like that.

No, he’s just incredibly jealous of a one-year-old because “he’s taking up all your time and affection when you promised to love me most in the world”.

When he first said that, your initial reaction was to double-take because you thought you heard him wrong. The thought of “Well. My hearing is failing now” echoed in your head. But no, this dork was being possessive and filled to the brim with envy over his son. His own. Son. As unbelievable as it sounds, it’s kind of in character for Tobio. Tobio who has various epithets like:

King of the Court

Volleyball Idiot

Number 1 Wife Fan

Mr “I have two brain cells and one’s for volleyball and one’s for my wife. A third one is sprouting for my son.”

And plenty of other variations.

So far, the attempt to make him understand the needlessness of his concerns and jealousy haven’t gone well. Generally, it starts with your defence of “Tobio, I love you and Hikari equally.” “You said you would love me the most in the world!” “Fine then, I love you the most in the world.” “I know you’re lying!” “Sweetie, please.” Rinse and repeat.

He turns dejected after every single “fight” and curls up into a ball, refusing to talk to you unless you hug and kiss him. He thinks he’s sneaky and manipulative. He really isn’t, you have him playing in the palm of your hands.

But it’s going to become a real problem if he’s going to be jealous with the tiny tenant who’s going to be around for at least another 2 decades. And the worst thing is that you can’t regularly find advice since his closest friends aren’t… much of a help.

Hinata looked at you like you were crazy in one of your rare meetups. Tsukishima acted like he was actually getting sick from your concerns, that salty bastard. Yachi, kind and helpful and sweet Yachi, was the only one who made valuable contributions with Yamaguchi. It’s such a shame they’re so busy that they can barely have a social life nowadays.

“Hmm… I mean, he stills loves Hikari, right?”

“Yes. Endlessly.”

“Well then… how about treating him exactly the same as you did before Hikari came, if not more affectionately? That’ll show him that his son, his one-year-old son who doesn’t even understand the concept of jealousy, is not a quote-unquote threat.”

“Just threaten to leave him alone for like, a month if he keeps on being possessive. That’ll wake him up.”

“Tsukki!”

“Oh hello, Satan, didn’t think you'd be contributing. How’s roasting the souls of the innocent going?”

“It’s going fine. Would they really be innocent if they’re in Hell?”

“It’s a joke, Sea Salt. Also, that would crush him!”

“That’s the whole point.”

“I think you’re using this just to annoy him.”

“You’re thinking correctly.”

“Back to the topic at hand! [Name]-chan, just reassure and spend a lot of time with him.”

“That’s literally what I’m doing right now! Ughhh what should I dooooo…”

“You know it’s really annoying when lovestruck couples come and complain about their relationship like it’s a problem when in reality you’re happy, right? Just saying.”

“Tsukki, she has a real problem here!”

“Eh, does she though?”

And of course, that line of conversation took off before you could object and continued for the rest of the visit. So all in all, the two-hour lunch date with your friends resulted in a public commotion which nearly got you kicked out of the café. You were about to return home with no solid solutions when Hinata grabbed and stopped you.

“Hinata?”

“[Name]-chan, I’m sure it’s going to be fine. I think he’s just like this because he spent his entire life looking at either volleyball or you, and now that a third party has entered, he’s just not used to it. Time fixes everything or something like that, right?”

“It’s already been a year though…”

“Yeah, well… I’m sure he’s getting better. I remember when we visited you on Hikari’s okuizome, he was literally looking at you for the entire time. The entire time. When it was his son’s 100th day anniversary.”

Yes, Tobio spent the whole 5 hour party/ceremony with his eyes glued onto you, until everyone berated him for his lack of attention. Hinata literally flung a rubber band at his head and he didn’t even flinch. It was the main topic of conversation in your friend circle for the next month or so.

“But when we came again for his first birthday, Kageyama was all over Hikari! I think the transition of his love for you to Hikari is a bit slow, if that makes sense. He probably thinks the love you have for him is getting smaller compared to his love for you. Our Kageyama’s a bit of an idiot like that, right?” You don’t really know whether to nod or shake your head. “The fact that you’re hesitating kind of says everything, [Name]-chan. It’ll get better when his love for Hikari matches yours, okay? Hang in there!”

With a swift but warm hug, Hinata ran off to do his training.

The entire walk back home was filled with ruminations. Hinata was probably right. Kageyama’s attitude was slowly, but surely changing now that you’re thinking back. The ratio of his time with you and Hikari was 9:1 when he was just born, but recently it was more like 8:2. It should be concerning that this is the progress after a year of living together, but it’s better than nothing. You probably have nothing to worry about.

“Tobio, I’m home!” Silence welcomed you back. “Love? You home?” It was one of his rare days off and he said he would be taking care of Hikari so you could enjoy some free time while he can sleep in for the day. Also because his team instructor forbade him from meeting with Hinata since it always ends with a 3 hour volleyball match.

“In here.” A tiny reply emerged from the nursery. He always came running as soon as the front door creaked open like an overgrown puppy since you started living together, so this was surprising. Quietly tiptoeing in, you were met with your baby sleeping soundly in your husband’s arms, sucking on his thumb and sleep-babbling intermittently. Tobio’s face was one of love and pure happiness as he watched Hikari snoozing away like he didn’t have a care in the world—the same face he made when he stared at you. When he raised his head up to look at you, his eyes were filled with joy and warmth, crinkling in the edges.

“He’s so small.” He whispered, careful not to wake Hikari up. You joined him by his side, gently nudging your child’s chubby cheeks and revelling at its softness. “I have this… this feeling in my chest whenever I look at him… the same one whenever I see you.” Tobio’s hand came up to cup your face and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

“I love you both so much.”

Yeah, you have nothing to worry about.

#kageyama x reader #kageyama imagine #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu!! one shot #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kageyama #kageyama tobio #fluff #female reader

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theonlinemuse · 3 years ago

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After the last couple of episodes, we’re back with more headcanons because Yolanda Montez officially needs A Break™. So @freckledpianoman and the rest of us on the Hournite Discord decided to have Yolanda and Alex get away from their parents and stay with supportive relatives, with bonus Starcat included.

Details about Yolanda’s extended family can be found here. Warning for massive Season 2 spoilers ahead:

Yolanda gets more and more withdrawn following quitting the JSA and the Dugan-Whitmores look at each other and just know that something’s up. And you know Courtney, she’s impulsive. Long story short, she and Alex team up (with a little help from Beth and Barbara) to get in contact with Yolanda’s Tia Mimi because Yolanda needs out of that house stat

Ironically, Mike calls it Operation Jailbreak, much to Rick’s disgruntlement (who has to bide his time since Courtney and Mike have a whole other plan for him, Operation Jailbreak: Electric Boogaloo)

As much as the Montezes limit Yolanda’s socialization, she’s allowed to visit her Abuelita Coco and Tia Mimi once a week. Her oldest cousin Josefa is at college while her cousin Charo goes to a different high school, but they keep in touch through phone calls and video chat. The cousins promised to call each other at least once a month so warning bells go off after a month and a half passes without anyone hearing from Yolanda, especially since she sounded so strained and anxious the last time they talked

Now they’ve heard Yolanda talk about her friends, but it’s still a surprise when a determined blonde shows up at their doorstep with Alex, looking to talk to them about Yolanda’s situation

“Who are you—wait, blonde hair, starry clothes. And that’s clearly Yoyi’s plaid shirt. You must be Courtney, Yolanda’s told us all about you.” “She has? I mean, great! That’s great! Hopefully it’s all been good, Ms Zurita.” “Please, you’re practically family at this point. Call me Mimi.”

At first Courtney is expecting the same aloof treatment she got from Mrs Montez so she’s totally floundering when she’s ushered in for tejate and memelas. She has no idea what’s going on, but she’s liking what’s happening so far. It helps ease some of the tension when she tells Abuelita Coco and Tia Mimi what happened with Yolanda and her parents. There was a lot of yelling and Josefa and Charo trying to stop Courtney and their mom from outright kidnapping Yolanda

“Just let abuelita talk to my mom, she’ll have to listen to us then!” “You mean the sweet old lady who kept giving me extra memelas? Her?” “Where do you think Yolanda gets her personality from? There’s no way mom can ignore her.”

Meanwhile Alex thinks that the reason that Mrs Montez called Courtney a bad influence was because she and Yolanda were dating. Alex has witnessed how devastated his sister was post-scandal and in the past six months, he’s never seen her so alive. She smiles like her old self when she talks to him about her friends, but there’s a particular shine when she talks about Courtney and he know his sister. He immediately knows that there’s something that Yolanda isn’t telling him, but he decides to quietly support her until she’s ready to say it

So when a jittery Courtney not-so-stealthily sets up a covert meetup at the diner, acting so much like a worried girlfriend that Alex is immediately in on whatever she’s got planned. That’s his sister, he’s going wherever she goes. Yolanda scolds him finds out his involvement later on, grumbling about meddlesome little brothers while putting him in a headlock

“Seriously Yoyi, I was ready to break you out myself if you kept moping about your girlfriend.” “Wait, you think Courtney and I are dating?” “...you literally texted her when your spidey senses went she's about to kiss a mediocre white boy, HOW ARE YOU NOT DATING?! You know what, nevermind, I gotta call Mike.” “What? “Don’t worry, we can fix this!”

It takes months, but eventually Tia Mimi is granted custody of the Montez siblings, though Mr and Mrs Montez do insist on Alex visiting them at least twice a month. Courtney, Beth, and the Dugan-Whitmores are eager to celebrate, but they decide to give Yolanda some time with her relatives while Courtney texts Yolanda nonstop for the rest of the day. Yolanda tries to hide it at first, but her parents fighting for custody of Alex while they say nothing to her makes her feel even more alone and it’s the final breaking point with Yolanda’s relationship with her parents

The first night at Tia Mimi’s house, she curls up on the bathroom floor and let herself cry. It's not long before Alex finds her and drags her into a bear hug, letting her vent all her sadness and frustration

“I’m just tired. Why wasn’t I enough for them?” “You didn’t do anything wrong, sis. They’re the ones who won’t forgive you. And they’re the ones who won’t listen to me. You’re better off away from them anyways. And hey, you still have me.” “Look at you, my chill little bro’s all grown up. When did that happen?”

Josefa and Charo eventually find them and wrangle them onto the couch for Gansitos and Mario Kart and the rest of the night is filled with screams and laughter. And for a second, Yolanda thinks that maybe, maybe things will start to get better for her. Now if only she can figure out why everyone is pestering her to answer Courtney’s texts...

“Pobrecita, it’s not easy for Yolanda to date these days.” “They could just be really good friends, abuelita.” “I’ll believe that when you say it with a straight face, papito. I’ve seen the Fear Street, I know las novias when I see them.”

#Stargirl #Yolanda Montez #Courtney Whitmore #Starcat #superhero ladies #ship it

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wosoimagines · 4 years ago

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You Have To Be Okay - Christen Press/Reader

prompt: Hey ! Could you do a part 3 of the ‘you okay ?’/´you sure you okay?’ please ? like Reader and Morgan are official with the team and Christen realizes that she likes her too and like, Morgan loves someone else and both were in just to forget and try to move on. So Tobin and Christen go all in for the reader and happy ending ? buuuut drama/angst too if possible

warnings: Near death

words: 1666

(Y/N) POV

“Did you ever think that we would actually get a place together?”

I smiled at Morgan. It had been just over a year since the two of us officially met each other off of the field. So much so that our little meetups at each other’s places whenever we were in town turned into a date which led to another before we had started dating. Although we weren’t official to any of our teammates, I had proposed the idea of Morgan moving in with me and she gladly accepted.

“No,” I shook my head. Morgan was just supposed to be a distraction for me at the wedding. “I slept with you that first night because I needed a distraction from the fact that the woman I fell in love with was getting married.”

“I knew you were in love with Christen,” Morgan pointed at me. Morgan had asked me over and over again if I was in love with Christen but I always denied it. “You were a distraction for me as well.”

“Well, it looks like our distractions turned out to be something good.”

“Yeah, I guess they did.”

The two of us spent the day soaking in the fact that we had actually gotten a place together. We mostly spent the day talking and watching Netflix since Morgan was still behind on Supernatural. I was slightly surprised when I got a notification telling me that Morgan posted a picture on Instagram of me. I was even more surprised by the caption that practically told everyone that we were dating.

“Mo-”

“Look, I know we haven’t talked about coming out to the public, but I thought this would be the best time,” Morgan defended. She shrugged as she reached for a water out of the fridge. “Besides, we have a place together. I think that means we’re kind of serious.”

“I was gonna say, that if you would have told me, I would have had a post already on Instagram too.”

“Oh.”

I shook my head at her and my phone started to blow up with texts not only from my Utah teammates but also from my USWNT teammates. But I chose to ignore them as I sat my phone down and pulled Morgan closer to me.

“I just wanna be with you right now.”

I couldn’t help but notice that my phone lit up with a text message from the woman who I had fallen for what felt like so long ago now.

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“I can’t believe you cancelled your plans to take me on a hike,” Morgan shook her head.

“I wanted to do something special for you since we have officially been together for a year now,” I smiled at her. Morgan leaned over and gave my check a kiss.

I turned my attention back to the road. I knew that today was going to be the day. It was what I had been wanting to ask Morgan for so long.

“Hey, look at this,” Morgan lightly touched my arm before showing me her phone.

I glanced at it to see some pictures from my last game. I shook my head at the one she was showing me because I did not look good in it as I had been so focused on getting the ball. I turned my attention back to the road to make sure that our light was still green.

The light was green. But as soon as I was in the intersection all I could feel was a pain to my left as my ears started to ring. I was able to glance at Morgan to see that she had slumped over in her seat. But that was the last thing I saw before everything had gone black.

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Morgan POV

“Here are her belongings, dear,” a nurse lightly touched my shoulder drawing my attention to her.

I saw the bag that held everything that had been on (Y/N) at the time of the crash. I took the bag from her and gave a small smile. The nurse left me alone in the room with (Y/N) alone.

The first thing I pulled out was (Y/N)’s phone. I wasn’t surprised to see how many missed calls and messages she had. I was sure that Alex and Kelley had been notified as soon as the hospital had gotten (Y/N)’s information since they were listed as her emergency contacts besides me. There was no doubt in my mind that they had informed the rest of the national team and all of the Royals.

I shook my head because I didn’t really feel up to answering calls and texts that would just remind me that (Y/N) was no were near the clear. I glanced at her lying in the bed before reaching out to grab her hand. I brought her hand up to my lips to give her a light kiss on the back of her hand.

“You have to be okay.”

I sat there holding her hand for a while before leaning back in the chair I was in. They told me that (Y/N) was lucky she didn’t die on impact after the truck ran a red light and hit us. I had already seen the pictures of the car and I knew that there was no way we were going to get it fixed. The driver’s side was smashed in on itself and the front of the car was in pieces.

I reached back into the bag hoping that (Y/N)’s watch was there. I knew how much it meant to her since it was one of the last things she had gotten from her parents. I felt my fingers brush against something velvet causing me to furrow my brow in confusion. I pulled the watch out but also a velvet box. I softly sighed at the ring inside.

“You were gonna propose?”

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I looked up when there was a knock on the door. I was a little surprised when I saw Tobin and Christen in the doorway. I gave both of them a soft smile.

“Hey,” I softly said as the two came in.

“How is she?” Christen asked.

“Right now, she isn’t doing too great,” I sighed looking at (Y/N). The doctors weren’t sure how long she was going to be out. “They’re not sure when she’s going to wake up. Her, um, her heart stopped beating on the table. They said it could stop at any time and that I should be ready for that.”

“Oh, kid,” Tobin said as she pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I held her tightly. “It’s going to be okay. (Y/N)’s a fighter. She’s gonna get through this.”

Tobin pulled back from me before her eyes widened at the box that was sitting by me. I was thankful that she didn’t say anything about it. Christen had taken a seat on the other side of (Y/N)’s bed.

“Where are your keys?” Tobin asked. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “Morgan, I need your keys so I can get into your apartment to get you and (Y/N) some different clothes to wear. You have blood on your clothes and I’m sure that (Y/N)’s clothes are just the same.”

I nodded and quickly handed her my keys. I watched as she left before looking back at (Y/N). I glanced at the box.

“Tobin and I are getting a divorce,” Christen suddenly said. I looked at her in surprise. “We’ve been heading that way for a while. Tobin and I just make better friends than we do wives. That and I realized how much I love (Y/N).”

The two of us sat in silence. I just sat there processing what Christen had told me. I wasn’t an idiot either. I knew how (Y/N) felt.

“I don’t know why I just told you that when you’re the one dating (Y/N).”

“She still loves you,” I admitted. Christen looked over at me in surprise. I knew that (Y/N) tried to hide it, but I still knew that she loved Christen. “She tries to hide it and I do think that she loves me, I just don’t think she ever fell out of love with you.”

“She was in love with me?”

I was surprised Christen didn’t already know. I knew the night I had met (Y/N) that she was head over heels for Christen Press. Maybe I had just started to date (Y/N) because I needed a distraction from my own crush who would never love me back.

“She’s been in love with you since before she broke her arm,” I told Christen. The older forward looked over at me in surprise. (Y/N) had told me about how she missed her chance to tell Christen Press that she was in love with her. “You really didn’t know?”

“No.”

Silence filled the room with us again as I looked at the box again. I reached out to grab it. As much as I wanted (Y/N) to ask me, I knew that I could never accept the ring.

“She was going to propose,” I said. Christen looked at me before looking at the box in my hands. “If this had never happened I probably would have told her yes.”

“You’re not going to?”

“You’re the one she’s always been in love with. I can’t ask her to marry me when she could be with the person she loves so much. When she wakes up, you guys should talk.”

I was taken by surprise when a monitor went off. I was even more surprised when a team of people rushed into the room pushing Christen and I back. We could both still see the heart monitor even as the team of nurses and the doctor surrounded (Y/N). We could see the line go flat.

“(Y/N)!”

#christen press imagine #christen press imagines #christen press x reader #christen press #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #USWNT #Morgan weaver imagines #Morgan weaver imagine #Morgan weaver x reader #Morgan weaver

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stillebesat · 5 years ago

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The Interview (4/5)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Patton, Virgil, Roman Blurb: A normal day at StoryTime! Inc. takes an unexpected turn when Logan goes to investigate why his coworkers have made a bet using Crofters as the prize. Fic Type: General, Human!AU Warnings: None

To Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Virgil froze like a deer in the headlights, barely appearing to breathe. “What?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming more amused. Had Virgil really expected him to say no--of course he had.

“I said that you’re hired, Virgil.” He stood, carefully keeping the portfolio out of reach so the kid wouldn’t bolt. “Why don’t we head inside to work out the particulars?” Like informing Roman that he had once more overstepped.

Hopefully this wouldn’t come back to bite him as hard as last time.

“But.” Virgil shook his head, apparently rooted in place. “This wasn’t a rea inter--” He inhaled sharply, jabbing an accusing finger at Logan’s chest. “You said you weren’t Princey!”

Logan pushed up his glasses with one finger, fighting a smile. “I said I wasn’t Roman.” He replied easily. “Not that I wasn’t a Prince.” Besides. His brother wasn’t the only one with hiring power in the building.

Virgil frowned, rubbing his arms. “You’re a Prince? But how--records show--and if you’re not Roma--” He inhaled sharply, eyes growing wide. “Wait.” He took a step closer to Logan. “You’re telling me that you’re--” He dropped his voice, glancing furtively around the plaza. “Logan? Logan Prince?”

The portfolio nearly slipped from his fingers at the mention of his name. That--that should be impossible! “How--?” Logan breathed, ignoring the frantic pounding of his heart.

He could count the number of people that knew his name in the company on one hand. To everyone else, even on official records, he was simply known as ‘Specs.’

The nickname didn’t help his cryptid status at all, but did keep everyone from lumping him and Roman together like they were one entity instead of two. It had finally allowed both of them to spread their figurative wings and take their own paths without feeling like they were in each other's shadows.

And now this...this outsider...knew his name?! HOW?!

Virgil licked his lips, dropping the hand that had been outstretched for his portfolio. “Well...I did say I’ve followed Thomas from the beginning.” He shrugged, a bit of mischief glinting in his mismatched eyes. “I saw a photo of an early script of Princey’s.”

A script? Logan raised his eyebrows. A script--which script? He’d signed off as Specs on his collaborations with his brother for years. They couldn’t have slipped up over something as little as--

“Zooming in on the picture showed both your names on it, though it was hard to make out yours as its smudged with glitter and partially covered by Roman’s hand.” Virgil continued, staring at Logan as if he’d discovered Bigfoot.

In a way he had.

“Glitter?” Logan frowned. Roman hadn’t used glitter on screenplays since--oh. OH. “Are you meaning that four hundred page Sherlock inspired screenplay?” He asked, half turning to the building.

Virgil nodded, drawing closer. “The one where Watson just freaking dies and a new less emotional sidekick takes place? Yes.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. Of all the pieces that would expose him, it had to be that one. “I hadn’t realized he posted images of that.” He said, heading for the entrance, glancing over his shoulder to ensure Virgil was following. “We wrote it together one weekend while we were stranded at an airport.”

Virgil whistled. “That’s--wow. Four hundred pages in two days? You two are crazy!”

“Bored more like.” They’d been between projects and driving each other mad, it had been something to keep the two of them equally entertained. “And it was written in three and a half days, plus the ten hour flight.”

Again Virgil whistled, eyes wide. “Impressive.”

Logan shrugged. “Yah...well. That’s my--” he dropped his voice as he grabbed the door, noting the gaggle of people still hovering in the foyer, watching the two of them. “Twin for you.” He returned to speaking to his normal tones as if nothing had happened. “Once Roman gets inspired, it’s hard to get him to stop.” Another reason why it was difficult to keep people in his department. Few people could go as long or as hard as his brother could.

Virgil stumbled a step, hesitating right outside the doorway. “Twin?” He echoed softly. “I had thought---I had a theory there were Two Princes at StoryTime!, but I didn’t think you two were---HOW has this not gotten out?!”

Because they didn’t want to be known just as The Twins anymore. That’s why.

Logan shrugged. “We don’t want it to. So it doesn’t.” Though now that Virgil had connected the dots-- “And I hope you won’t--”

Virgil rubbed his arms, shaking his head as he looked to the people in the lobby. “Dude, don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”

That would remain to be seen, but Logan appreciated the sentiment. Though he would be more comfortable having this conversation without so many listening ears nearby. After all, he was already drawing them far too much attention because ‘Specs’ wasn’t supposed to be able to leave the building and Virgil was just standing there like a statu--

Maybe he’s a vampire and needs to be invited inside.

Logan bit back a smile as Reese’s words echoed in his head. “Then come in, Virgil.” he said, holding the door open a little wider. “I promise we don’t bite. Roman’s more bark than anything.”

Virgil hunched his shoulders, pushing his bangs over his eyes, before drawing in a steadying breath. “Okay.” He whispered, stepping over the threshold onto the marble tiles, looking around with cautious curiosity.

“This way.” Logan said, ignoring Ellyn and Chris’s glances as he snagged a visitor’s pass from the front desk, tossing it to Virgil. “You’ll need to wear that until you’re coded into the system.”

“When will that be?” Virgil asked, slipping the pass over his head as Logan pressed the button for the elevator.

He hummed, tapping the portfolio. That was a good question. “It would depend on when you can--”

“SPECS!” A voice boomed overhead from the floor above, echoing around the lobby. “THERE you are!”

Well...that saved him the trouble of tracking his brother down. “What does he want now?” Logan asked under his breath as he turned towards the figure standing at the top of the steps. Roman could vanish at the worst possible times and turn up in the oddest of places like the air ducts above the cafeteria.

Virgil jerked. “Specs?” His eyes sparked, lighting up like Logan had just told him aliens existed. “Specs...of course!” He breathed as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. “It makes so much sense how you kept this--I’d wondered but--” Virgil frowned. “But I thought you never went outside!”

Clever. Virgil was piecing things together much faster than ninety-eight percent of the company ever would.

Logan flashed him a smile, putting a finger to his lips, aware of the guards and other associates standing nearby. He was liking this kid more and more every moment. “I usually don’t.” He said, dropping the smile as a man wearing a white jacket and red sash slid down the banister of the staircase like...well a Prince straight from a Disney movie, skidding to a stop in front of the two of them.

“About time I found you!” His brother cried, barely glancing to Virgil, before laser focusing in on Logan.

“You have perfect timing as always, Roman.” Logan said, placing a hand on Virgil’s elbow, pulling him inside the elevator. “I was just heading back upstairs to find you.”

Roman blinked. “Find me? What for?” He demanded, following the two of them inside, hitting the button for the ninth floor. “I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to track you down and now you want to find me?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Of course you do this to me two minutes before my next interview--”

“For Virgil right?”

Roman gaped at him, eyes narrowing as the doors slid shut. “How did you--”

Time to jump into the fire. “I just hired him for your department.” Logan said, gesturing to the third member of their little elevator party.

Roman froze, mouth half open, before his hands clenched. “You. WHAT?!”

“I hired him--am I not speaking clearly today?” Logan asked looking to Virgil with a raised eyebrow. “You did the same thing when I told you you were hired too.”

Virgil shook his head, crossing his arms, his hand rubbing the spot Logan had grabbed as Roman gave him the once over. “No. It’s just a statement that not many people will find believable...apparently.”

“Oh no, it’s believable, if I allowed your interview to be scheduled in the first place, but Specs.” Roman growled, glaring at Logan. “We agreed you wouldn’t interfere--”

“With your hires.” He finished. “I know, but trust me, brother.” Logan said stressing the word as he held out Virgil’s portfolio. If he was right, and he normally was, Roman wouldn’t be mad at him for long.

Roman froze, hand already outstretched, eyes flicking to Virgil and back. “He?”

“Knows we’re related, thanks to you.”

“To me! I haven’t said a word--” Roman denied, taking the portfolio and flipping it open as he leaned against the wall.

“Virgil, care to explain?”

“I…” Virgil flushed under their combined stares, setting his chin stubbornly. “The Sherlock screenplay. I noticed that Logan’s name wasn’t completely covered when you took the picture and dug around a bit--Do people here really not know you’re related?”

They both shook their heads. “No.”

Virgil scoffed, gesturing between them. “But you two look exactly the same!”

“Only a handful know.” Logan clarified, pointedly adjusting the frames of his glasses.

It helped that they weren’t often seen together. Most of their meetups took place in the privacy of their offices.

“Like three people--Spec’s does great as Clark Kent--” Roman jerked his head up from the portfolio. “Don’t tell me you hired him because he’s blackmailing you!?” He demanded, jabbing a finger at Virgil.

Virgil flinched, but took a step forward, eyes blazing. “I wouldn’t do that, Princey.” He growled.

I’m quite used to being the villain.

“Princey?” Roman repeated, his own eyes darkening.

Virgil faltered, glancing to Logan. “I--I---uh.”

Logan gave him a reassuring smile, nodding to Roman “Go on, Virgil. Speak your mind.” He wanted to see if the new hire would actually stand up to his brother as he’d stated outside.

Virgil set his jaw, taking a breath, staring Roman down. “I’m here because you were willing to give me a chance, sir. No other motive. I want to work here on my own merit. Not through...through blackmail.” He practically spat the word. “My Two Princes theory was just that. A theory until Lo--Specs here confirmed it.”

Logan winced as Roman side eyed him. Busted.

"Well…color me impressed that you got Dr. Roboto here to confirm anything, kid. Usually he's sealed tighter than a jar of Crofters." Roman snapped the portfolio shut as the elevator doors opened. "Don't count your eggs though. I'm not so easily swayed."

Logan rolled his eyes. Ah Huh. Yah right. "Page twenty-eight." He said tapping the top of the portfolio as they stepped out onto the landing. "Then you'll understand one of the factors that lead to me hiring Virgil."

Roman scoffed. "One image led you to hire him over my head? Are you addled?"

"I would…agree." Virgil said slowly, glancing between the two as he moved down the hallway with them. "Compared to my other works, I don't see how that one-"

Logan glanced to Virgil as he pulled open a door with Roman Prince written in cursive on the glass. He would see soon enough. "I can assure you both that my cognitive function has been unaffected in my decision.” He gestured Virgil to step inside. “Your overall work is beyond noteworthy and while the one drawing is A factor for my decision to hire you, it is not The factor. Your work shows a much larger variety than any others I’ve seen.”

“The thing weighs a ton, I would hope it would show some range.” Roman said, flipping through the various works much faster than Logan had.

A pity. His brother wouldn't be able to see the intricacies of each piece doing that, though of course he had encouraged Roman to look at one particular page.

“I wouldn’t think you’d mind the size, Roman. You are the one interviewing for ‘fresh blood’ are you not or was there another reason you were whining to me just last night about the lack of talent in your department?”

His brother made a face, not looking up as he kicked the door shut. "A Prince does not whine! I merely bemoan the lack of talent the kids these days ha--WHAT!?" Roman shrieked, loud enough Logan was sure the entire building heard him as he stared dumbfounded at page twenty-eight.

Bingo. Logan smirked, adjusting his glasses as closed the blinds on the windows to keep curious eyes at bay. He could already imagine the bets that Remy would be putting down on why ‘The Prince’ had screamed this time.

Roman whirled to Virgil, practically shoving the picture into the kid’s startled face. "You drew this?!"

Virgil blinked down at the Sallyized version of Jack Skellington before raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Roman's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas as he set the portfolio down on his desk and pulled out his phone, swiping at the screen before he turned it to them both showing an online art account with the same exact drawing with the same stormcloud signature on the bottom. "You're telling me this is you? That you're--!"

"EmoKnightmare478?" Virgil ran his hand through his hair. “Yah. That's me, Princey, but how--why?"

“YES!” Roman cried out, grabbing Logan’s his hands as he practically broke into a dance, waltzing them around the room before he switched to jumping up and down like an excited child at Christmas with Logan doing his best to just turn with his brother’s antics so he wouldn’t lose his hands. "YES YES YES YES YES YES!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, LOGAROO!! YOU FOUND STORMCLOUD! HE APPLIED! HE WANTS TO WORK--!! LOGAN! AHHHHH!!!!"

“Am I...missing something here?” Virgil asked, resting a hand on his artwork, safely keeping his distance from Roman’s prancing.

“Roman’s been a fan of your account for the past couple of years.” Logan said simply, looking over his shoulder at their new hire. “He looks forward to seeing your bi-montly updates like one looks forward to opening presents at Christmas.”

Virgil went white, his other hand reaching to grab onto the desk as he swayed. “A Fan?” He squeaked.

"OF COURSE!!” Roman finally freed Logan from his finger-numbing grip to fall down to his knees at Virgil’s feet, arms spread wide. “Do you know how much I positively adore your twist on a Nightmare Before Christmas series, Emo Knightmare?” He asked eagerly. “Tell me. What would it take to commission you to draw the entire cast Sallyized for me? One large painting to hang there over my desk? Anything's on the table. Name your price."

“I--I--” Virgil leaned back away from Roman’s onslaught, glancing to his portfolio on the desk.

At this rate, Virgil would bolt because his brother was acting like a starstruck fangirl. Logan exhaled, grabbing Roman by the shoulder. “Roman, perhaps you should tone down the adoration and stop terrorizing your new hire?”

“He’s--He’s not--” Virgil drew in a shallow breath.

Logan shook his head. “Well...even if he’s not, I shall assuage your fears anyway. You will still have your job even if you refuse, Virgil. Crofters forbid it doesn’t do Roman any harm to be told no every now and then.” He didn’t need him thinking that his twin wouldn’t hire him if he said no.

“Oh yes, your job isn’t ever in question with this, Stormcloud.” Roman said, slipping out from under Logan’s hand as he pushed to his feet and brushed off his pants. “Specs hired you and from what I’ve seen so far, I second it, but.” His eyes went wide and pleading as he clasped his hands together. “I will be very very very heartbroken and will be giving you super sad puppy dog eyes like this everytime you see me for the next--”

“Three hours?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses as he pulled his brother back another step to give Virgil space to breathe.

Roman made a face. “I was gonna say a week, but probably.”

Virgil swallowed, licking his lips. “You...really would…pay me? The Prince? Would...pay me?”

“Of course! I said--” Roman turned to Logan. “Did I not say that, Lo? Any price. I said that!”

“You did indeed.” Logan nodded, though he could see how Virgil wouldn’t be certain. Despite his flamboyance, Roman was rather covert in buying from up and coming artists. He’d yet to hear any rumors of rumors from anyone that ‘The Prince’ had bought their work. He could see why there would be skepticism at the genuinity of Roman’s offer.

“Great! Here.” Roman took Virgil by the arm, pulling him to a seat at his desk. “Specs will draw up your contract for the position. Wages, hours, so on and so forth. I trust he was quite thorough in whatever interview he gave you right before you found me right? Right. But you and I.” He smiled conspiracaly, pulling up a chair. “Need to talk shop. Come on. Commission. How much?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but sat behind Roman’s desk, his fingers already flying over the keyboard of his brother’s desktop to pull up the necessary forms to print out. “Of course, leave the boring paperwork to me.”

“It’s what you’re good at Specs.” Roman waved vaguely in his direction, his full attention on Virgil. “Come on Virge, can I call you Virge? Name your price.”

“I--I---Okay...uhmmm. Well…” Virgil rubbed the back of his head before dropping his hand to where Roman had touched him. “Were you actually wanting one large painting of everyone together or individual pieces that form a scene if placed side by side?

Roman’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward. “I was thinking the former, but the latter intrigues me. What would be the difference?”

“Well…” The corner of Virgil’s mouth twitched as he rested a hand on his portfolio. “You said name my price. Does it have to be just...monetary?”

Logan shared a knowing look with his brother, identical smiles breaking out on both of their faces.

Oh, their new hire was going to fit in rather well here if he was already thinking like that.

“No, no it does not.” Roman sat back placing his fingers together. “What were you thinking instead? A higher wage? A better position?”

Logan tensed. Why had Roman brought that up?! It was--

Virgil’s mismatched eyes darkened as he shook his head. “I told you, Princey, I’m not here because of blackmail or bribing. Personal commissions are and will always be considered separate from my job here. I won’t argue for things that I haven’t yet proven that I deserve.”

That was--that was good. Logan slowly let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his fingers frozen on the keys.

“Alright...but if your asking price doesn’t include money, power, or position.” Roman raised an eyebrow. “What then are you wanting me to pay in?”

Virgil visibly swallowed. “Well, I would charge per character of course, and for Jack.” He placed a trembling hand on his portfolio. “My price--” He licked his lips, but didn’t break eye contact. “My price would be that I can wear my hoodie to work.”

Logan blinked. A...hoodie?

He again shared a look with Roman. It was an interesting choice, especially after his talk of not interfering with work, but then again, it was just an article of clothing. One that may put Virgil more at ease here than the ill fitting suit he currently wore.

Logan returned his attention to the laptop. “You are aware that our dress code is--”

“Business casual, yes.” Virgil said, pulling at the collar of his shirt, his fingers trailing down his tie. “And I can,” the corner of his mouth twitched in distaste. “follow that to a T, if this particular option doesn’t work for you, I promise. You just said--”

“Name any price.” Roman nodded, pulling out a pen and paper, quickly listing down a dozen characters from the movie. “For Jack.” He said circling the name and writing wear hoodie at work next to it. “I would allow the hoodie--but only at your desk. Any meetings, presentations, or red carpet events you’ll need to nix it.”

Virgil let out a breath, relaxing as he gave them a large genuine smile. “Deal.”

To Be Continued Chapter 5

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lohjoey3205 · 4 years ago

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#1 Mediatization (Loh Joey)

Couldry and Hepp (2017) examines the media’s expanding influence over our lives such that our social world becomes mediatized. The social world is defined as the outcome of the collective experiences and actions of humans in our everyday reality, and it is increasingly interwoven with media. We now experience an increasing mediation of our communication habits, shifting from direct face-to-face communication to mediated communication as part of how we maintain social relations. The more entangled the construction of our social world is in the use of media, the more complex are the interdependence of the media themselves.

This reading resonates deeply within me and it is fascinating just how easily and quickly I am able to come up with examples of how my social world is mediatized. I will use the emotional rollercoaster ride I experienced yesterday night when I found out Teo Heng was shutting down operations in Singapore and then realizing that it was not true. As I was tapping through my Instagram Stories while at work (oops), my secondary school friend posted a screengrab of a Mothership article that reported on the situation. I then swiftly exited Instagram and went to check on the validity of the news article by searching it up on Google. After authenticating it, I then bemoaned to my friends on Telegram that our favorite karaoke joint was closing. We exchanged several crying emojis and stickers and resigned to our fate that we might never get to sing karaoke at our usual place again. Fast forward 40 minutes, my friend sent me a post by the official Teo Heng Instagram account where they clarified that they will not be shutting down their operation as stated in their Mothership interview. The relief and happiness that ensued were overwhelming. As I was at work when it happened, I, of course, also complained to my colleagues about the unfortunate event and we shared a collective sigh of relief when we know it was not actually happening. From this example, it is evident that my social world is intricately woven with my use of media. In the short span of time, I accessed 4 different media platforms for various purposes. Media has completely altered how me and my friends interact offline and online. Media has enabled us to sustain our friendship beyond our offline meetups through tools like social media platforms and messaging applications to update each other in real-time virtually. The various media co-exist and co-rely on each other in the construction of my social world.

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References: Couldry, N., & Hepp, A. (2017). The social world as communicative construction. Chapter 2 in The mediated construction of reality. Cambridge, UK;Malden, MA;: Polity Press. Pp. 15-33.

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Woah, Oh, It’s Magic|| Natalia and Marley

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @castillos-curses SUMMARY: A date, a staring contest, and a happy ending.

Anyone who suggested Dell's needed a portfolio update, and Marley wasn't opposed to being the one to show them the ropes, especially if it was an attractive woman. Natalia seemed eager, too, to know what Marley had up her sleeve for the after party. And boy, was it gonna be a good one. She'd have to test the waters first, of course, but Marley had great intuition, and her intuition told her that Natalia was more than what she showed. Whether that more was a good more or a bad more, was all that was left to be sussed out. Either way, it was a win for Marley. She got to the restaurant a few minutes early, not her usual game, but it was important that she did this time. Watching someone's approach could tell you a lot about a person, and if Marley could get just thirty extra seconds of establishing a baseline with Natalia, she'd take it. Finally, dark curls appeared from around the corner and Marley couldn't help but notice she looked much nicer in person than in her online profile. "Good to see not everyone lies on their online profile," she jested, giving a grin.

Natalia wasn't the hugest fan of Dell's - to be honest, she barely went to any of the non-supernatural spots in town on any kind of a regular basis. But it was the most well-known and, she thought, least offensive of prospective human only bars to suggest for a first meetup. Marley seemed incredibly against the idea, which was just further points in her favor in Nat's mind. This Marley was not only hot, but also a cop, and potentially a cop who was well in the know? It was like hitting gold. She arrived at Dell's perfectly punctually, dressed down, unsure of what to expect for the evening. "You weren't expecting a catfish, I hope?" Nat replied with a smirk, tossing her hair as she peeled off her denim jacket. "It's nice to meet you - officially, and all. Though, I am sorry to have brought you somewhere that you have such a detestation for."

Marley gave a light chuckle, grinning from behind dark sunglasses again. She wondered if Natalia would immediately find them odd. She found a lot of people who were in the know did. "Maybe," she said coyly, strutting up to the door, "it works out either way for me. I'd just arrest them, so." She pulled it open to allow for Natalia to go in first, giving her a hand wave before following her in. "The only thing Dell's is good for is cheap pre-game drinks. And they're on you, so," she shrugged, heading up to the bar, "I can't complain, right?" Gave a grin as they reached the bar. Natalia was certainly nice to look at, even dressed down. Casual but still cute. Extremely attractive, with an air of mystery.

"Arrest someone for posting misleading pictures on a profile?" Natalia laughed, thinking she was going to like this woman just fine. She stepped inside, curious if Marley was going to keep the sunglasses indoors as well. Her online account didn't give off any markers of her being some kind of supernatural - but then again, not everyone was as obvious as herself. "Fair enough," Nat agreed, bouncing into a stool against the bar. "Two beers?" She asked the bartender, once gaining his attention. With a sly glance at Marley, she added quickly "And a round of tequila shots - thanks." He bustled away to get their drinks, and she grinned at Marley. "Might as well pre-game correctly, right?"

"It might not be real grounds for arrest, but it'd sure give them a good scare," Marley said with a snicker, following suit and pulling herself onto a chair next to Natalia. She hadn't taken her for a beer kind of gal, but the two tequila shots definitely made sense. Natalia was a confident woman, and she seemed very sure of herself. Marley appreciated that. "What's the point if you don't do it right?" When the bartender returned, she scooped up her shot and held it up to Natalia's, ready to cheers. "Here's to an exciting night," she grinned, before tossing it back, that burn traveling all down her throat. "So tell me," she said, leaning on the bar top, "what brought someone like you to White Crest?"

"I hope so." Natalia clinked her shot glass against Marley's, downing it in sync. She let out a small cough at the burn, licking her lips against the smoky tang. The plain taste of the cold beer made for a nice chaser and she took a sip, glancing at the mirrored lenses of her date. "Business, mostly." Nat answered truthfully, "Turns out White Crest, Maine is a great place to make a ton of money for my incredibly specific business." She laughed at the absurdity of where she had ended up. "I'm sure the cops around here are kept as busy as me, with everything that goes on." Her eyebrows raised questioningly, though the question was innocent enough.

Marley grinned. She couldn't help it. She was in a good company, drinking free alcohol, and everything Natalia said had that little devious hint to it that she often found herself using. "Business? What kind?" she asked, sipping her beer. She liked the tequila better, but this would do for now. "Oh, yes, we're kept plenty busy. There's definitely a lot more murder here than in Albany, but I like staying busy. Beats sitting around bored, plus every case here is always so...interestingly different. It's fun finding a new way to say 'coyote attack' when it was very obviously not a coyote. But hey, what Sarge says goes, and if I get paid at the end of the day, that's what matters," she answered, taking another long sip. Normally, she'd be looking around the entire place, picking out things that piqued her interest-- but here, only Natalia did. "I take it you're enjoying the town, then? You don't seem as timid about this place as most others I've met."

Natalia was leaning more honest than she might normally have. Marley seemed to be taking everything she said in stride, and perhaps throwing in some coy comments of her own. "I run an occult shop - on Amity Road. This town has proven incredibly lucrative for me." She chuckled, surprised at the woman's forthcoming nature, and surprised to hear her reference all those bogus 'coyote attacks' she kept seeing in the news. "Yes, those 'coyotes' just don't know when to quit, I think." It was interesting that she mentioned her Sargent enforcing the cover ups - was the entire police force 'in on it', so to speak? "I do like it here," She agreed reluctantly. "Money's great, I've made a lot of connections for my work...but I've been all over the world - it's a bit /quaint/ here, for my taste." Nat shrugged, taking another drink of her own to match Marley. "There are far more intimidating places in the world than White Crest. Though, I've never been to Albany - can't speak for that one."

"Occult shop, huh?" Marley said, grinning as an idea struck her. "Sounds like a very niche business, but I can definitely see why it's something popular here. Whether it's real or not," she added on, wondering how she'd react. Marley had a hunch, but it was always more fun to guess than be told. "Didn't think running an occult store would warrant world travels, or, er-- 'connections'," she went on, putting quotes around the word, a brow raising from behind her frames. "Don't bother, Albany is boring. Quaint is one word for this town, but maybe it's just because you're hanging out in the wrong places. C'mon," she said, downing the rest of her beer, "let's get out of here. I wanna take you somewhere fun." Slid from the bench and held out her hand, looking at her from behind her frames sharply.

Niche was right, though in this town that niche was a bit more mainstream than one small pocket. Natalia couldn't suppress a smirk at the question of validity of her shop. "I get plenty of business from people who believe and who don't." She replied coyly. "I didn't always have an actual store. Before this, I would travel all over buying and selling rare occult items for clients." This was, strictly speaking, the truth, though it was a little more in-depth than she let on. But Marley was moving on quickly, and Natalia liked that restless energy - it crackled between them as she wondered what her idea of 'fun' would actually entail. She finished her beer in suit, leaving a couple of tens on the counter to cover the tab. Her hand grasped Marley's after a second's hesitation and she scooped up her jacket on their way out. "Fantastic - what did you have in mind?"

"And what about you?" Marley asked, not so coyly this time. "Do you believe or don't you?" She took Natalia's hand and wrapped her cold fingers around hers, leading them out of Dell's-- finally-- and towards the street that led to Amity. She knew exactly where she was going to take Natalia, and she was increasingly more excited to see the look on her face when they arrived. "It's a surprise," she said with a devious grin, hooking their arms together as they walked. "Tell me more about this fascinating job of yours while we walk."

Natalia was again taken aback by her upfront nature. It was rare that people so bluntly asked if she was being serious or not. "I do." Natalia decided to answer honestly, based on her own suspicions of her date, they could have a lot more in common than she though. "You could even call me a witch!" She made a pretend scary face, wiggling her fingers for dramatic 'magical' effect. "But would /you/ believe that? That's the real question." Once they hit Amity, Nat had a pretty good idea of where they were going - but it was a little shocking Marley even knew it existed. Their arms entwined, she chuckled. "I don't know what's there to tell. Taking away the exotic items and locations, I'm just a glorified import and export curator." Importing and exporting endangered species, killer monsters, deadly weapons...but still.

"You know, when you say it like that, I think I do," Marley said, grinning back at Natalia. The truth was, of course she did. Marley knew a few other spellcasters, after all. She tossed her head back and laughed at Natalia's display of finger waggling. "I get the feeling it's a little more than that, but fine," she said, pausing once they'd reached the entrance to the 'Dancing Dryad'-- a front for what was really inside. Marley reached into her pocket and pulled out a matchbook before leading Natalia inside. The little song and dance that was played to gain entrance to the Magic Circle was one Marley had done many a time, and she presented the matchbook along with a dip of her glasses-- proof she was of the supernatural variety-- before turning back to Natalia as the new door opened. "Now it's time for some real fun."

Natalia watched Marley present the requisite items for entry into the Magic Circle with a smug feeling of superiority. She /knew/ it. Hunters should hire her out for her impeccable ability to spot a supernatural being from a mile away, really. "I know how /I/ know about this place - but how do /you/?" Nat didn't miss that moment with Marley dropping her shades, though she wasn't actually able to see her eyes from this angle - more and more intriguing questions popping up as this night went on. As they headed inside - the bouncer giving her a nod in recognition - she looked around, hoping not to see too many people she knew here. "I like your idea of fun - this is certainly a better spot than Dell's, you were absolutely right."

"Can't a girl keep some mystery about her?" Marley followed Natalia in and up to the bar, ordering some nice drinks for the two of them, before turning back to her. She tapped the lens of her sunglasses. "So you are a real witch, then, aren't you?" she said, handing Natalia the drink. "Looks like I just keep getting more and more lucky tonight. First, you're a gorgeous lady, not an old man trying to catfish me-- and now I find out you're a real spellcaster?" She looked around the room, before finally pulling her glasses off. Even inside, the low glow of her red eyes was visible. "I suppose I owe you a little secret, too, since I know yours."

"Yes, really," Nat replied, taking the drink offered. She wondered if she should do a little fun spell to prove it, but really didn't feel like messing it up and losing face. She laughed in response with a hint of a blush creeping up her ears. Gorgeous, huh? Marley's secret finally revealed, she grinned like the cat that ate the canary. A /mara/. And a cop?? How wonderful. "I wonder if there's even one normal human in this town?" Nat asked, chuckling. "It is nice to not have to pretend for the rest of this night - how incredibly tiresome."

Marley grinned. "Unfortunately, there's all too many normal humans in this place, it really kills my vibe sometimes," she said with a wave of her hand. "But tonight we don't have to worry about that at all, right?" She tucked her glasses into the 'v' of her shirt and led Natalia to a more private booth in the back. "So, I take it you come here often? I caught the way the bartender nodded at you. One thing you should know about me is that I'm really good at reading people."

They settled into a quiet booth near the back of the bar, away from the crowd beginning to form at the bar, and she sipped on her drink. It had a bit of a fizzy sensation up her nose, without any carbonation to speak of - magic. "Yes, you caught me." Natalia sighed. Just /how/ good at reading people, she wondered? "I'm quite the regular here. This is a decent place to do business, and as you put it - regular people really kill my vibe." She smiled in response, looking into her faintly red eyes with interest. It was while looking in that direction she caught sight of a regular of her own - fucking Keith. He was making a vicious beeline for their table, so it was too late to pretend not to see him. "And here comes that business right now to ruin my night." She whispered to Marley, standing up and trying to head him off. "Keith - babe, I thought I told you I don't do refunds. You asked to curse your ex-wife, and I did!" The man got close into her space, eyes flashing angrily, and jabbing a finger in her face. "She's a worm! You turned her into a fucking worm! We have kids! The cat tried to eat her!!" Natalia stifled a giggle - it was kind of funny, and she'd been drinking. "No, Keith, /you/ turned her into a worm. I think your words were 'make her feel what she makes me feel like'? Curses are very literal. I only sold you the kit, you did it your-" As she tried to calm him down, he got a fistful of her jacket, shaking her a bit as he kept yelling. She stopped talking pretty quickly.

Marley was about to reply when Natalia looked straight past her. Turning her head, she noticed someone stomping towards them. A little ruffled that her night was being so interrupted, Marley opted to stay put as Natalia rose from the table to intercept him. She took a decent sip of her drink-- letting it fizzle in her mouth-- watching the two. A client, it seemed, mad about what he'd gotten for his money. Marley very nearly spat out her drink trying to suppress a laugh, putting a hand over her mouth. It was, however, very quickly stopped when the man grabbed her date. Marley was out of her seat in mere seconds, glad, for once, that her glasses were already off. "Hey!" she snapped, in a low growl. And instant the man's eye line went from Natalia to her, she stared him down until he was nothing but a crumpled mess on the ground, stricken with the fear she knew she instilled. When she felt satisfied enough to stop, she blinked and stepped back. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit a lady?" she said flatly, before sliding back into the booth as if nothing had happened.

Natalia eagerly slid back out of the man's reach as he quickly dropped her and focused on Marley. She watched Marley stare the man down - no words exchanged, no physical blows dealt, yet he fell to the ground in a heap, shaking and terrified. Her mouth popped open, impressed and mildly scared. Mildly turned on. "Get the fuck out of here, Keith - I don't wanna see you again. Ask Vera to help you, she needs the money." He scrambled away, half-tripping and half-running. Nat sat back down into their booth, eyes fixed on Marley with an incredulous expression. "Thank you...for that. I'm terribly sorry to have /work/ interrupt our evening." She cleared her throat, still amazed at having seen a mara in action. "That was...interesting."

"If there's one thing I hate more than someone interrupting me," Marley said matter-of-factly, sipping her drink, "it's a man who thinks he can put his hands on a woman without her permission." She let her eyes wander from the table and up to Natalia. She didn't find her intimidating like everyone else, right? Did she think she was a monster, too? Like Deirdre? Like Erin? Like the rest of her kind? Ruffling her brow, Marley looked down, sliding her glasses back on. "Interesting is one word. I'm sure he'll think twice about messing with people now," she said, grinning again, though softer this time. "Now, where were we?"

"Agreed." Natalia nodded sagely, taking a drink with only the slightest of shake in her hands. Though she acted unflappable all of the time, having someone bodily grab her and scream in her face still took a minute to get past. "You're quite the knight in shining armor, I'm even more glad to have your company tonight." Her smile was flirty, looking over the rim of her glass. It was downright attractive to watch someone mentally scar a guy on her behalf. "I think the night was /just/ getting interesting, don't you?"

Marley, being the person she was, noticed the slight shake in Natalia's hand as she took a sip. Marley watched her for a moment, giving a smirk back. "I prefer the dark, no shining here." After a second, she removed herself from her side of the booth and slid in next to Natalia, taking her drink from her hand and setting it on the table. She looked at her evenly from behind her glasses, letting her know that she wasn't a threat to her right now, wondering if she needed to reassure her, before leaning in and pressing her lips to Natalia's. She tasted like sweet cinnamon and alcohol. When she pulled away, she murmured, "What do you say we get out of here? My place is right down the street."

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lettersinscarlet · 5 years ago

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Dancing (Colby Brock Imagine)

Hey guys! I made this one for @daddydobrock! I’m so tired and I am about to crash after this, but I hope you all enjoy! My requests are open for Sam, Colby, and Jake and I have some things in the works right now. Enjoy!

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You sighed as you locked your phone and tossed it on your bed. You’re friends were going out again, without you. And it wasn’t the first time. You were just so sick of it. Every night, every weekend, they just posted on their social media and left you out. And you know what? You wanted to go. There had been a few times that you couldn’t go because you had work or you were helping your friends film, but they could at least ask.

Instead, you were in your apartment, frustrated and alone. You wanted to cry, and later you probably would, but you were just to frustrated.

You really wished it was pizza night.

You decided that you were gonna call Tara. She was your best friend and you could see if you could take just talk to her for a little while, since you had nothing to do.

“Taraaaaaaa,” you whined as she answered the phone.

“Wassup?” she asked.

“Just feeling lonely. Are you busy?” you asked and your voice for high with hope.

“Actually, I am,” she said. She heard you sigh and she came but quickly. “But I’m sending reinforcements your way.”

You were confused but shrugged it off. “Okay. Byeeeeee.”

“Byeeeeee,” she said and hung up. You sighed again as you realized that you were alone and this time a few tears came loose. You set your phone down and you went to the kitchen and you found something to eat. You plopped down on your couch and went to turn on Netflix, then you stopped. You really just weren’t in the mood. You got up and went to your room and went to get under the covers, but you didn’t want to do that either. You went back to your living room and just sat on the floor.

It wasn’t really normal for you, but you just felt so... so... you couldn’t really tell. You were angry and upset. How could they all just leave you? And then it hit you: you were worthless. All those things that those monsters had told you when you were younger, they were just telling you the truth.

So you cried. A lot. On the floor. You curled your knees to your chest and sat on the floor. Then there was a knock on the door. You wiped off your face on your arm and you turned around.

“It’s open,” you told whoever was at the door.

It opened and there was Colby. “Tara called... are you okay?” he asked as he closed the door. He came and he sat on the floor in front of you cross-legged.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” but your stuffed up nose gave you away. “It’s a Friday night. What are you doing over here? You should be partying or something.”

“I don’t have anything more important than making sure you feel better. What’s wrong?”

“It’s not worth it, Colby. You should just go have fun,” you tried.

“Who says I can’t have fun here? And more importantly, what do you mean it’s not worth it?” He was not going to let it go.

“Just it’s not worth you’re time. I’ll get over it and I’m just not really worth it.”

“What makes you say that?” His eyes were full of concern, those blue orbs searching you for some explanation.

“It’s just what I’ve been told. I’m just now starting to realize that it’s true,” you confessed. For a second, he lost his composure his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. His knuckles were white because he was making that tight of a fist. Then, he was back. He looked like he cared so much. He reached out and put his hand on your knee and those eyes. They were full of love.

“Don’t listen to them. Those people that told you that,” he started, but he tilted his head to the side and he breathed before coming back, “they are wrong. They just wanted to hurt you, but they are dead wrong. You are worth so much more than just hurtful words. I just don’t know what to do to make you see it,” he said.

You looked at the ground and you exhaled. “That’s really nice, but there’s just no way it’s true. I’m not saying you’re a liar, I’m just saying that you just don’t really know,” you said. His hand came and brought your face back to meet his.

“Believe me, I know,” he reassured you. You cried some more and he moved so he could hug you. His arms were strong around you, giving you a sense of comfort. You felt him kiss the top of your head and he soothed your hair. “You are more than worth it. Just because jerks and morons and-“ he stopped and took a breath before continuing, “people like that don’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean that it’s not there.”

He moved to get up and you looked at him with sad eyes. He reached his hands out to you. “Dance with me.”

“What?” you asked, but got up anyway. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He messed with it for a few minutes and then he played some music. It was a slow, kind of sappy song. He set it down on the table and pulled you to him. His hands rested on your hips and you draped yours arms on his shoulders. He closed the space between you and you rested your head on his chest. You rocked back and forth like that to a few songs and you felt better.

After a while, you pulled back to look at him. You rubbed your hand up and down his chest. “I really like this, but could we do a different song group?” you asked with a laugh. He grinned at you and went to get his phone. He put on a song and he backs up from you. You heard “Get Low” start blasting through his phone. You laughed as he did an incredible routine to the song. Eventually, you gave it a whirl and he laughed, too.

You guys danced to tons of songs and you laughed harder than you ever thought you could. Later, you turned the music to comfortable listening volume and you sat down on the couch together. You listened and sang along to some of the songs and you talked together.

One of your jams was interrupted and Colby looked at his phone.

“Wow! I’m at 20%,” he said and closed out the message. He closed out the music and looked at the time. “Oh dang.”

“What?”

“It’s almost 3:00 A.M.,” he said. Your eyes widened and then you laughed.

“I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a noise complaint yet.” Colby laughed and he sat forward.

“I’ve had a whole lot of fun, but I really should go home and sleep. I’m dead tired and I think I’ve got some plans that I need to prepare for,” he told you. You nodded your head and you leaned over to hug him.

“Thank you for coming and dancing with me. I actually had a really great time,” you told him. He smiled at you and he got up.

“Any time,” he replied with a wink.

And he did. The next day, he came back and you guys set up multiple playlists. You had your mix of top songs for the both of you, then you split them up be genre. You guys had a wonderful dance party the next night.

Colby came back almost every night. Sometimes, you guys would watch movies. Other times, you’d play games or experiment with things in the kitchen. For your birthday, Colby had bought you a speaker that you only used when he came over. Eventually, these meetups eventually led to more than just dancing. You guys’ first official date was to a concert where there was tons of dancing. You guys hung out and eventually it led to going out to places. Sometimes you went with a group of friends. You started to take more pictures to have posts on your Instagram.

Of course, there were days when you both needed some space. You had your nights when you just wanted to chill in your underwear with a face mask and some junk food.

One day, you offered for him to move in with you. Since you had been dating for months, you knew that it was what you wanted. He had agreed and when he moved in, you guys got a bigger speaker. This time, you used it at any time of the day that either of you wanted.

Things weren’t always perfect. There were still the nights you had to be reminded that you had value. There were nights he needed to be reminded how much he was loved. But you both needed each other and your dance sessions definitely helped.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. It was late on Friday night and you wondered who it could be.

“Hello?” you asked as you answered the phone.

“(Y/N)!” the voice greeted on the other end. You looked and it was your friend and you put the phone back on your ear. “If you’re not doing anything tonight, would you want to go out with us?”

You looked into your living room. You grinned as you saw Colby giddily smiling as he set up the fort that you guys were gonna watch movies in. You rolled your eyes but smiled at his antics.

“I would love to, but I already have plans tonight,” you said. You hung up the phone and you walked over to Colby. He smiled at you and presented his fort. You laughed and kissed him. “That Boy Scout training really paid off, didn’t it?”

He smirked at you and kissed you again. He helped you sit in your spot and he sat next to you. You held hands and you took a picture for your Instagram.

“Ready, baby?”

“Of course I am.”

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