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[lastthroes]

Dreamwidth crosspost, as a reply to lrb:

1.    How many fics have you worked on since January?

I spent a good part of the year not doing much, mostly due to how unpredictable my health became. There’s way more I worked on that what ended up actually finished and posted. However, counting some non-exchange but still Anonymous works, and if my math is mathing right… I got twenty whole works posted! 🥳

2.    What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? I made a conscious effort to focus on my descriptions. I feel that one of my strongest points is introspection, which often causes White Room Syndrome. Even if I might have not always been successful, I did force myself to actually remember there’s a world that exists outside of the characters too. It’s particularly noticeable in between a life that we expected and the way it’s always been and eigengrau which, besides the inclusion of interpersonal conflict, also count as worldbuilding exploration: F41DB AKA Victor’s original dimension, and then the world after the Julius Ending, respectively.

3.    What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.) Xillia 2, much like the past year, and I predict a lot more of it for the new year to come as well.

4.    How many fandoms did you write for this year?

Legendia, Rays, Asteria, Xillia 2, Zestiria, Berseria,… That makes up for seven different canons. A decent amount of variety, in my opinion. 5.    What ships captured your heart?

Looks like it was Julius/Ludger taking the crown of having the biggest number of works! 6.    What characters captured your heart?

Victor, the Kresnik brothers, the earth siblings… Even if we add some new characters into the bunch, we stay mostly consistent. 7.    Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

I sure did! Finally wrote for Rays like I had been meaning to since I came back to it after Crestoria’s EoS.

As for ships, in one hand, I got to write (and start the tags for) Rays!Victor and Asteria!Elle in from a missed connection, and then Asteria!Victor/Asteria!Elle in a rock upon which i stand. In the other hand, from here on in made me write Prime!Julius/Victor, then Julius/Ludger/Victor in living mirage, which also started its own tag.

I also got to write Legendia with Chloe/Shirley in a place to call home. This one is not really a new ship for me, but it is one I didn’t really had the chance to create anything for before. It’s also the ship that finally broke my shipcest streak. It wasn’t on purpose, but wow: I really wrote nothing but gen fic and incest for two years straight...

Finally, I also dipped my toes into Velvet/Eizen by writing them in an implied canon divergence with illiagne red. 8.    What fic meant the most to you to write?

That’s probably if i could start again, a million miles away.

A particular pet-peeve I have is the use of MCD for nothing else but shameless shock value, with cases like Fractured Milla and Dezel being the worst contenders: they get not only forgotten, but also effectively replaced by Prime Milla and Zaveid respectively. I wrote that fic as a response to how much the canon shrugs Ludger’s pain under the carpet, particularly in the context of the normal/neutral ending. The weight of the Trial and having to destroy all the dimensions, letting go of Milla’s hand knowing it’ll kill her and then, as the cherry on top, having to watch the two people he loved most killing themselves to save his life? Ignoring all this simply isn’t realistic.

… However, it’s also not the first fic that I ended up throwing into an unrevealed collection shortly after publication due to feeling disastisfied. It doesn’t help that it’s the kind of fic I’m reluctant to have anyone beta through it, less because of the length and more because of the content warnings.

So, for this question, I think I will cheat a little and choose "To show you a smile", a ship manifesto for Edna/Eizen. It’s a ship that’s very close to my heart. 9.    What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? Everything does, kind of? If I didn’t enjoy myself, why would I write it? I know it’s kind of a cliche answer, but that really is how I feel. 10.    What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? Probably anything involving Rays, considering all the canon checking that it involves, which means from a missed connection, enemy lines, and perfect world in the cradle. And man, is Rays a complicated canon to be reviewing for… It comes with the territory of being a seven-years long game, but still. 11.    What fic was the most difficult to write? I’m going to go with the former answer again. They were both difficult and satisfying. 12.    What fic was the easiest to write? Not counting the ficlets, then the ship manifesto I mentioned earlier, "To show you a smile": I sat down and wrote ~4k of it in one go. It had been bouncing in my brain for so many years that it just flowed without issues once I finally told myself to do it.

13.    What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year? Shortest: unsaid, at 404 words. Sometimes a ficlet format is best for some stories, because what’s most important is what isn’t said out loud, much like the title implies.

Longest: if i could start again, a million miles away again, at ~20k words. But considering the aforementioned circumstances, looks like it’s eigengrau which gets the honors instead with ~11k words. 14.    What were your go-to writing songs?

This one’s easy if you recognize some titles, because they are parts of songs more often than not.

15.    What was the hardest fic to title? I usually let the fic simmer for enough time that I can come up with a decent title, but that wasn’t the case for a rock upon which i stand, just like it also wasn’t for illiagne red, because both of them were late treats. They went through several different title changes and I still don’t like what I settled with, they feel basic and boring... But well, what can you do. 16.    What's your favorite title of the year?

eigengrau, a German word for intrinsic gray, the not-truly-pitch-black that you see when you close your eyes. It ended up fitting the fic really well, considering the tone and the state of the world with Bisley’s full control. Or, as the fic itself puts it:

"No matter how twisted and submerged in darkness this world may be, it was the only one Julius knew that let them stay together. This was the world he had wanted, and not the perfect world he’d decided to push Ludger to create. This was the life they had chosen—both of them."

17.    Share your favorite opening line

"Regardless of how much he regretted it, the scorpion had still killed the frog in those stories Claudia always read to him.

Maybe it was just how things were meant to be. Maybe their differences were irreconcilable."

(From: binding blood.)

This intro is meant to foreshadow the ending. And, though this is a different tale (a fable that is probably popular enough to be recognizable, the scorpion that wanted to cross the river and then drowned from killing the frog because he couldn’t help it), I still vaguely wanted to connect it to Night on the Galactic Railroad, a popular japanese novel—I love thinking of Julius as the scorpion of fire mentioned in it. I have done a few references to NotGR in different Xillia 2 fics, and I cannot stress enough my disappointment at canon completely wasting the opportunity of referencing it, especially with the theme of sacrifice at the end and the train visuals from the first chapters. Besides, you already have a NPC in Drellin referencing real japanese literature with "Two-thousand Years of Solitude", or 『二千年の孤独』. 18.    Share your favorite ending line I am torn between two of them. First, from binding blood:

"Julius laughed feverishly, his whole body weight falling on Ludger’s open chest as he cradled his heart against him.

“I knew it…! I knew it… I knew you had a kind heart…”

The world faded into bright red."This unfortunately does not work well in English, but in Japanese 温かい can be read as warm (and blood is warm) and also kind—and Ludger’s kindness is the last thing Stribog!Julius remarks before he dies: “I know you have… a kind heart… And that’s why--I told you to stay away!”.

The second one comes from perfect world in the cradle:

"But Julius had been wrong. This dream wasn’t ending. This was not the end of their story. This was reality now: this blue and bright sky filled with hope was his—their—actual world now, and Julius’ heart swelled with possibilities.

Closed off from everything else, there was a chance that Tir Na Nog would someday fall into yet another crisis, but Julius realized he was at peace with that: he would face whatever new crisis that came head-on. Both of them would, always together." Just like the fic points out, Julius references quite a few times in Rays that everything is so good it just feels like a dream. This is also connected to Rays showing a close version of the perfect world he creates after completing his transformation into a divergence catalyst, one in which he can actually live happily with Ludger.

19.    Share your favorite piece of dialogue

"“Elle was meant to bring you to me. I would take your place and get to Canaan to restart my life as a true denizen of the prime dimension.”

Reincarnation would turn them into different people but, in a way, they would still be ‘Elle’ and ‘Ludger’. Left with no better choices, Victor had come to peace with such an end to their story: it was miles better than vanishing away.

“But Elle...”

“Yes, she didn’t know,” Victor confirmed before smirking. “You are in the house of the unrepentant man who dreamed of killing you for years, Ludger Will Kresnik of the prime dimension.”"

This is from enemy lines. I still cannot believe how Rays closed without ever addressing everything that Victor did (and everything else that he was planning to do) in the canon. Talk about a wasted opportunity. 20.    Share your funniest line

From perfect world in the cradle again: "“Rollo, my boy, come here. Let’s get you down, safe and round.”"

I wrote this one for an exchange, and both the beta and the recipient liked it, so it must be a good line! 21.    What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? eigengrau went through a lot, and I really mean a lot, of changes. I had no idea back when I started it that it would eventually mutate into a whole AU—Most of what remained was the core concept of them running away and camping, of the news causing conflict between them, and of Julius worrying about Ludger while submerged in the night’s dark. Initially, the title as a reference didn’t work because I had forgotten about Canaan being in the sky permanently after you summon it (and until you complete the Trial), which means no sun and moons and perpetual purple-ish light, which also rendered the theme/concept I was using and I had titled the fic after unusable. Later, as I tried to fix it, I also realized that it was a total downer of a fic, which I couldn’t know if the recipient would like. As I envisioned how to fix that as well, I added the scene of them living happily in a random fractured dimension... And one thing led to another, and that is how I somehow wrote 11k for an exchange. But I also had a lot of time, so maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t be given that much time to write? Hah.

22.    What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand? Well, I still use the 2007 version of Word… Device-wise, my now dead phone (I’d be lying if I said the life without a phone isn’t also kind of more relaxed), notebook margins,... just whatever I had close whenever inspiration struck.

("Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime 🎵 That's why I write incest on company time 🎵") 23.    If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Some point of time as I worked in eigengrau and perfect world in the cradle, because I realized my writing was actually improving. If you compare any of them to some burdens are so in more ways than one, which was the first time I wrote in English in years, the difference is noticeable. 24.    Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? Ehhh, no, I don’t really do anything like that. 25.    How did you recharge between fics? This question assumes that I don’t post something and then open a different document next. 26.    Did you create fanworks other than fic? Besides the Edna/Eizen ship meta mentioned earlier, I did some art. Not much as I’d have liked to due to the circumstances: writing you can do it anywhere, but drawing? You have to be in front of your computer, with your drawing tablet, with no interruptions, with no painful and distracting illnesses… So just stay at hotel fenntasia, a place to call home which is an art to accompany the fic of the same name (and the first time in almost a whole year that I drew something), and avant-garde cooking. 27.    How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!) Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, the Stuffed With Love multifandom incest exchange, Cestember 2024 (as well as the Microcest weekly event), the Tales of Secret Santa 2023 and 2024, and Yuletide—in which I also snuck a small treat for the Madness collection.

I also filled an old prompt for Tales of Spicy Cocktail 2022, as well as another one for the Tales of Prompts NSFW collection that was a crosspost. I imagine familyromantic’s shipcest contest on Tumblr counts as well. I really like participating in fandom events. Having a deadline forces me to actually get things done. 28.    If this were an awards show, who would you thank? Hah. I guess my friends who put up with my random ramblings as I try to figure out a plot, and of course everyone who’s left me a comment or a kudos. It’s very appreciated, especially when I seem to get nicher and nicher. 29.    What's left on your to-do list for 2024? I would say that the rest of my YOTP 2023 entries. I will try to finish them through 2025, even if the collection is closed and I can no longer submit.

I also would like to get properly back into drawing... There is a certain art trade that I have left hanging for so long that it’s a bit embarrassing. It was mainly caused by my deteriorating health, and later I got hit by the overwhelming "after such a long wait, I need to turn it into the absolute best drawing I have ever made" perfectionism, but still.

30.    What would you like to write next year? Some of the Eizen/Edna (maybe more like Edna/Eizen) ideas that keep bouncing inside my head. It’s my OTP among the OTPs for a good reason. The main thing that always stops me is that they literally never interact onscreen in canon (with crossover mobile games often coming up with wildly different interpretations—just look at how they speak to each other in Crestoria and then look at Asteria, for example). They also come from two different videogames that heavily contradict each other, which means I have to do a lot of reviewing and pick-and-choose. Xillia 2 has a very similar problem, but it’s also much easier to compartmentalize what doesn’t fit with the original game in terms of characters and worldbuilding. I also hope to get some claimed prompts done once Spicy Cocktail returns.

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Venom intertwined

Summary: Wanda just wanted you and Venom to stop fighting that’s all she wanted, why did it escalate so much?

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, no spicy stuff, fluff, a crushed Pb and jelly sandwich (poor Nat)

A/n: I rewrote this since tumblr decided to delete it, hopefully it’s good, there will be a part two but when? Whenever I write it 😂

“Y/n why are you limping?” Nat barley moved from her place on the couch as you tried, but failed, to walk through the house without anyone noticing your injury

“I’m not limping you’re just incompetent” you laughed but Nat just rolled her eyes “I’m a well trained assassin Y/n I can spot a bee 5 miles away and blindfolded, you’re limping”

You flopped down next to her on the couch unable to hide the pain any longer “okay fine! Yes I’m limping are you happy now?”

Nat ignored your snarky comment instead pinching your arm getting a shout in response “enough with the snarky comments, why hasn’t Venom healed you yet?”

Venom’s head snaked out and you rolled your eyes knowing the rant was coming

“Y/n said that I was useless and she did not need me to live her life, so when someone who was paid to kill us managed to stab us in the leg I refused to heal her since she can obviously take care of herself”

Their head turned to you and glared and you glared back “you are a very childish bastard you know tha-

Venom slammed your body against the floor snapping the coffee table in half

“Ahh my sandwich” Nat said sadly picking up her now squashed sandwich “I was looking forward to that”

You scuffled with Venom on the floor which looked funny to anyone not knowing about Venom since it looked like you were just fighting yourself

“Take it back!” Venom growled

“No!” You shouted back

Suddenly Wanda burst the door hearing the commotion “woah what’s going on?!”

“Your girlfriend and her parasite ruined my Pb and jelly sandwich” Wanda glared at Nat and made a mental note to tell Maria to make more sandwiches to keep the grumpy assassin happy

“Okay you two stop!” Wanda’s plea went unanswered as you continued to fight with the symbiote so she used her magic to still you “hey!” You shouted still trying your best to fight

“I will separate you two if you don’t behave!”

Wanda barely registered Nat’s shout of “no!” Too focused on the fighting going on right now

You didn’t respond to her threat so Wanda, without thinking of the consequences, pulled Venom out of you and dropped you both to the ground, you fell to the ground feeling hallow for the first time in years, nothing felt right, your skin didn’t feel like your own and you couldn’t breathe, everytime you tried your heart sounded louder in your ears, wait your heart? That hadn’t made a sound in years.

Your eyes landed on the mess of symbiote on the ground, seemingly looking for you, when you reached your arm out you hoped they found you when your vision started to fade, after what felt like hours your body warmed back up and you felt the symbiote flow through your body and Venom’s voice piercing your ears “I am back Y/n you can relax now, we will be safe again soon I will heal you” you remained on the ground shaking slightly trying to keep relaxed like Venom said

Wanda and Nat watched you, watched you reach out for Venom and watched the colour returned to your face and your breathing return to normal, Wanda came close to you

“Baby I’m so sorry” Wanda tried helping you up but you scrambled away from her into the corner scared and afraid “no! No stay there Wanda!”

Wanda backed off unsure on what to do but Nat was there to try and help, “Wanda, you know her and Venom are entwined, DNA and all it’s dangerous to pull them apart you could’ve killed her”

Wanda gasped “I know I know! But I just wanted them to stop fighting I didn’t know what to do. And why didn’t you stop me?!”

Nat shrugged “I didn’t think you’d do it I also shouted stop but you still did it so it’s not my fault”

Wanda sighed knowing Nat was right and turned to you again jumping back seeing only Venom glaring back at the two women “Y/n?”

Venom stood tall and all trace of you had seemingly disappeared “you tried to kill us Wanda, someone who loves us would never do that”

Wanda’s eyes watered “no no baby please I didn’t mean to hurt you I just wanted you to stop fighting with Venom” she tried to hug the symbiote to give comfort but Natasha pulled her away

“Wanda they’ll tear you to shreds in seconds!”

The assassin kept tight hold of the witch as they both watched Venom turn to the window and turn back to them both, one side of your face revealed which gave Wanda hope but it was quickly dashed “Y/n? My love are you still there?”

“Don’t follow us” Venom overtook your body once again and leapt out of the window leaving the women alone without knowing where you were going or if you were coming back

“No Y/n! Come back!” You’d never been away from Wanda for more than a couple of days but she had no idea where you were going

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It was a while before either woman moved, Nat was still clinging onto Wanda as the redhead sobbed for you to come back hoping everytime she glanced at the broken window she’d see your form but it never came

Eventually Maria found them both, she sent Nat off to tell Tony and Bruce what happened and if they could help

“Wanda? Wanda can you hear me?” Maria sat in front of Wanda holding her head in her hands “she’s gone” Wanda whisper sobbed and Maria nodded “I know, they were spotted in Times Square running all over the billboards, they’re heading for New Jersey it seems”

Wanda brightened up and stood “New Jersey?”

Maria nodded “yeah why?”

“Y/n was going to buy a house there, she was going to ask Tony to borrow some money and work it off doing missions and let Tony and Bruce do some experiments on Venom”

Wanda turned to leave but Maria was quick to grab her arm “woah! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To New Jersey, she needs me I need to fix this”

Maria shook her head holding tight onto the witch “Wanda I mean this with all the love in the world but you caused this, you knew damn well what would happen and I’m pretty sure if you just turned up you’d start fighting with Venom and lose”

Wanda admitted defeat sighing and sitting down on the couch wiping more tears from her face

“Okay here’s what’s going to happen, you’ll have a shower and get yourself sorted then meet myself and the others to discuss what’s going to happen okay? We’ll get her back I promise”

Wanda didn’t speak but Maria took her silence as an agreement and left the room. But Wanda didn’t have a shower or meet everyone she instead got into her car and was currently on her way to you to fix this, she was going to fix this.

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Meanwhile in New Jersey you were sat in that very house you were buying, Venom still being at the forefront keeping your body safe while it healed

“Are you feeling okay Y/n? Your body was so cold”

“Yeah I’m okay, just really confused, I can’t believe Wanda would do that”

Venom agreed “she tried to kill us”

You went to say something more but the front door opened revealing a witch standing there

“Why hello stranger, looking a little mouldy there”

The symbiote split their face revealing your own shocked one

“Agatha? You’re back?”

“Awaiting my favourite little alien’s return”

[grandisknight]

rafayel: an artist's nails

summary: It’s been a while since your last nail endeavor, and you seek out your creative lover to fill in the missing details once again.

tags: established relationship, fluff, silly rafayel, gender neutral!reader, kisses, light banter, nail polish

wc: 1.0k | (ao3)

a/n: hi hi! eek this is my first time posting like this to tumblr, i'm not too familiar with it so please forgive me for any mistakes (⸝⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝⸝ ;) i hope my short but sweet little headcanon does rafmc some justice! the idea came to me randomly while angst writing (hhhh) so here we are c:

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“Again?” He looks down at you from the impressive height of his ladder, palette and brush paused in mid motion. The canvas stretching his wall had streaks of pale blue, contrasting the rich sapphire that lay underneath them. Another masterpiece in the making, and you’ve caught him at a somewhat opportune time to air out your proposal.

“Please? I promise it’ll be the last time!” You gave him your best pout, hands clasped together in a pseudo prayer.

“That’s what you said two weeks ago, my love.” Rafayel shakes his head.

“Ra—fa—yel!” You called out, purposefully stringing his vowels in a way that he had a hard time saying ‘no’ to.

“Okay, okay. Give me a moment, yeah?”

Leaving his instruments behind, he descends from the perch of his ladder. Dusting off his hands on the edge of his slacks, he straightens his posture towards you with a few strides. Arms crossed over his chest, the warmth of coral and cooled blue examined your presence up close. “You don’t seem injured. Mission went well?”

“It did! But that’s not what I’m here for.” You flash your hands towards him, wiggling the tips of your fingers for dramatic effect. “Look at how much they’ve grown! They’re begging for a new design, and only one curated by Linkon City’s best painter could do the job.”

The bed of coral acrylic was slowly pushing past your natural nail, unflattering to the eye and no longer holding the fresh sheen it once had. It was long overdue for a retouch, and you trusted your boyfriend’s talented eye to decorate your fingers once more.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he half-heartedly remarks, but takes your hands into his own regardless. His fine fingers delicately trace over the rounded edges of your acrylics, tilting them alongside his head to capture their finish in the warm lighting of his art studio. “Hm… They are longer than before, I’ll give you that.”

An internal score in your mind was being kept, and you just landed your first point. “Exactly. So, I was thinking for the next design—“

“Woah, excuse you.” His fingers intertwined with yours, passing his warmth into your palms. He tugs you closer, hands closed like the prayer you presented just moments ago. Rafayel quirks a brow as he continues.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

You paused, a blink of confusion crossing your face. “…Am I?”

The plush of his lips puff out like a fish, awaiting your realization. Ah. You had to pay the kiss toll first—how could you forget?

You met his pout halfway, lightly pressing a kiss to pay your dues forward. Rafayel quickly chases your leaning figure, peppering a second, and then a third, to the lips curling into a faint smile at his antics and he mirrored yours all the same.

“Okay—Raf—Mm!”

He swallowed your interruptions with ones of his own, a barrage of straight smooches fluttering over your mouth. Only after the nth kiss did he finally part, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with a hum in satisfaction.

“Payment accepted.” Rafayel lowered your hands, only to gently tug them in the direction of his desk.

Pieces of sketch paper and paints, pencils and more laid across the surface as you approached. He lets go momentarily, pulling out a chair and swiping away some tabletop space, before patting on the cushion in invitation.

“Alright, why don’t we start sketching out your ideas, yeah? Let’s see if we can make this new set better than the last.”

…

No sooner than a week later did you return to Mo Art Studio, feeling particularly energized as you practically skipped into his living space.

“Ah, you’re back.”

Rafayel called out to you before you had the chance to speak, swiping another shade of cerulean over the canvas. He looks over his shoulder, eyes twinkling at your appearance and brow upturned in curiosity. “You seem like you’re in a good mood. Did you get them done today?”

You nodded, waving him down with an equally bright expression. “Take a break! I want you to admire your masterpiece.” With an outstretched hand, you await his descending figure in a similar sense of deja vu.

“Yeah? You’re already here though,” Rafayel teases, taking hold of your invitation in turn. “But alrighty. Let’s go.”

Natural habits led your bodies to walk past the floor to ceiling entrance and into the sands hugging his estate. Seagulls chirp overhead as the fragrance of salty seas sting your nose, welcoming in the warmth of sunshine and ocean views all around.

“Maybe the crab from last week is still around,” you mention. “I think it was this way—Ah!”

Rafayel snickers at your enthusiasm, but paused you short of your wandering in an effort to pull you closer to him. He raises your combined hands outwards, turning them in every direction as he observes the new design.

Speckles of pale white and faint pink hugged the tip of your nail, pearly effects blending into the azure gradient that filled the rest of the space. Light traces of a circle or two resemble bubbles, a key seashell charm on your pinky finger and an exclusive Lemurian insignia resembling the bond over his heart were all littered across the set.

He nods in approval, and you could practically see the sharp rise of his shoulders in pride as he spoke. “Ah, they turned out really good this time. I wonder whooo designed them.”

You lean into his playful stance, pressing a kiss to his cheek and watching as his skin flushes in an adoring rouge. “Thank you, my love. Next time, we should do your nails too!”

“Yeah? I don’t know if I want to have another pot with steam drawn by you again,” he retorts, laughing as you lightly pushed his shoulder.

You raised your voice in self-defense, offering him a scolding glare. “Hey! I told you it was a steamed fish. Steamed fish! You of all people should know that well!”

Your voices faded away as you left your footsteps in the sand, the low tides pushing to support the harmony of your banter as the sun slowly settled. Safe to say, you wouldn’t be letting go of these nails blessed by the ocean anytime soon.

[random-fandom1984]

Hi welcome to tumblr for my first request can I get the tfp decepticons finding a pod and imagine their surprise when inside there is a bunch of sparklings I always head canon sparkling to look small and squishy looking like mashmellows and making beep and squeaky sounds I just love sparklings so much they are so cute

Coming right up!

Decepticons Meets Sparklings

●When coming across a signal, it was a medium-sized cylinder pod that reaches up to Megatron's *Clears throat* snatchable slutty waist- WOAH! Who said that? ●Anyways, a group of Vehicons managed to bring the pod back to the Nemesis before the Autobots could arrive. No one on the Nemesis knew what it could be, so the Vehicons made bets as to what it is. Is it a bomb? A shield that can stop an enemy from attacking? A sword that can control your opponents against their will for the rest of eternity? Definitely not 5t3v3's lame sparkling theory! ●When they opened it up, they found... 7 sparklings? 5t3v3 will forever and always rub it in the face plates of the Vehicons who doubted him. ●Some of the crew thought that this was a waste, but Megatron had an idea. If this war continues far longer than it should, they will have Younger Decepticons continuing their legacy, defeating the Autobots that have grown old, ensuring the Decepticons victory! ●So, the Decepticons were split among the crew.

Megatron

●Of course, he picked the one that was aggressive and looked the toughest out of the eight. He wasn't going to have an heir that was weak and pathetic. How he did this you ask? Simple. The one that bit Starscream's finger and wouldn't let go no matter how hard Starscream swung him around. ●Would definitely teach his sparkling how to swear, even having his kid's first word be a bad word. It's basically that one scene in Steven Universe where Peridot was trying to get Pumpkin to say "Clod". ●If he had somewhere to be, or just fight Optimus, he would let Soundwave babysit, he trusts his T.I.C. with anything. There's no way he's letting that incompetent seeker watch over his adopted child. ●He would name the sparkling Sunburst; a mighty name for his mighty sparkling to strike fear into his future enemies! ●Would teach his sparkling everything there is to know about fighting from his glory days in the Pits of Kaon as a gladiator

Starscream

●He would be last to choose, unfortunately, and get the runt of the litter. But that's fine, he can work with this. ●He would try to teach the sparkling to say "All hail Lord Starscream". The sparkling would end up calling him Sire. Starscream wouldn't act impressed in public, but in private, he would be squealing with joy; He's already, unintentionally grown attached to his sparkling. ●The bot he would allow to babysit his sparkling would be a Vehicon, mainly 5teve. ●The name he would give his sparkling would probably be Thundercracker or Skywarp, something to remind him of his old trine mates. ●Would try to push his sparkling to be better than Megatron, which would unknowingly put a strain in his relationship with his sparkling because, to his sparkling, nothing he does is ever good enough for his sire

Shockwave

●Finds Lord Megatron's reason to be... logical ●Would be the one to instantly find out which would be best for him. Don't question his methods ●Would name the sparkling Prodigy ●Will teach his sparkling all about the logics of science. Anything that his sparkling does that goes beyond the knowledge of science, proves something of his illogical, or both... he would be so proud. What is this emotion? Pride and joy? Logical. ●Would trust Predaking and or Soundwave to babysit his sparkling

Soundwave

●Others might not see it, but Soundwave would pick one that strangely looks similar to two of his old minicons Rumble and Frenzy. ●Would be the most overprotective of his sparkling. Sparkling gone from his quarters? He knows where he is; wandering the halls and is close by. His spark swells when he finds out that the reason for his sparkling's escapades is because the sparkling was looking for his sire: Soundwave! ●Would be recording and photographing his sparkling's milestones and accomplishments ●The sparkling's name would be Hightop ●Would trust Lord Megatron, Shockwave, or Knockout with babysitting his sparkling

Predaking

●This one was the closest to dying and required an Energon transfusion, and Predaking volunteered. Luckily, the sparkling survived, and because the sparkling now has Predaking's Energon, not only are they related by blood, as humans say, but now the sparkling has grown Predacon features. ●Predaking was glad to have a Predacon that wasn't made in a lab this time. He made sure his sparkling was by his side until it can do things on it's own. ●The sparkling's name would be Inferno because it can transform into something that was Phoenix shaped along with abilities. ●He will tear Starscream a new one if he'd dare lay servos on his sparkling. ●Predaking would trust Knockout, Breakdown, Shockwave, and/or Dreadwing to babysit

Knockout & Breakdown

●Knockout would pick one that was better looking than the others, and Breakdown had no say in this, but didn't complain. He knew better. ●Would act the most like real parents because they always wanted a sparkling. ●They would named the sparkling Wildbreak. ●Breakdown will trust Dreadwing to babysit his sparkling, and Knockout would trust the Vehicons. If anything bad happens to his sparkling, he wouldn't repair any Vehicons as punishment, his words not mine. ●Knockout and Breakdown will always take pictures and/or record milestones or adorable moments with their sparkling: His first words, first steps, first friend, first fight and won, etc. Next thing you know, he gets a Conjunx Endura-

5t3v3 & Other Vehicons

●Since he called it, he called dibs on being the sire ●Spends every waking moment hanging out with his sparkling, playing games, spending time together, worries that he isn't doing a good job, only for those thoughts to completely disappear when his sparkling's first word is sire, goes towards him when attempting to walk, always goes, and cries for him when the sparkling gets a nightmare. ●Would do anything for his sparkling to ensure it's safety ●When looking for a babysitter, 5t3v3 would have one of the sparkling's Vehicon Uncles take care of it if he's on duty. He wouldn't take them with him because what if the Autobots show up, kill him, and take his sparkling away? No. No way! ●The sparkling's name would be Meteoroid

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Eyes on Me Ch. 4

Masterlist

Modern Armitage Hux x F! Reader Warnings: RC is a sex-worker, discussions of sex, language.

AN: Woah!!! Can't believe this fic is back from the dead. I got a comment on Tumblr for the last chapter a few days ago and remembered I had THIS chapter started. I don't have plans for future updates, but if there's any interest that could change!

Warnings: 18+ only, sex work, piv sex, semi-public sex, jealousy, mentions of child abuse and scars from said child abuse, brendol hux makes a teeny tiny cameo, ren is there, some angst at the beginning, kind of choking but not really, forced quiet sex, language, and I think that's it!!

The tires of the black car glide silently over smooth-as-silk streets, moonlight streaming through the dark tinted windows and pooling in the space between your body and his.

Armitage doesn’t speak, eyes tracking the journey out his own window, hands rubbing absentmindedly over his thighs. You can’t blame him for his nerves—you’re feeling them, too, the sleeves of your coat collecting the sweat off your clammy palms.

Silly. You’ve done this a thousand times. 

“You’re sure no one will recognize you?” Armitage asks the window, his breath creating little circles of fog on the glass.

You hum in assent, although looking over the guest list had been a cursory act. Even if you had already fucked every man at the party somehow, none of them would spare you half a glance.

You frown, the fountain of bitterness that wells inside you bubbling again. It’s an old memory, but a harsh one, and it still stings—despite the years between you and the moment of rejection. 

You had been so much younger then, and more than a little foolish. Your client was older, and handsome, and so romantic you’d have sworn that the feelings he had for you were real. 

You still remember the way it felt, that little flash of light in your chest when you caught a glance of him at some overpriced hotel bar years after things had ended, your heartbeat in your throat. You squared your shoulders, feigning indifference as you brushed by. There was that pleasant spark when your arm nudged his own, and you could see your reflection in the depths of his eyes, feeling so beautiful now, graced again by the weight of his attention. He looked at you, and you smiled, ready for the recognition to come, ready for him to want you like he had so many times before.

And then he looked away. The moment shattered. He hadn’t recognized you at all.

Armitage stares into the black night, and you stare at him, a fracture in your heart. Would he be the same? Would there be a time, years from now, when you’d find him with someone else on his arm and no recollection of you? Would he take what he could get from you—confidence, jealousy from other men who looked your way, a good fuck—and then find someone else to give himself to, wholly and without pretense?

Imagining those years passing by, watching yourself grow a little older, a little less desirable to these men who fed their addiction on young girls . . . left alone.

Your eyes snap shut, firm, breathing rhythmically, stopping any tears before they could even appear. It’s not in your best interest to think that way. Not when your income depends on your charm. 

You reach for Armitage, pressing a hand against his arm, stroking gently over the fine material of his suit jacket.

“Everything will be fine,” you promise him, and it’s a promise to yourself, as well. You will keep him happy, and attached, for as long as you can manage. 

Armitage nods, and—to your surprise—seems to relax a little, shifting in his seat to face you, no longer shocked by or shying away from your touch. 

It’s a good thing, but the same old fear spears through your heart. How soon before he was bored of you?

“I have something for you,” Armitage whispers as he slips a dark box from one of the inner pockets of his suit, and you try to take comfort knowing that the answer is not yet. 

It’s heavy in your palms. Heavy in a way that screams of extravagance, and your palms itch at the feeling of it, of the need that drapes over you like a shroud every time you’re reminded that Armitage, and men like him, could afford to give away the kind of money some people would kill for.

You pop the lid open, breathing in the scent of leather and jewelry polish. There’s a gasp on your lips that you couldn’t have faked, even if you wanted to.

Diamonds, nestled tightly in their gleaming settings, connected by a thin string of gold, glow in the damp streetlights outside the window. It slips smoothly from the case, draping elegantly over your fingers, metal cool to the touch. You’re no appraiser, but you’ve spent enough time around fine jewelry to know what something like this would cost.

Armitage is trying not to smile, as proud as you’ve ever seen him. He had certainly agonized about this choice, the same way he agonized about most things. You’d have to write an apology to the poor store clerk who helped him pick it out. Unless they worked for commission.

He makes no move for that inner pocket again, produces no receipt—not that you could ever return something so beautiful, even if you needed the money. 

“Will you wear it?” he asks, but from the look on your face he must know the answer, slipping the necklace from your shaking hands. 

Your instincts in this area are sharp as ever, luckily, and your body turns away from him out of habit, slipping your coat from your shoulders to make room at the nape of your neck. The chain descends, crossing your line of sight again, and you almost tear up knowing that you won’t get to see it again until the evening is over. 

“A small token of my gratitude,” Armitage whispers the words, low and soft against your ear, “for accompanying me tonight.”

His fingers still at the back of your neck, slipping softly down your shoulders, stopping at your arms, skin bare, goosebumps raising in response to his touch, a shiver in your breath.

“You shouldn’t have,” you tell him, meeting his eyes over your shoulder, smiling softly. It seems like the wrong time to mention that this is what he pays you for. Or a part of it.

Armitage smirks, but it has none of the buoyant pride from earlier.

“You’re about to meet my father. I should have done much, much more.”

Brendol Hux’s estate—it felt wrong to call it a mansion, as large as it was—glowed from every window, bright enough you may have been able to see it from miles away, if it weren’t surrounded by a copse of drooping, black trees. A colossal, stately edifice, gray stone and rippling glass, you couldn’t help but think of all those period piece movies you’d been watching on your evenings alone as Armitage led you up the stairs toward the entryway, his posture rigid and tense, like he was walking onto the battlefield. 

There had been a slew of introductions—a towering, important blonde woman who never smiled, a whole host of scowling, old men who refused to look Armitage in the eye, and then the baby-faced younger ones with their neat hair and puppy-dog eagerness. They practically glowed under Armitage’s regard, although he hardly seemed to notice the worship in their eyes.

And then you had met his father. Not the fire and brimstone event that Armitage had foreseen—the conversation was short and austere, and you spent most of it trying to find a hint of Armitage in the man who stood before you, coming up blank. 

Maybe you had been rude, but who could have blamed you? You’ve seen the scars.

Armitage never spoke about them—the flat burns from the end of a cigarette that dotted his arms, stretched thin over the corded muscle, or the narrow white bands across his back that flexed with each shift of his shoulders. He never said a word, even if his cheeks grew ruddy when he felt your fingers brush against them, his eyes turning dark. 

So what if you had been rude? Armitage paid you for lots of things, but your loyalty came for free. 

All that unpleasantness is over now. A glass of champagne in hand, you’ve found a private corner together, sharing smiles and soft words between sips of the fizzy wine, your head buzzing pleasantly each time Armitage strokes a finger over the chain around your neck. 

“Should we go?”

It’s wrong of you to ask—this is his event, and you’ll stay as long as he needs, even if it means ignoring that pleasant ache between your thighs for a little longer. 

Armitage almost smiles, leaning in closer—much too close, given the way so many eyes catch as they cross your path—his breath hot and damp against your ear, full of illicit promises. A shiver blossoms over your skin.

But you never hear whatever sins Armitage is about to share. You’re interrupted, a dark shadow stepping into your line of sight.

“Armitage, you haven’t introduced me to your date.”

He’s a tall man—taller than Armitage, even—voice low and rumbling, like the tremors before an earthquake. His hair is unruly and dark, long enough it brushes the collar of his jacket. The suit is fine, but stretched taut over his broad shoulders, a little too tight to be considered well-cut. His eyes rake over you, shamelessly, from the hem of your dress to where the necklace rests against your collar bone. Armitage scowls beside you.

“Ren,” Armitage says, but it’s less an introduction and more a warning.

You take the hand Ren offers you, stuttering out your name when he lifts it to his mouth, brushing his lips across your knuckles, eyes meeting yours—dark and intense, like fresh coal on a smoldering fire. 

“A pleasure,” he tells you. The feeling isn’t mutual.

But you’ll try to keep up appearances, offering a faint smile as you take your hand from his barely-loosened grip, fingers brushing against his calloused palm. Armitage stiffens, a hand sliding against the curve of your spine, settling stiffly against your hip before pulling you closer.

“So,” Ren asks, ignoring the gesture and the waves of displeasure emanating from Armitage, “how did you two meet?”

Oh, joy—a quiz. Ren is as skeptical as you’ve ever seen a man, but that only strengthens your resolve.

“Online,” you answer curtly, making your lack of interest apparent, broadcasting it with another sip of champagne and a longing look in Armitage’s direction. You don’t care if Ren thinks you’re rude for it. You could be getting railed in the back of a private car right now if it weren’t for him. 

Ren only hums, a smirk on his lips. “Really?”

You nod, but don’t say anymore. For every client you’d ever had, there were about a thousand men like Ren—suspicious types, hoping to trip you up, or expose you—and none of them were as clever as they thought. You know Ren wants you to ramble out explanations, to stumble into a mistake as he collected the pieces he needed to embarrass Armitage. 

You’d let him choke on your stony silence, instead. 

“I had no idea online dating could be so . . . effective. And what is it you do?”

“Philanthropy.” 

A rote answer—you’d attended enough parties with the upper echelon to know that any interest in your career would die as soon as that word passed your lips.

But Ren doesn’t stumble.

“Charity cases?” Ren’s smirk turns into a smile, teeth bared, “is that what this is?”

He gestures with the hand holding his whiskey glass, pointing first at you, then at Armitage, as if the meaning wasn’t already clear.

Armitage flinches, pulling from your side with a half-step, like he might start shouting at Ren, or maybe skip the formalities and punch him square in the jaw. 

You still him with a hand to his chest. Your eyes stay locked on Ren’s.

“No, not at all!” you assure him, words dripping with sincerity, “I’m more than happy to chat with any of Armitage’s coworkers.”

Ren’s smile falls at the insult, and you feel your own grow wider, wicked and petty. Serves him right. 

Armitage radiates with satisfaction, touch possessive as his fingers press more tightly into your waist. He leans in—closer than necessary, lips just brushing the shell of your ear—but his whispered words are plenty loud.

“Let’s go, love. I’m bored.”

You let Armitage lead you away, sending Ren a sarcastic little wave over your shoulder.

You had thought he would take you back through the front doors and into the chill night air, but you’re mistaken. He weaves smoothly through the other guests, around the edge of the party and into a quiet hallway where the light doesn’t reach.

“In here,” he tells you, grabbing a door seemingly at random and ushering you inside. It’s a bathroom—small, but still glittering with gilt-edges and frames and ornate wall-paper—full of fine soaps and plush towels that look as if they’ve never been used.

Behind you, the lock clicks as it slides into place.

“Armitage, what are you—”

He doesn’t give you a chance to finish, and doesn’t answer either, not with words. There’s the press of his fingers, curling in the chain around your neck, pulling you in close until his mouth meets your own.

The kiss is harsh, crushing, tainted with a need you hadn’t seen before. It has your mouth open, a harsh breath sucked through your lips, but it’s Armitage’s tongue that fills the gap, tasting the wine you had been drinking when it brushes against your own. The fastener for the necklace digs into the top of your spine.

Your mouth shifts from his, but Armitage is undeterred, hot breath heavy against your cheek, free hand gripping a handful of your ass.

“You’ll break it,” you admonish him, forcing the meeting of your eyes.

Armitage is unflinching, his body heavy as it presses your hips into the edge of the marble countertop. You can feel the shape of him through the thin fabric of his trousers, feel the way he aches for you. 

He’s unapologetic, nudging your mouth back where he wants it. “I’ll buy you another.”

Jesus. You had been wrong before, in the car. There are no men like Armitage Hux. 

But he does concede a little, shifting his hand like you had asked, fingers circling your neck instead. Armitage keeps your mouth on his with a firm and unequivocal grip, grinding into you, both aching and persistent and you can feel yourself dripping, panting with need that he’s created with so little effort. The air grows hot around you, a thin sheen of sweat blossoming across your cheeks. 

“Armitage.” 

You want to ask him here? now? But you can’t, your desperation is clear in the pitch of his name, the way it crawls from you, clinging to the hollow of his throat and the flush of blood that creeps over his skin. 

Armitage hears it, matches its feverish want, collecting the silky material of your skirt in both of his hands, pulling it up until your knees are bared, your thighs, the black lace that covers you beneath it. 

You help him, so eager, too eager, even, the fabric almost slipping from your grip. Armitage traces his fingers up the inside of your thigh, fits his hand in the space between. Your hips shift against him involuntarily, a gasp from your lungs when the tip of his finger brushes against your clit.

And Armitage watches with ice-gray eyes, drinks in your body’s reaction to him, to his touch at your sensitive cunt, to the other back on your neck, squeezing slightly. Soft, spattered moans spill from your lips with each breath, and his fingers must be damp now, given the way your underwear clings to your skin.

It hasn’t been like this with him. Armitage is never so demanding, never this sure of himself. There’s always been a sense of deference from him, an apology that preceded every touch. The absence of it has your legs shaking, lungs shallow.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, and you nod against his hold.

Armitage has to take his hands off you to slip his belt from the buckle, and you miss the feeling, unmoored and shaky, knees hollow, palms pressed into the counter to support your weight. You might fall to the floor if he doesn’t hurry.

But Armitage is methodical in this, and everything else, freeing his cock from the confines of his trousers, slipping the condom from his pocket and splitting the wrapper with his teeth.

You had watched him tuck it into his pocket earlier, embarrased, attempting to be subtle, and had found the gesture sweet. 

There’s nothing sweet about him now, as he approaches you again, places one hand at your hip and the other back between your thighs, slipping the sticky fabric out of the way. Your cunt twitches, met by cool air and his soft, probing fingers. There’s a sob on your lips when he just brushes at your clit.

“You have to be quiet,” Armitage warns, and you faintly remember the party just outside the door—his father, and that dark-haired man, the rude one, although you can’t recall his name.

Armitage slips the head of his cock inside your aching hole, presses the palm of his other hand tight against your lips, and you moan into it, feel the vibrations singing through your cheeks.

“Quiet,” he reminds you, thrusting deeper, filling you more until the stretch is divine, an incomparable ache.

Armitage works his way into you, thrusts measured and even, your body nudging against the counter with each movement until you’re sure there will be a silly-looking bruise across your ass cheeks when he’s done with you. You can’t care about that, though, not with the press of his hand and the smell of his skin, and the thick trail of his cock brushing past that spot inside you, the one that has tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, pooling against his fingers and dripping down his wrist.

And Armitage takes it all, watching you fall apart for him, practically unblinking. His own moans come out sharp through gritted teeth, matching the pace of your own, the crescendoing spark that builds and builds in the pit of your stomach. 

There’s his fingers against your clit, coaxing the spark into a flame, tracing the edges of it until you’re afraid that someone might hear the wet, echoing squelch of your pussy. 

Armitage loses some of his well-maintained discipline at the feeling of it, the tremors just beginning to travel through your cunt, clinging to him, inviting him deeper, asking for more. He falls into you, your chest pressed to his, the damp heat of his breath against your ear, and you can feel the brush of his jaw as it tenses, the way his body fights against its own release, desperate to give you yours.

“Come for me,” Armitage begs, “please.” 

You do, because you can’t think of a thing you wouldn’t do for him, if he asked it. Because you’re finding that there is no limit to your loyalty, and because you want to feel him unravel against you, and he won’t if you don’t first.

Your vision darkens, body spiraling, submerged in pleasure, in the feeling of him—the drag of his cock and the weight of his fingers against your clit. In other things, too. Softer things. His breath against your neck, the kiss he presses to the space behind your ear, delicate and wanting. 

Maybe he thinks you won’t notice, occupied as you are. But you do.

He spills soon after with an unmistakable flood of heat, thrusts slowing until they stop, his cock seated inside you. And it feels right. 

Armitage comes back to himself, dropping his hand from your mouth, and you suck in a heavy breath, filling your lungs until your breathing slows, enjoying the press of his chest against yours. Your legs grow steadier, and so you release your grip on the edge of the table, stroking a hand down his spine, slipping a hand through the hair at the edge of his collar.

His lips are quirked at the edges, when he meets your eyes again, giddy, maybe. Proud, certainly, at his boldness. You can’t resist kissing his beautiful mouth, the feeling of that smirk growing into a smile. 

“Now we can leave,” he tells you, pulling back from your embrace. You’re colder without him, goosebumps dotting the skin of your arms.

He slips the condom off, tucks himself back into his trousers as you adjust your own clothing, checking your appearance in the mirror.

There are tear tracks, glistening against your cheeks, and you brush them away with both hands, flushing at the mess he’s made of you.

Armitage doesn’t seem disturbed by this at all, offering you his arm. You reach for him, and then pull back, hesitant.

“Shouldn’t we leave separately?” you ask, “people might . . . talk.”

They would definitely talk, of course. There was nothing a group of rich people liked more than spitting venomous words about each other when backs were turned. No doubt your absence had already been noticed, and there was no telling how many people had watched you walk into this hallway together. 

Armitage remains unbothered, even if his thoughts mirror your own.

“Let them talk.”

He leaves no room for argument, and so you take the arm he offers, stepping from the bathroom door and into the empty hallway.

Previously empty hallway. You almost stumble into a man, an apology already spilling from your lips before you’ve even made contact.

Oh. Not just any man. The man, the one from before. 

Ren.

He turns to face you, annoyance creasing his brow, morphing into shock when he sees Armitage following behind you. 

“Excuse us,” you tell him, slipping past his wide frame, “we were just leaving.” 

Ren nods, stunned into silence, and you hold back a giggle. Armitage takes your hand in his, trailing behind you lazily. You don’t have to watch him to know that he wears his pride like armor, shoulders thrown back, victorious in every sense of the word. 

It might be wishful thinking, but you don’t think Armitage will ever forget this.

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SQUEALLLLL!! Thank you so MUCH @rand0m-s1nner!! You're super sweet as well!! Thank you so much for letting me do this!! The inspiration from this fic goes to this TALENTED person⬆. Again, thank you so much!! Have a wonderful AM or PM!!<3

Two Wishes

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--Peri somehow crossed over to the real world! I wonder how that happened...--

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|Lee - Peri -- Ler - Alex (My preferred name:> On online at least lol)

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AU - Crossover

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Alex groaned, shutting her door and slipping her backpack off her shoulders and onto the ground. She flopped on the couch bed under her actual bed and lied there before turning over on her back. 'At least it's Friday so I don't have homework.' She thought to herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket and unlocking it, going on Tumblr. 'Nothin' new in my notifications.' She thought with a sigh, scrolling through the 'For You' section. She got a message from her mom as she clicked on it and read it.

"Hi toots! Me and <Step Father Name> are going shopping! Anything you want from the store??"

Alex just responded with a 'No, be safe' and left the other texts on read. She kept scrolling through images, stopping to read some things before scrolling again. The eventually stopped on a 'Fairly OddParents' post. She stared at it for a few moments before scrolling past some others. "I wish I had a god parent. Too bad that shit is fictional..." She sighed and turned off her phone, placing it beside her as she reached for her PS5 controller. Then, she saw a purple spark in the corner of her eye. She turned her head around to see nothing put her heater in the middle in the room, along with some other things. 'I'm seeing things again...' she thought with a shrug. Even if the thought was unusual, since who sees something PURPLE in the corner of their eye?? That's just weird. She went back to reaching for the controller until, again, she saw that spark again. She whipped her head back to that spot and saw, yet again, nothing! "Those ghost stories are gettin' to me..." She muttered under her breath but decided to look longer at the spot this time. She swore, with her own two eyes, she saw a spark. "The fuck??" Alex asked out loud, grabbing a full water bottle. Then, a purple smoke appeared, making her eyes widen and scoot into a wall, just staring in disbelief and somewhat horror. the smoke eventually disappeared with a poof as a floating purple human lookin' thing was in the middle of her room. Was she drunk??

"Well, hey there kid--" The grape started off but was CUT off by a scream and a water bottle being thrown at his face "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Alex shouted, grabbing another water bottle. "Woah--! Hey hey HEY!!-- Calm down!" The winged person put his hands up in defense. "I've officially gone crazy..." Alex muttered, looking at the ground as she held the water bottle up, the creature chuckling awkwardly. "Let's just... calm down... start from the beginning, okay?" He asked in a calm town, trying to soothe the frightened child. "Fucking hell... f-fine...' She continued to hold the water bottle up. "Okay! My name is Poof! Or... well it was. Changed it to Peri! Kind of like Periwinkle!" Peri introduced himself with a smile. "Peri...? As in.... OHHH you're HIM! You fuckin' terrified me, dude! And uh, Im Alex." Alex calmed down, putting the water bottle down, making Peri chuckle with mixed feelings. "Nice to meet ya, Alex and... uh... language... please? And... you know me?" Peri asked, fidgeting with his fingers. "Sorry, working on controlling my mouth. And yeah! You're from a show! But... how are you... here? Fairies and God Parents don't exist here." Alex explained, doing weird hand movements as Peri's eyes widened a bit. "They... don't?" "Yeah! So... how are *you* here?? You're supposed to be fictional!" Peri just shrugged. "I don't know... but, since I'm here I *guess* I'll grant you two wishes! One being whatever you desire and the other to send me home! How does that sound?" Peri smiled, putting his hands behind his back. "Uh... sounds fair. Okay... uh... one wish... hmm..." Alex hummed, thinking for a moment before an idea popped in her head. She stayed silent for a few more moments before blushing lightly at the idea. "Uh... Okay." Alex crawled over to the edge of her couch bed, signaling Peri to come closer. Peri shrugged and floated down to her level. She pulled him a little closer, whispering in his ear. After a moment, he blushed FURIOUSLY and pulled back after she was done. "You-- You wanna what??" Peri stuttered with a shocked face. "Please? This'll basically be a dream come true! ...Quite literally." She mumbled that last part before giving Peri pleading eyes. "Please? You said anything:(" "I... I did say that, didn't I...? You're one weird kid..." Peri sighed "Fine..." He agreed as Alex beamed. She signaled him to come closer as he sat on her lap. (Not self shipping this is STRICTLY platonic--) She giggled happily "Ready?" She asked as Peri nodded

"EEP-- Ehehe hehehey! Waaaahahait!" Peri giggled as Alex tickled his belly softly. "Aww! Your laugh is even more adorable in reality! Ehe!" "Dohohohohon't sahahahay thahahat!" Peri squealed and kicked his legs slightly. Alex just beamed with happiness. 'Finally! I get to do this!' She thought as her hand wandered to Peri's sides. "Tick-le Tick-le Tick-le purplee!~" Alex teased, gently and lightly squeezing his sides. Peri hiccuped and covered his blushy face. "Aaaaahahahaha! Nooohohohohohohoo! You're so mehehehehehean!" Peri giggled, not even trying to stop her since it'd be pointless and stupid. "Me? Mean? Peri, I'm offended! Can't a kid have fun once in a while?" Alex huffed in fake annoyance, poking his belly button. "Naha! Wahahait!-- AhahahahahaAHLehehehehex!! Stahaha-- eeeehehehehehe!!" "Oh you're so PRECIOUS!! Eeee, look at your smile!!" "Nohohoho-- you cahahahahan't see ihihihihhit! Ah! Nohohohot my rihihibs! Naahaho!" Peri kicked his feet a bit more, giggling about, turning into an even more blushy mess. "Heh, I can't help it! You're just so cute!" "Nohohohot cuhuhute!!" Peri protested in a giggle fit. "...Nope. That's it." Alex huffed and tickled behind Peri's ears. "WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THERE!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEREEEHEHEHEERRR! *hic* Peri's shoulders scrunched up, squirming on her lap. "Nah, you asked for this. Saying you ain't cute, who is you lying to cause it ain't me!" "AHAHAHAAALLLEX!! *snort*" Alex gasped in delight. "Oh. M. Goodness. You can SNORT?! Oh, you adorable munchkin, ahh!!" Peri's face got brighter. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!" "Two more spots??" "NAHA--" Alex giggled, knowing that was a no. But continued. She gently took one of Peri's hands and nuzzled his palm. Peri s c r e a m e d. "NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *hic* NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! ALEX, PLEASE!! *hic* PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! WHYYYHIHIHI WOULD YOU WISH FOR THIIIIHIHIHIHIHIS YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!! *snort*" "Okay, two more spots were a lie... how about THIS time, two more spots?" Alrx teased, tracing Peri's hand lines. "AHAHAHAHAHAL--" Peri squealed, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. "Fine, one more." She chuckled and let go of his hand, tickling his inner thighs this time. "WAAAAAAA-- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAL-- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Some tears fell down his face as he laughed, squirming about. "Okay, okay! I'm done!" Alex said with a giggle and stopped

"Woah.... wooohohooo... ehevil... evil child!" Peri giggled breathlessly. Alex chuckled and hugged him. "Okay... woo... I'm okay now... ahh..." Peri chuckled with a breath as he levitated next to her. "My time to leave, I believe..." Peri said with a small smile. "Damn... nice meeting you, though!" Alex said with a smile. "Alright, ya know what to do." Alex nodded in response. "I wish for you to go home, my dear grape!" Alex said with a smug look. "Thank you-- wait hey--!" Peri started but was already gone. Alex just smiled and finally grabbed her PS5 controller

After a moment, Alex's mom knocked and came in. "Hi toots! We're back!" Her mom announced with a smile. "Hey, momma." Alex smiled and waved. "Anything interesting happen?" Her mom said with a playful hint in her tone. Alex blinked and looked at the floor for a moment. "Yeah... a new interesting story to write one day."

💜End❤️

[downforthegas]

Fart kink asks (all 25 bc why not)

Woah uhhhh damn thank you so much!!! I'm glad I can finally answer the questions I've always wanted to!!! Here we go:

When did you realize you were into farts? Age 16 when I first learned how to touch myself

How did you figure out you were into farts? Probably fart jokes in shows, you know how it goes (live action scooby doo movie ruined a generation lol)

What’s your favorite type of fart? Quite a lot. Bubbly, wet, bassy, rumbly, silent, squeaky, etc. The kind that smell awful, like rotten cheese, milk, or eggs

Are there any types of fart you don’t like? Of course not. Farts are farts. Even the short, quiet ones have their charm

What about farting do you find most appealing? Probably the smell but sound is really hot too. As for the types of farter, I'm a big fan of embarrassment, but confidence is also suuuuper hot depending on what I'm in the mood for

Do you have a preferred length or volume for farts? I mean not really but I find myself fantasizing about long farts. Even hyperfarts that last for hours maybe even days on end (i guess I do have a preferred length lol). As for volume, any is fine, but if it's long, its extra hot if its bubbly and quiet or silent

Does farting turn you on on its own or do you need to already be in the mood? Farting can turn me on in an instant like a switch

Do you have any other digestion-related kinks? Ooh so many. Burps, piss (I think that counts), scat, and vomit (but not for real, just in my head). Even general stomach issues like bloating and indigestion and even heart burn are hot

Do you have any other kinks that you enjoy being paired with farting? Farts and burps, farts and bloating, farts and scat, farts and spanking, farts and tying up, ugh the possibilities are endless

Is farting a must in sexual situations or is it more of a bonus? It's sort of a must but I don't want it to be. I try to get off to regular stuff with my partners (we still do farts stuff too), and I do but its hard bc its always been farts I've touched myself to. But I'm willing to change. Besides, not using farts helps me last longer

Have you ever acted on your desires IRL in an explicitly kinky manner? With myself? Yes. Not yet with my partners though

Is having a partner who can fart well important to you? Not really but it's nice when you have it, like I do right now hehe

Does anyone you personally know know about your kink? Two of my friends, one I still talk to. They're both really accepting. I think I told my sister but she was probably so traumatized, she forgot lol

Has anyone ever noticed/suspected your kink without you telling them about it? Not yet. Thank god though. Maybe my sis is getting suspicious but I'm not sure (if she really did forget)

Is there any media that you enjoy specifically for farts in it? Not a specific media in particular (I imagine my faves farting more if they're from medias with no fart jokes) but I do like looking at fart comps on youtube, mostly from cartoons

Do you have a favorite farting-related content creator (on tumblr or otherwise)? For fart models, I love Love Rachelle, Selena Loca, Santana Redd, Emma Ink, and Natasha F. For artists, there's too many to list but I love a lot of twitter artists like Carafalsa, ProButtonMasher, GasTank, and Solloros. For people on Tumblr, I love @sweetbubblies for their ocs. They include a lot of hyperfart stuff and I think they got me into diaper stuff. @grossgeck is awesome too. They're extra weird like me and it makes me feel less alone in this community

Would you ever consider recording your farts? Oh I recorded SO MANY of my farts and posted some here.

Are you a shy farter or do you fart freely? Depends who I'm around. Around fam? Strangers? Friends? no. Best friends and lovers? Yes but I get a little hesitant with best friends hehe

Are you good at farting? Uhhh well my farts smell bad and some can be like 5 seconds so I guess I'm good. But I'm EXCELLENT at pumped farts. I can fart on command and I can suck in a lot of air

Do you prefer farting yourself or hearing others fart? Either way I'm happy lol

Have you ever gotten into trouble for farting in a place or situation where you shouldn’t have? Ooh not yet but I have fantasized about trying that in a public setting somewhere. I am into humiliation after all

Have you ever gotten turned on by farting in an inconvenient place or situation? Again, no, but it turns me on to think about

Have you ever tried to make yourself gassy in order to fart? Oh I kinda do it all the time! Whether it's with food, chocolate milk (my love) and pumping air in me

Do you have any favorite foods or drinks for encouraging farting? Spicy foods, leafy green veggies, super greasy foods, and chocolate milk/regular milk

What’s your biggest fantasy involving farting? Me and both my current partners are gassy and they can both fart freely around me, but I have to have a plug in me until they say I'm allowed to pull it out. If we're having sex, I'm not allowed to take it out until I cum. Maybe they make me take it out in public so I'm forced to fart in front of a bunch of people. Or they need to be in the hot tub after sex. But there's no hot tub. But hey, there's enough bubbles in my system to make it one

[starsinkpop]

what do you think if theres blogs that are not only deeply obsessing with finding out ateez members exact fs but they also discussing their potential body parts. I tried telling them how weird and gross it was of them but they tell me I was taking it too far. what the fuck? am sorry but this kpop tarot thing is what is taking ppls obsession with idols fs too far. its bordering on creepy rn and its not just one blog theres like several of them that mainly focus on idols fs.

some blogs be claiming they dont dig too much but then they still think it ok to even discuss idols sexuality or some other aspect of their personal life.

i’m not really on that side of tumblr or social media so i can’t really say much about it. i have clear boundaries. im fine with certain readings about ateez’s fs but i wouldn’t do more readings than i have online right now. we already know more than enough. i keep getting a crazy amount of asks in my inbox of people trying to fit especially san’s fs aspects. i’m deleting all of them because none of those people reading my stuff and also myself will be their fs. some people really need to touch some grass. when i see certain physical traits in a reading i point them out, however i focus on personality only. what’s bothering me is how almost everyone on here in my inbox assumes that the members are straight. making their fs a girl at all times. we don’t know their sexuality and it’s quite frankly none of our business. we don’t know if their straight or part of the lgbtq+ community. this is why i keep my readings gender neutral because we don’t know shit.

now in general i don’t want to spread any negativity because life itself is already a big struggle for most of us. i want my blog to be a place where people could just entertain themselves for a bit and. so i won’t say anything about other readers because i honestly just can’t. like i said, im not on that side of tumblr. i get your point but you have to remember you’re telling me this, im a kpop (well just ateez) tarot reader myself and i’ve done reading about their fs too so 🤷‍♀️🤣 like i said, i have my boundaries with readings, won’t do any sexual readings and i don’t focus on looks. being someone who was crazily sexualized since being a child, i really hate this side of any fandom. there’s too many obsessions going on. you wanna know what happened when i saw the most recent pool pics of the members, especially san and woo? as a gym girly i was like “woah i really need to know their routine so i can shape my body like theirs” i can just admire them. viewers here are a little too delulu and have a hard time sticking to reality and form an own opinion it feels like. and I’m sure some readers feed into that. it’s giving you a ton of likes and if that’s their main purpose for posting i guess i get it. that doesn’t mean i’m okay with that but i know many people need validation like that. whenever there’s people coming up and officially date like twice’s jihyo for example i always feel really warm around my heart. gives me the feeling they can still have a bit of a normal life.

i don’t really have anything else to say and only repeat myself. i don’t know if i’m the right person to talk to about that, i do readings and did fs readings like what you just complaint about, but i have boundaries and know what’s reality. none of us will be with any of them, ever and viewers should stop honestly believing “omg XYs fs is like this and that, i’m just like that it has to be me they have to do more detailed readings so i can make it fit for myself”.

on another note, and this is in no means anything bad or hate whatsoever, i love getting asks from you but those long asks are sometimes a bit much because im not your diary, love 🤣 no hate. but it just felt like a rant and i do really like rants but my inbox is maybe not the best place for that because i don’t want to spam any of my followers page with that you know?

edit: you can still send me longer asks, but please try fitting the stuff you want to say into one ask and not three or more 💖

[lyricalnonsens3]

Woah, longer post about not Pokemon? Well, thought about it a while and I thought it'd be nice to post about since I'm sure somebody would enjoy it.

I am by all means, not a healthy individual. I eat crap. I do not exercise. I stay up late. Some of these things I can't change. Whether or not I sleep at night is a lovely cursed luck of the draw game if I'm unlucky. But, I feel like I could do more in other fields. I can be healthier. I know that. So, hopefully, to inspire me to walk more , I'm going to take nice, varying length walks, where I braindump to Tumblr along the way any stories that caught my eye, whatever I ate that day, whatever. Will anyone read them? I have no clue. Maybe somebody will pop them onto text to speech while they work out, or read them on their own walks. I don't know. But, I hope this inspires somebody else to take their health into their own hands in their own way. You don't have to run a kilometre or whatever; if you aren't moving at all, any movement is better. I find it really hard to motivate myself to go on walks. It's really boring where I live, and there are two of these rabid little dogs who never shut up every time you walk past the property. And, my room is really cosy. I'd rather stay in it, even if my motivation was ground bottom and actually deciding to get up and clean my space didn't happen so many times my room looked like a bomb went off.

On the same topic, I am so having so much fun with my meal choices recently. Today I had these microwave sauce udon noodle bowl things, which I had never seen before, and it was just awesome. And another day I had like twenty things tossed in one of those Buldak noodle bowls, which, despite burning my poor tongue off, was fantastic. Totally recommend.

WELLP I'm probably gonna turn around on this walk of mine soon, so, it's time to stop yapping. 👋👋

Slán!

[blizzard202]

Standing Still - Reuploaded to Tumblr: Chapters 5-8

Chapters 1-4

Chapter Five - Archie

Archie is at the dinner table. His parents are there, and so is his brother. Everything’s right. He feels so warm and happy. Everyone besides him is talking, but he can’t understand what exactly they’re saying. Everything becomes a loud burble of banter, or perhaps arguing. Archie’s face falls as he glances around. What’s going on? 

“Guys?” He says quietly, tilting his head. Everyone’s gaze snaps towards him. His mother’s mouth opens, and for a moment he thinks she’ll speak, but nothing comes out. Some sort of inky black liquid begins to ooze from the corners of the small dining room. 

Archie lets out a yell and begins frantically swiveling his head. He can’t leave his chair. He looks back to his family. It takes him a moment to realize their faces are quite literally gone. Where eyes, a mouth, and a nose should be, there is only blank, unblemished skin. He blinks and suddenly the air reeks of death. He becomes aware of the fact that he is now at the side of his parent’s bed. 

Their faces are still gone, and they look like they’re asleep, limp in their bed. 

“Ma, Dad?” He leans forward and shakes both of them. Nothing happens. 

Archie feels so sad, almost like he’s sinking into the ground. Because he is. He slowly falls into the floor, watching his parents lay limp on the bed. Now he can’t feel his legs, he jolts himself as hard as he can, but he won’t budge. Archie is absolutely terrified at this point. There’s no way to get out and nobody is there to help him. 

“MOM? DAD? PLEASE WAKE UP I CAN’T GET OUT! HELP!!! ANYBODY?!? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? PLEASE, I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL-” He continues crying for help, but nothing is working. Soon, his parents leave his sight, his head is level with the floor.

Archie reaches upwards, and his grip catches on something. He grabs it and pulls up as hard as he can, until his eyes flutter open. His disoriented gaze lands on a confused, worried Raymond. It takes a few moments for Archie to realize he’d been dreaming.

“Woah uh, ya good?” Raymond asks quietly, concerned. 

Archie blinks away the tears and nods. “Just uh… A nightmare.” He tries to explain it away, but he can tell Raymond is worried. 

“Is there anything I can do? I mean, ya look pretty shaken up.” Raymond puts his arm around his shoulder. 

“No, just, ignore what I did, it was an accident.” 

“No, man. If anything is wrong. Tell me. Please.” Raymond tells him. 

“No, no, it’s alright. It was just a dream.” 

“Ok. Just, don’t spook me like that again. I just feel like… like there’s somethin’ up with you. I know I just met you, but, I- I think you’re… my friend, so please, sleep on it, and if there’s anything for you to tell me tomorrow, do not hesitate. I’m here for you’s.” Raymond is concerned, but Archie likes that he isn’t being interrogated, Raymond knows his boundaries. 

“I’m alright. Thanks for lookin’ out for me, Raymond.” Archie waits for a response, but realizes his new friend has already passed out. Well, we had a long day anyway. I should probably go to sleep too. And this time, he dreams about something that makes him happy. Or more accurately, someone.

Chapter Six - Raymond

3 weeks have passed. Nothing important has happened. The kids at the refuge only get food on Sundays, so that’s the only thing they look forward to every week. Then, something unexpected happens. 

“Didja’ hear about Clippers?” James asks. 

“No, what happened? Did he find a stash’a snacks?” Raymond replies. 

“No, better. He escaped!” 

What? How the heck do you escape this place? He wonders. The two hadn’t made any new friends, at least, not Raymond. Everyone loves Archie, but he isn’t  jealous, it’s nice to see his new friend be recognized. Still, it was kind of saddening to not have Clippers with them. But that night, while settling down, Raymond found a note underneath the sheets:

Hi! Sorry for not telling you I was going, I just didn’t want to take any risks. I promise there are no hard feelings on my end. I just wanted to say, if you do eventually get out, the Newsies are always open to new kids. And you probably could use a haircut from me haha. So, once you get out, if you need a job, you know where to look. Remember, as governor Roosevelt always says, “Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.”

Good luck! -Clippers

Raymond wonders why he emphasized “eyes on the stars”. Probably just a mistake. But it seems coincidental that it was an action. Suddenly, his eyes shoot up above his bed. A vent! He quickly rushes over to Archie and brings him into the bathroom. 

“Uh… whatcha doin’?” He asks. 

“Archie, guess what? …I found a way out!” Raymond whispers. 

“What?! How did ya manage-” 

“Shhh! They might hear! So basically, there’s a vent above our bed, and I was thinking, what if I sneak a knife from dinner tonight, and use it on the screws? Then we can just crawl out, and we’ll be gone. For good.”

Chapter Seven - Archie

Tonight is the night, if everything goes to plan. Three weeks was far too long, and if this doesn’t go how the two wanted, Archie doesn’t think he could go any longer. Sure, he’s nervous, but what’s the worst that could happen? So many things. He shakes his head. Raymond knows what he’s doing.

He chews his nails, a rather nasty habit of his, during dinner. He doesn’t notice if Raymond had gotten the knife, which is probably a good sign. Then he remembers the signal to inform him. He glances over to get Raymond’s attention, then taps on the table twice. He taps three times back. Phew. He sighs, relieved.

With step one complete, all they have to do is wait. Wait until midnight. After every half hour, they undo one screw. Two hours later, the cover is off, and they are so close to getting out of the building of which its inmates frequently refer to as a hellhole. James is the only one who knows they are escaping, and he boosts the two up to the vent. 

“You guys betta repay me for this.”

Crawling through the vents quietly was a near impossible task. Archie finds that the best way to crawl is to be as flat as possible and drag yourself along with your arms. The adrenaline is high, and Archie can’t believe they were actually doing this. He isn’t able to help but to feel bad for the others, but he knows the state would shut it down once they find the happenings at that terrible place.

Suddenly, the bottom of the vent below them starts bending and creaking. 

“Go!” Raymond whispers loudly. The two try their hardest to get to the end of the shaft, but it’s no use. The floor gives out under them, and they fall down until landing on the floor of the front office of the Refuge. 

“RUN!” The two dash out the doors, sprinting down the street, until they are cornered. 

“There’s no way out ki-” The officer is cut off with a swift right hook. Woah, that was a super hard punch! I hope he’s ok! Archie thinks. 

“Who are you?” The two ask in unison.

“Nice to meet you two, name’s Racetrack, Clippers told me two kids might escape t’night. Looks like I’m here just in time!”

Chapter Eight - Raymond

“Alright, you two can sleep on these beds. Pick your bunks, goodnight!” Race stumbles back to his bed, crashing down and passing out immediately. The two follow quickly. That night was scary, and it was nice to finally get some rest on a semi-comfortable bed.

The next day, Raymond wakes up at the same time as the Newsies. His work day starts when they do, as most every kid in the city, with the morning bell. He has to get to the tailor’s shop, no breakfast. He’d be late. Archie follows close behind, freezing. Jack, Manhattan’s makeshift leader, insists on sending another boy, ‘Crutchie’, with them. It’s the end of November, and it is starting to get very cold. Crutchie made small talk with the boys as they speedwalked. The three finally arrive at the shop fifteen minutes later.

“Alright, let me just use my key, and we’ll get out of the cold-” The key doesn’t work on the lock. Raymond fiddles around the keyhole, trying to make it fit, but it just wouldn’t go in. He knocks on the door, and his boss, Reginald opens the door.

“What?!” The old man seems irritated, like the three are trespassing.

“Hey Reggie, my key ain’t workin’ on the door, thanks for opening it.” Raymond tells him.

“Oh yeah, I change locks every time I lose an employee.”

“Whaddya mean you lost an employee? Who?”

“You were gone for three weeks, and I found a new cleaner. I’m sorry Raymond.” He slams the door, and the three walk away in defeat. Luckily the newsboys still let them in, just in time, too. There’s a heavy blizzard swarming outside.

“Ay’! Why don’t you join us? We could always use more Newsies!” Crutchie asks them. Archie is still behind Raymond, shivering slightly. Raymond glances at him and nudges him gently. Archie looks up at Raymond, seemingly mulling over the idea.

“We’ll do it.” Raymond replies. “I mean, there’s nothin’ else for us to do. What do you think, Archie?”

“These guys seem nice, sure!” Archie responds.

“Wait! Hold up. You fellas need to get your initiations done!” A random newsboy yells across the room.

“Romeo, what are you talki-” Race is cut off.

“Shh! So, y’know what, I’m gonna be nice, only one of you gotta do it.” The new face named Romeo tells them. 

“Do what?” Raymond asks.

“So, to test your diligence, we’s gonna have you deliver a hundred papes, in the snow, in ONE HOUR.” He shoves an unsold stack of papers into his arms.

“What? No way-” Race gets cut off once again.

“Deal.” Raymond says quickly. The two spit on and shake their hands.

“Eww…” Archie gags.

Only three quarters of an hour later, he returns, drenched in sweat, shivering violently with a bag of quarters and dimes weighing him down. He must have collected twenty dollars in his shoulder bag from people who felt bad about a kid selling papers in the blowing snow.

“Woah kid!” Race exclaims. “You gotta go on a shopping spree!” 

He leads them to a thrift store that sells cheap clothes for the Newsies. Hats, jackets, shirts, and dress pants line the walls. There were so many options, and Raymond has absolutely no idea what to buy. Clothes are sold on an average of twenty cents each. 

Raymond decides to buy two hats, brown and black, two undershirts, blue and white, a black vest, a black polo, and a shoulder bag. He and Archie also get haircuts from Clippers. Raymond’s sides are cut very short, with the top of his head about an inch and a quarter long, and Archie just gets the hair out of his eyes. Raymond also buys him an outfit and bag.

“Alright, well… Do you guys want nicknames or summ’?” Specs, the Newsie with glasses asks.

Archie yelps in excitement. He seems to be super excited to make new friends. Raymond isn’t as social, but still nods in approval. The two converse over what they should call themselves.

Raymond eventually suggests, “How about Pup? I mean, ya’ heart is like a dog’s, and you seem to be everyone’s best friend, whaddya think?”

“I love it! Now… with you. Hm… I mean, it’s not as creative, but what about Blizzard? Y’know, since ya’ sold all the papes in the snow?”

“Heh, you’re already sayin’ papes! I think Blizzard’s a great name, I sure as hell can’t think of anything betta!” Raymond replies.

Race chimes in, “That’s a bit of a coincidence. Two new Newsies named after canines in one month. Pretty funny, huh? But that one’s in the Bronx, so I don’t think it really matters.”

“Who else?” Archie asks out of curiosity.

“They call him Fox. Pretty boring name if you ask me, but I’m pretty sure his real name is uh… Aaron or Asher… wait, no, not Asher…”

 Raymond knew exactly what was coming. Exactly three weeks and one day ago, the rude kid working in the Bronx he ran into, that matched Archie’s exact description of him.

But there's nothing he could do to stop it.

“Ashton.”

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Original characters and story were created in collaboration with @no-i-wanna-go-down (Owner of Archie and Ashton) Any other characters (Excluding Raymond) are the product of dual creativity between the two authors, which entails equal ownership of the characters.

This doesn't need to be the end of your reading! There are much more chapters than these, but they are being reuploaded for the sake of promotion. If you would like to read on, please keep reading on AO3. There is a LOT more where that came from! (Spoiler alert: It's still really gay)

[the1312daysofchristmas]

how'd you get into fall out boy? My friend (and later girlfriend) got me into them in middle school, and I'm always interested to hear how others did.

Hope easier times are ahead for you as well!

sooooo when i was like 6 or 8 or 4 or something i saw w picture of an emo guy on tv and was absolutely terrified by him like i thought he was so scary and was like rock and roll is scary this is not for me im NEVER listening to it. and i avoided it like the plague. then i watched big hero 6 with a friend and heard immortals and was like WOAH that song RULES so i listened to it over and over and was like i love this! lemme hear the album so i listened to it on shuffle and was like i love this! lemme hear the bands discography. at some point i realised this was rock music and i broke my rule. anyway then i listened to srar on shuffle and was like i love this! and then i listened to folie on shuffle. disloyal order played first and i was like huh? i thought i shuffled it, why is the first song playing first? so i went to shuffle it.

and then i heard the organ.

and then i heard patricks voice.

after that i listened to the album in order. i now listen to albums exclusively in order. that song taught me what contemporary music could be.

i was hooked and obsessed and looked up fall out boy on tumblr and i think that was my first real fandom on here if it wasnt wtnv. my original tumblr url was the-1-with-the-glasses or something like that. eventually i had deadnarrival and soulpunkboxes and mrsashleyfrangipani and diykordie and probably others.

then i had an art assignment to draw peoples facial features and i looked up pete wentz and i found the picture that made me avoid alternative music like the plague and it was him. i think it was like tmz talking about him or something. i literally would have been a fall out boy fan for much longer if it werent for pete wentz. hilarious.

[daigyu01]

↳ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊

disclaimer: i made this book a long time ago on wattpad and this is just me bringing it onto tumblr. This is my own work!! I also tweaked this up a bit, the original version was so freaking cringey- I tried my best to not make it have so much Wattpad vibes haha 😭☝️

synopsis: in which a girl and boy meet with the help of banana milk, making their new friendship turn into something more.

genre: fluff, comedy, friends/enemies to lovers (protagonist hates gyu at first)

pairings: beomgyu x fem!reader

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chapter one.

Don't you ever wish you could just stuff a sock up someone's throat?

The one time you are in the library to ACTUALLY study is the one time those stupid group of seniors also came to "study." You rolled your eyes and went back to your math textbook.

You bet they felt the glares you threw towards them, due to the fact that they purposely moved from their previous table to sitting literally right next to you.

And just as fast as they sat down, you closed your book and walked right out. You would've stayed just for the fun of seeing fumes come out of their ears, but you were in need for a break. You had been in that library for about 2 hours, although majority of that time was wasted on watching youtube instead of studying.

As you walked out, you checked the time and was greeted with pure sun punching you in the face. You automatically put your hand up and slightly squinted.  

For God's sake, it's not even summer.

sighing, you continued to walk to the nearest convenience store. Sweat inched down your face as you thought about how badly you needed banana milk.

The familiar ring went off when you opened the small door into the store. The sweet smell of coconut rushing to your nose when you breathed in. Without hesitation you walked straight to the fridge where the milk is kept, scanning the area and smiled when finding out that there was only a single tube of banana milk, with your name written all over it. You reached out towards it, before rudely having it taken by some idiot beside you.

"Hey! Excuse you, that's mine." You looked up at the guy and pointed at the banana milk, which was in his hands. His brown eyes gazed down at you. He was wearing a white headband that suited his soft-looking raven hair, It reminded you of your grandma's brownies for some reason. Brownie boy looked down at it and chuckled.

"Well, it happens to be in my hand, making it mine." He smirks as he shakes his palm that holds the milk. You scoff and crossed your arms.

"If I handed you my tampon would you call it yours?" You raised your eyebrows, copying his smirk.

"How are your tampons even related to this? Are you on your monthly or something?"

"I- What? That's not the point! Give me back my banana milk you thief." You demanded and stuck out your hand for him to hand it over. He glanced at your hand as he licked his lips. "I grabbed it first." He wiggled the milk in front of you.

"Well I saw it first. Now give it." You gestured to the milk. But instead of giving back the milk, he suddenly squinted his eyes as his gaze went behind you. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sudden movement.

"Woah, is that Jennifer Lawrence?" Brownie boy pointed. For some stupid reason you believed the guy and turned your head as soon as he said that, only to see an old lady sniffing a box of cheerios. When you looked back at Brownie to punch him, his presence was no longer there. 

"Hey! Get back here!" You ran to the front and saw Brownie in line to pay. Right as you were about to grab his shirt and give him what he deserved, he had already payed and flew out the store.

You clenched your fist and swiftly got out of the store while knocking a few people to the side like bowling pins. You ran out of energy trying to catch up to this guy. "Yo Brownie!" You shouted while panting, resting your hands on your knees. He stopped running and turned around from where he stood and subtly laughed, crinkling his eyes . "You owe me a banana milk!"

"Deal!" He yelled back, "You owe me a strawberry milk then!" You raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"Ha! Why do I?" 

"Because you made me late for my movie marathon!" 

"What do you want." Yeonjun rolled his eyes, sarcastically turning the page of a magazine he was reading. His younger cousin strolled into the store and examined the counter before glancing up at him. 

"I stubbed my toe." You said, plopping herself on the chair in front of him. He scoffed as he closed his magazine. "On what?" 

"life."

"Didn't you get a paper cut yesterday?" He queried and you nodded. "Yeah, from the Lexicon of pain and confusion."

"Your teacher would not be impressed with you calling your math textbook that." Yeonjun replied back. You shrugged your shoulders in reponse before grabbing the textbook from your bag and opening it back up from the page you were on before. You grumbled when you read the first sentence, already not understanding what was happening.

I can't concentrate like this. I need my banana milk. she thought.

You turned your head around to see if there was any banana milk in the fridge in the distant aisle. "You still have no banana milk?"

"Nope. The shipment was delayed, it won't arrive until Monday."

"Monday? How can I concentrate on studying then?" You widened your eyes.

"Life's unfair, grow up idiot." He lightly slapped your arm. You huffed before resting your head on your palm. 

"I would have had banana milk if it wasn't for that dumb brownie. He stole my banana milk." You complained, recalling the horrible incident. He stifled a laugh at the name 'brownie.'

"What you want me to do about it, find the kid and ask him to give it back to my cousin who acts like a toddler?"

"Shut it." You warned him and pointed her index finger in his face.

He gazed down at your hand and chuckled. "You know, there is another store across the street."

"Already checked. They had nothing." You shook your head. Yeonjun bent down and lifted a box up, placing it on the counter.

"Well then, guess you will have to live on melon milk until Monday." He said, grabbing a tube and tossing it to you.

You faked a smile and poked a hole through the thin cap. Surprisingly, this was your first time trying melon milk, and it was definitely the last. You grimaced at the unwelcoming taste as the toxic liquid entered your mouth.

"This is absolutely disgusting." You pushed the tube away. "More for me then." Yeonjun grinned and he took a sip. You glared at him before sighing.

"Anyway, you should get going." You tilted your head in confusion. "But I just got here."

"I don't want you to ruin our family's reputation with your dim-witted self." He sat up and started to usher you out.

"Says the one who works in a convenience store!"

He grabbed your book and bag and shoved it into your grasp all while pushing you out the store.

"What- wait! I still need to get some strawberry milk!"

"Too bad so sad." He hummed as he began to walk back into the building.

"This is not how you treat your customers!" You scolded him, he turned back around with a grin on his face.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but as you see here," Yeonjun pointed to a sign with the title 'Opening Hours,' "The store is now closed." 

You walked towards the entrance where he was before only to be met with a glass door smacking into you. You hissed at the pain and placed your hand on your forehead. Hah, he thinks he can get away with this? Just wait until I tell his mother.

You regained your posture and took a deep breathe before kicking the door. "I'll be back you bastard!" 

You climbed down the little flight of stairs and decided to just head back home. It's late anyways, and you still needed to study for that unnecessary exam. The part of the day you dreaded the most. 

Once you arrived at the bus stop, you planted yourself down onto the bench. You stared at the scenery in front of you, seeing the sun starting to set. For some random reason, this day went by a lot slowly than they usually do. 

Oh yeah, that's why. A certain boy stole your valuable possession. God, who in their right mind would steal banana milk from someone? No, not just anyone. But from you. You crossed your arms and legs and laughed at the thought.

And as if just on queue, the one brownie boy you had been waiting to see all day decided to just pop up right in front of you. He crouched down, tilting his head with a boyish grin on his face.

"Annyeong!" He cheered as he waved. 

And that was the last thing he said before getting a large bruise on his jaw.

How in the world does this guy still look hot with a large bruise on his jaw?

"For your size, you definitely know how to punch someone." Brownie beamed a large boyish grin as if he hadn't just been punched. He was sitting on the ground, rubbing his jaw as you scoffed.

"Where is my banana milk huh?" You ignored him and asked him while slightly raising her eyebrows. He stood up back to his original position and showed you his index finger, indicating for you to wait. Brownie grabbed his backpack from his back, and opened the zipper to reveal the drink you had been waiting for all day.

He pulled the banana milk out and without hesitation you reached over for it. He quickly pulled it away and stepped back.

"Hey Brownie, give it!" You tried to grab it.

"I will, once you give me my strawberry milk first." He smirked. He knew that you didn't have his strawberry milk. You for sure blamed Yeonjun for this. He has a large hissy fit coming his way. 

You had no clue what to tell this guy. So, you lied. Was it a convincing lie? No, but it was worth the shot. He seems like the stupid type anyways. 

"I don't have it. It was uh," He leaned in closer to you. "out of stock." You scratched your head and shrugged. 

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes and smiled. You rolled your eyes and nodded. He licked his lips before chuckling. "You sure it wasn't because you were thrown out the store?"

Alright your lie sucked. Sue yourself. He had more brain power than you thought. 

"Wait- you saw that?"

"Sure did." 

"That's stalking."

"I happened to be in the area."

"I can report you to the police, you know that right?" 

"How will you get your banana milk then?" He queried. Dang it, brownie's got a point.

You gaped at him before huffing in defeat.

"You smile too much, especially for someone who just got punched." You glanced over at him. 

"Is that a compliment or an insult?" He furrowed his eyebrows playfully. You glared at him before you saw the headlights of the bus coming your way.

"Insult. You don't deserve a compliment after what you did to me." 

The bus pulled up to the curb you guys were standing by and opened the doors. You quickly entered the almost-empty vehicle that seemed rather lonely, just the way you liked it.

"Well, you don't smile enough." He said, entering the bus from behind you.

"That's because you took my milk." You said in a matter-of-fact tone, sitting down with the boy sitting right beside you.

"Is that all it takes to make you happy?" He turned his body slightly over.

"Yup."

He nodded and made sure to take note of that. "Anyways, I'm Beomgyu." He stook out his hand. You looked down at it and back at him. 

There was silence, the only sound being heard was the bus engine and the calming music from the radio.

"This is usually where you say your name."

You eyed him. "Why would I give you my name?"

He shifted to the side. "I already know your name. I was just asking out of curtesy and so you don't think I'm a creep for knowing."

"Too late. You have been in my list of creeps since the moment you said you saw me get 'thrown' out of the store." 

Beomgyu rolled his eyes with a grin. "Just tell me who you are."

"I'm your worst nightmare."

"So you're Barney?" He gasped. You looked at him with an unreadable expression, trying to understand what the boy had just said before face palming with the thought of a 16 year old being afraid of Barney.

"Barney is your worst nightmare? That's insanely pathetic."

"Hey, no judging. He has creepy looking eyes and his mouth is huge, he could tear a kid's head off." Brownie imitated Barney by opening his mouth wide. You were so glad there was no one else on the bus that had to witness this torture.

"You're such a kid." You slouched down and looked out the window.

"Says the one who's only satisfied when they have banana milk." He patted your head and you swatted his hand away.

The bus stopped and you both slightly jolted. "First Cheonggyecheon." The bus driver announced. You sighed in relief and quickly got up, sliding between Beomgyu and the chair in front of him.

"This is your stop?" He asked as he stood up. You turned around and gave him a thumbs up.

"Hold on." He dug through his backpack and took out the banana milk.

"Here."

Your eyes widened when they landed on the object in his palm. You felt like he was playing with you at first, so you slowly lifted your arm up and snatched it. 

"I-uh, thanks." You softly smiled. 

He smiled at you in return. "You should smile more often, you look really pretty when you do."

If it wasn't for that cute smile you would have definitely given him another punch to the face.

Why is he so freaking perfect?

You let out a laugh and took a last glance at the guy before turning around and heading out of the bus. The bus doors closed once you exited, and you took a deep breathe. Right as you were about to leave, there was a tap on the window from the vehicle. You took a few steps back to see who was tapping and saw Beomgyu. 

He waved at you, with a huge childish grin. As the bus began to move, he continued to wave at you while walking to the back of the bus window. You silently watched him with a small smile evident on your face before the bus was out of sight.

Huh, what a weird kid.

[vitaminwaterreviews]

3776 - Saijiki

Let me tell you the story of how I came across this album.

When I was a kid, my dad had me go to a writing workshop at the library every week. It was there that I learned how much I enjoyed writing. I wrote all sorts of things: stories, scenes, characters, and poetry. I wrote some of my first haiku at that workshop.

In 2020, the world fell apart for a bit, and my life did too. 

In 2021, I was hospitalized for suicidal ideation. In the psych ward, the patients were each given a paper crane. We were also taught how to make them. So, I learned how to fold paper cranes. In keeping with the theme, I figured I’d write some haiku about the psych ward.

A few months after I got out of the psych ward, I spent some time watching anime with a friend of mine. One of the movies that we watched was called The Garden of Words. The characters in the film read tanka. I had never heard of tanka. So I looked into them, and tanka quickly became my favorite form of poetry. In particular, tanka gave me a newfound appreciation for haiku, which I had lost interest in years before.

Another anime movie that we watched during that time was Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop. This is a movie about haiku. And between these two movies, I suddenly became extremely interested in classical Japanese poetry.

At some point around that time, I became interested in kpop music. This led me to Le Sserafim, which led me to Miyawaki Sakura, which led me to IZ*One, which led me to AKB48.

At some point, Netflix restricted how accounts could be shared. This meant that I could no longer watch Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop.

Last winter, I totalled my car. Because I couldn’t go anywhere to do anything anymore, I began reviewing albums on a tumblr page.

This weekend, I’m cat sitting at my mother’s house. My mother has access to Netflix. So, I opened Netflix to see what I could watch that I didn’t normally have access to. I ended up watching Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop, which I hadn’t seen in years.

The main character, Cherry, mentioned something called a “Saijiki.” So, as someone very interested in classical Japanese poetry, I looked up “Saijiki.” This brought me to the Wikipedia page for Saijiki. At the top of the page, it said “For music album, see Saijiki (3776 album)”. So I hovered over the link to the album, and it mentioned that it was by a Japanese idol unit. As someone now interested in idol culture, I clicked the link. I found out that 3776 was inspired by AKB48. And, since I had a reason to listen to and review albums, I listened to and reviewed the album.

8.7

- January

Kpop has nothing on this

Haha okay, here’s the beat

Sorry I didn’t type at all for like the first third of that, too busy listening

This is So good

Me singing ode to joy along with them

9/10, only because I expect I’ll need to leave room to go higher

February

Woah okay, now we’re all loud and stuff

Actually, for some reason I’m reminded of In Love With A Ghost

I think it’s the synths being used

This album treats vocals like they’re a joke haha

8/10

March

This feels like a continuation of February

I wonder if they blend together like that?

I’m listening to them in a playlist so I can’t tell

I love the guitar in this section. It definitely feels more like spring

Also, birds? I think I hear birds

The guitar scratches sound like birds too

9/10

April

Electric guitar

Sakura sakura

The drums, the synth, mmm

9/10

May

I love the flute oh my god

Lol wtf is this bass doing

Oh hey the flute is back

I think this is a different flute

9/10

June

The guitars and the bass are So nice

The vocals … I think I enjoy less

The whistling is so good though

Haha and here’s the electric guitar

7/10, I’m starting to become disillusioned, give me something Good

July

This does actually feel kind of like July to me

And now we’re all Hype

And here’s the electric guitar, except it’s different again

I do like this one a lot actually

9/10

August

(I’m reading comments on the video instead of typing)

Oh no, I’m starting to get worried by the piano, it’s all gonna get Sad now bc summer is Over

9/10

September

Yep, this sure does feel like september

Actually I’m getting more November out of it almost

I guess the drums aren’t very November

Does this feel like back to school though? I can’t tell

8/10

October

This does not totally feel like October to me

I guess I could see how it is though

8/10

November

Lol wait what is this, dance pop?

I should also mention that the vocals in this remind me so much of that one Vi Hart video with the musical line doodle things, I forget what it’s titled

Yeahhh the bass drum though

9/10, the pew pews are so funny

December

December ain't never this hype, no way

Maybe in Japan December is this hype

Well now she’s singing about christmas and there are also jingle bells so I mean

(This got me dancing)

10/10

[spacepup2-0]

Chapter Two | New Body (1/2)

summary: Looks like the scale that Dakota bought was more than it seemed.

ao3 Link! to this chapter!

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Note- Had to cut this one into two parts because Tumblr wouldn't let me post the full thing.

The walk back home was peaceful as usual, spotting a few birds and squirrels going on with their day. To fill the quiet air, he started to hum a song to keep himself company while walking, his basket gently swaying. Stepping up onto the porch he stomps his foot to get the dirt off his boots before walking inside and slipping off his boots at the front door.

“I’m back!” Dakota shouted, walking to the kitchen to put down the basket of goods. While Dakota had never been the best at cooking, he was slowly learning by helping his mother in the kitchen. “Good, I've already cut up and marinated the rabbit.” she stated, while boiling the wine and waiting for the alcohol to evaporate. Dakota opened a cabinet and took out a pot to cook the vegetables in.

“I add the rabbit, wine, and vegetable broth now, right?” Dakota asked while holding the rabbit, ready to add it into the pot.

“Exactly,” Amelia said with a soft smile “Someday you may be as good as me!” she chuckled while watching Dakota add in the ingredients.

Dakota chuckled, “I wish! Your cooking will always be better than mines!” He said, placing the top on the pot.

“Now we’ll let it cook until it’s nice and tender.” Amelia explained, washing her hands in the sink and wiping it dry. Dakota hummed while he looked out at their field, it had gotten much smaller as his mother got older since his mother no longer had the energy as she used to take care of a bigger field and Dakota had a lot of chores since he had to go back and forth between the town and his home. He turned to look at his mother who was now sitting in her rocking chair while reading the newspaper.

“What do you think about Silfast taking over soon?” Dakota inquired, taking a seat on the camel bridge couch next to her rocking chair.

“I think it’s dumb,” Amelia complained “We don’t have a single thing here for them to take.” Dakota started to regret asking as he had now sent his mother into a giant rant about why Silfast taking over Sunpass was dumb. If he was honest, he didn’t pay attention to most of what she was saying. Only nodding an humming to giver her the illusion that he was listening to her, it was better than speaking and making the whole tirade worse than it already was, but soon enough it was over.

“Dumb kings...” Amelia grumbled as she got up to check on the rabbit stew. Practically throwing the newspaper on her chair. ” Alright…Silfast is not a good topic to bring up.” Dakota mentally noted, picking up the newspaper to see what else was going on.

Dakota quietly read some of the newspaper out loud to himself. “Let’s see…traveling merchants. Upcoming festivals...” nothing that caught his eye, so he put the newspaper back down then he remembered about the scale he had bought. So, with a quick pep in his step, he walked into the dining room to grab the scale out the backset and examine it some more. If you rubbed the scale one way, then it was smooth but if you rubbed it another way then it was rough. He held the scale up to the light to see how it reflected the light, creating a small rainbow. “Woah...” Dakota whisper under his breath. He wasn’t an expert on dragon scales by any means so he couldn’t figure out if it was real or just a really well make fake scale, but he thought it was a good catch either way.

[icyfox17]

Wait Woah I didn't see these notifs OHMYGOD THE TUMBLR NOTES GLITCH IS REAL??? OGUHIHIHIHI (apparently tumblr hasn't been showing notifs all the time wtfff bitchhh)

Wdym there's nothing to look at. WDYM THERE'S NOTHING TO LOOK AT GIRL?$?_!&!!$(3?&_ I HAVE SENT U SO MANY PRETTY RAINY DAY PHOTOS WTF??$?_?_? ONE OF MY FAV THINGS TO DO IS WATCH RAIN I CANT BELIEVE YOUVE DONE THIS TO ME, WE CAN NO LONGER BE FRIENDS YOU HAVE SLANDERED RAIN TOO MUCH /j /bit

ONCE???? ONCEM?$??_&??__??$?$ wtf... wherever u live is not real wtf... how u gonna get snow and rain but NO HAIL?? HUH?? yeah no hail is the worst thing ever that shit HURTS wtf man

Rain or snow or wind or hail

omg I’ll rank .

1. Wind. I think this is a requirement for all ice skaters bro. Like the feeling of the cold air against you when you’re going fast…..holy shit. Sometimes I just stop practicing spins to take a brief intermission in which I just skate a lap for the thrill. Wind is super cool imo

2. Hail. It just sounds cool. It also might like. Kill you. What if you get that shit in your eye huh. What would you do.

3. Snow. I actually don’t like snow that much bc I cannot handle the cold LMAOOO you might think that figure skating means I love the cold but nope. Figure skating makes me sweat half of the time so. Yeah. I shake a lot. When I’m incredibly anxious, my hands start shaking. When I am incredibly cold, I just start spontaneously shaking. It’s great I feel like a cartoon character. BUT watching snow from inside my home is nice so

4. Rain LMAOOO im sorry foxie but rain is only pleasant when I’m inside. AND OCCASIONALLY light drizzles but that only works when I’m already in a good mood okay. I’m so sorry.

[ranaissingle]

Coffee or Tea pt.1

Part 2

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Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. The reader notices Austin and chaos ensues Rating: M (nothing in this chapter but other things will come later)

Pairings: Austin Butler x fem!reader Word Count: 519

Warnings: age-gap (VERY CONSENSUAL THO) Authors Note: She is 21 so there WILL BE an age gap between her and Austin and that will be addressed throughout the story multiple times. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to click away. Also for the sake of this story, we are going to pretend that Elvis is available to watch online without pirating it haha. This fic will be multiple parts but I wouldn't call it a slow burn either. This is the first fanfic that I am posting so be nice to me plssssss.                                          

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 College was never enjoyable save for the afternoons that y/n spent in the embrace of a comfy chair and a mug of tea while she tackled her latest homework from her Organic Chemistry class. She always seemed to spend hours at the coffee shop pouring over anatomical diagrams and periodic tables. She occupied the same table so often that the staff became accustomed to her drink order and preference for pastries.

      So here y/n sat, at the same chair, with the same drink, and the same textbooks, studying just like she always did. And like clockwork, another person came to that same coffee shop just as often as y/n and he always noticed her in the corner of the store with a crinkle in her brow and a chewed-up pen in her mouth. Austin Butler was by all means a shy guy, so much so that even though he saw her every. single. time. he came in, he had not yet said a single word to her. Even though he desperately wanted to.

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      It was June. And it was hot. So hot in fact, that y/n simply could not take it any longer and decided to take haven inside Crazy Love Café. Despite the weather outside, y/n smiled at the familiar barista as she went up to the front desk.

" Hey y/n! The usual?"

" Yes please!" Her reply came swiftly as she denoted it with another small smile. She paid and sat at her usual spot with a book she planned to read as well as her computer.

" ORDER FOR Y/N. A MOROCCAN MINT TEA WITH SUGAR"

     She couldn't help the smile that graced her face as took a sip of her drink and settled down in the comfy chair to start watching her movie on her computer. The Elvis movie had come out last month and being an avid listener to said singer meant that y/n was required to view this film. So, y/n propped up her computer, opened the streaming website, and put the movie to play, unbeknownst to her, the very actor in the movie had also stumbled into the same coffee to avoid the scorching heat.

     He ordered his coffee and unknowingly sat quite close to the girl viewing his movie.

“ ORDER FOR AUSTIN. BLACK COFFEE!’

    Austin relaxed back into his chair with his coffee and phone resolving to scroll through social media to pass the time. Austin eyed the décor of the shop. It was a quant café with renaissance paintings framed in gold hanging from every wall. Plants scattered the floor as well as the walls and the windows seemed to reflect the sunlight into rainbows onto the wood floor. He followed the reflection of one such rainbow to the face of a girl.

woah

      The first thought that came to Austin’s mind was soft. She looked so very soft. His eyes strayed to her computer only to find her watching, his movie? She was watching.. his movie? Austin immediately faced forward before he was caught zoning out on a girl that was watching his movie.

~ To be Continued~

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Part 2 here!

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Thank you for reading!!! The next part will be coming soon!!!

Edit: I am new to posting fanfiction on Tumblr, so if there are other authors out there who have tips or tricks for me, that would be absolutely amazing and I would literally worship the ground you walk on, haha.