#<- The show not the character.. he is not here sorry

[abyssyby]

Hi love, I absolutely ADORE your fics.😭💜 Can't stop thinking about how Lucian is the one who swings to Kieros' bassinet in the "woodamyeon deeds" incident (please I am gonna bite their cheekies😭💜) and when Sylus sees this through Mephie he gets a small lil shock, and then Cian (as mentioned in your works, he LOVES heights) proceeds to start hanging and dangling from wherever, whenever he gets a chance. Can't get the image out of my head of them being in a playground/ amusement park where Lucian is the most excited one when it comes to heightened rides or speedy rides (I imagine him calling them zoomies) and Kyros is like "ya, if Cian wants, me goes too" and the rest of the family is in SHOCK how much they enjoy the tallys (tall-eys, the high rides) and the zoomies (the speedy rides), but most of all shocked is Sylus cause yet again, his sons inheriting his draconic traits never fail to amaze him.

So sorry for my yap, I love this family so much.

i love your yap!!! thank u for coming to yap!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦)

eeeek the thought of them at an amusement park is so precious to me. ure right they would LOVE the tall & fast rides!! especially Lucian.

Sylus wouldn't mind getting dragged everywhere—knowing him, he'd have rented the entire place out to skip lines altogether, were it not for Kyros stopping him and asking "but what 'bout da other kiddies?" and so Sylus just opts for the VVVVIP package.

You'd ride the rides until you're all sick. Lucian hopping and bouncing around like he'd just gotten there (you've been here for 3 hours), Kyros starting to show fatigue on papa's shoulders, Luke is on his 9th snowcone and Kieran is somewhere puking.

"mama, last one. last one." lucian begs, tugging on your hand. needing a rest from all the walking, you sit with your head on sylus's shoulder on a bench by an ice cream stand (where kyros had dragged luke to buy him a very obscure blob-shaped popsicle that is meant to be a character). "baby, aren't you tired yet?" considering you'd woken them earlier than usual, and they probably have jetlag, lucian proved to be very resilient. "no yet." he says, tapping his foot impatiently. he glances behind him, at the tall winding ride aptly named "the serpent" and points again. "please? one more?" "mama, i tired." kyros whines, dragging his feet towards you. luke, shoving his wallet back in his pocket, in tow. his popsicle was already melting all over his fingers, despite the shade of his comically large bucket hat. you pick him up on your lap and wipe his cheeks. lucian slumps desperately on sylus's lap. "puh-lee-hees!" you glance at sylus, who shrugs. his smirk tells you he's rather enjoying your internal war to give your children everything they please and at the same time not spoil them rotten. when in fact he also always shares the same battle. but this time, they ask for mama's not papa's permission. lucian tugs on his brother's foot. "kee-ro, wanna to fly, right?" sylus's ears perk at the word. kyros yawns, snuggling up to you. you suppress a disappointed sigh at how his popsicle melts on your clothes. "where?" "he's tired, cian." sylus speaks up, brushing back lucian's windswept hair. his cheeks have turned an angry red in the heat, given that he refused so vehemently to wear a sunhat like kyros. "the soo-pen!" lucian squeaks, pushing sylus's invasive hand away and pointing to the ride once more. kyros blinks. licks his popsicle. nods. "okay." "yes!" lucian cheers, tinily. "come on." "but... want papa t'come." kyros licks his popsicle again. "okay!" lucian nods, already tugging sylus's hand. "come on, come on, come on!" "what about mama?" sylus asks, untethering his arm from around your shoulders reluctantly. the sudden change of preferred authority taking him by surprise. "mama tired!" lucian says, matter-of-factly, as if sylus hasn't been there for the entirety of this conversation. your husband gives you an incredulous look, and you shrug in triumphant return. "what if i'm tired too?" he asks his boys. the other one's sticky fingers grab his opposite hand and tug with his brother. kyros coos. "papa—papa, i love you. love you, papa." lucian nods, knowing exactly the power that statement holds. "i love you! love you, love you, papa!" you're in stitches, stomach bursting at the seams as your body shakes in laughter. almost screaming in delight. luke joins you. sylus whines, sounding faintly just like lucian when he does. "that's not fair." "oh, sylus, go on." you wheeze, pushing him along to help your little ones. then, offer him an already broken promise, "last one." and despite his protests, nothing can replicate the utter joy he feels surging through his veins at the vision of his sons, wanting to fly just like him.

lucian has sunburns on his cheeks >< kyros's hat is big enough for the both of them bc fortunately lucian holds kyros's hand when they walk and he gets some shade too.

THANK YO UFOR THE YAP I LOVE THIS IDEA SMMM! HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!

[yuujispunches]

More than comfortable ~ M.F.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Summary: A quiet night in might soften Megumi just enough for him to be clingy, only if it’s with you.

CW (content warning): literally nothing, this is just tooth rotting fluff.

AN: Hi guys! I’m finally back after so long hahahah I’m sorry for neglecting you for so long but I had a writers block and thought I’d take some time off while I was starting my summer vacations. I still have a few trips planned but I’ll try to get through my requests and post a few works here hahahah. English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

The faint hum of the television filled the room in a quiet murmur, casting soft colors against the darkened walls as the latest episode of some long-forgotten show played in the background. The blinds were half-closed, the sky outside painted in hues of late afternoon, tipping lazily toward evening. Everything about this moment was the definition of comfortable, the way the air settled warm against your skin, the weight of the blankets across your legs, and most of all, the solid, very much present warmth of Megumi Fushiguro curled up behind you in bed.

You hadn’t intended to get this cozy. It had started with just watching something together, a small shared indulgence between missions and mayhem. But then Megumi had pulled you into bed, under the guise of “getting more comfortable,” he’d claimed, and you hadn’t really fought it. Who were you to resist the rare occasion when Megumi asked for affection rather than quietly hoping for it?

He lay behind you now, arms draped lazily around your waist, chin nudged softly into the crook of your shoulder. You could feel the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against your neck, each exhale warm and ticklish. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was insistent, the kind of hold that told you without words: I’m not letting go any time soon.

You smirked to yourself, glancing at the screen but not really watching it. It wasn’t the show that held your attention. It was the way Megumi had slowly but surely been shifting closer over the last thirty minutes. First, it was a hand on your waist. Then that hand had slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers cool and possessive against your bare skin. Then he’d pulled you closer, inch by inch, until your back was flush with his chest.

You hadn’t said anything. Not yet. But you were very aware.

Especially now, as one of his hands slipped up to brush gently over your ribs, fingers spreading out as if to mold you closer against him.

You bit back a grin. He was trying to be subtle, and failing miserably.

“You good back there?” You asked, voice casual but teasing as you wiggled slightly.

Megumi made a low sound in his throat. “Mhm.”

“You sure?” You pressed. “You’ve been inching closer for the last thirty minutes. I thought maybe you were cold.”

“Not cold.” He muttered, the tip of his nose brushing just under your jaw. “Just... comfortable.”

You turned your head a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. “Comfortable, huh?”

His only response was to tighten his hold just a fraction. If you didn’t know him better, you might’ve missed the slight rise in color along his cheekbones. But you did know him. You knew every shift in his voice, every flicker in his expression. And this? This was Megumi being quietly, hopelessly clingy.

You grinned.

“Megumi Fushiguro.” You sing-songed, dragging your fingers lightly down the arm wrapped around your waist. “Are you being needy?”

His body stiffened for half a second, then relaxed. He didn’t answer.

So you turned in his arms, facing him now, your legs brushing against his under the blanket. He didn’t pull away. In fact, he pulled you closer without hesitation, thigh sliding between yours and arms wrapping around your back instead. His eyes met yours for a second, and you could see the quiet plea there, even if his mouth stayed silent.

“You are being needy.” You said, softer this time. You reached up and lightly traced your fingers over the line of his collarbone, letting them trail lazily across his chest.

He exhaled slowly, barely a sound, but his eyelids fluttered a little, and you swore you felt him melt just the tiniest bit.

Your fingers continued, dancing along the planes of his chest through the thin cotton of his shirt, sketching invisible shapes, patterns, swirls.

A quiet hum escaped him.

He tucked his head a little closer to yours, one hand curling gently into your side. “That feels nice.”

“Mhm.” You smiled. “You like that?”

“Yeah.” He practically purred.

You kept going, watching the way his expression softened more with every pass of your fingers. His eyes were half-lidded now, completely focused on your touch. When you stopped for just a second to shift your arm, he reacted instantly, nudging forward, cheek pressing to your shoulder, breath warm against your collarbone.

You laughed quietly. “You could just ask, you know.”

He didn’t lift his head. “Asking’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, baby.” You leaned down slightly, lips brushing his temple. “You’ve literally dragged me into bed, clung to me like a koala, and made sad noises when I stopped petting you. I think we’re past embarrassing.”

“I didn’t make sad noises.”

“You absolutely did.”

He groaned low in his throat, burying his face more fully against your skin. “I hate you.”

You chuckled, curling your hand back over his chest again, resuming the slow patterns. “Liar.”

“Mhm.” He didn’t argue further. If anything, he pulled you closer, as if he could fuse you together if he tried hard enough.

You stayed like that for a while, cuddled together in the tangle of sheets, the soft flicker of the television casting shadows over the both of you. Megumi was peaceful, you realized. There was always a part of him that carried tension, like he was constantly preparing for the next disaster. But here, in this moment, with you in his arms and your touch gentle against his skin, he let go.

It was rare. Precious and deeply, deeply adorable.

He made a little noise again when your fingers paused.

You raised a brow. “That again?”

“Keep going.” He mumbled, barely audible.

You teased. “Please keep going.”

He lifted his head just enough to give you a look, pink-eared, grumpy-sweet. “Don’t push it.”

You just laughed, kissing the tip of his nose before continuing your gentle ministrations.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours, you weren’t keeping track. The warmth of the blankets, the hush of the room, and the constant contact had lulled both of you into a slow, syrupy calm.

You stretched a little at one point, shifting to get a drink of water from the bedside table, but the second you started moving, Megumi clung tighter.

“Where are you going?”

You blinked. “Just grabbing my water.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” He curled around you more securely, dragging you back against him. “Not done.”

You snorted. “Not done with what?”

“With this.”

You turned halfway in his arms again. “Fushiguro, are you saying you haven’t had enough hugs yet?”

He looked you dead in the eye, all earnest seriousness. “Yes. You’re not allowed to move yet.”

You nearly melted right then and there.

“Okay, okay.” You whispered, letting him pull you back down. “I’ll stay.”

His lips brushed the side of your neck. “Good.”

“You’re so clingy tonight.” You murmured, grinning as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“You don’t mind.” He muttered, almost smug.

“I don’t.” You agreed. “I really, really don’t.”

You spent the next little while trading soft kisses and whispers, hands gently tracing over each other's arms, shoulders, cheeks. Megumi held you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth and maybe you were. He sighed every time you kissed his temple or carded your fingers through his hair, like each touch grounded him in ways words never could.

“Y’know.” You whispered at one point, “You’re lucky I love you, because this level of clinginess would be criminal coming from anyone else.”

Megumi hummed. “I am lucky.”

Your heart stuttered a little at that.

“You never say things like that out loud.” You murmured, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

His voice was quiet, low and slightly hoarse. “I do when it’s just us.”

That made something warm and soft bloom in your chest, so full and deep that you leaned in to kiss him slow and sweet. He kissed back, sleepy and sincere, one hand cupping your cheek like you were made of something fragile and precious.

You pulled back only a little, your lips barely brushing his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said easily, the words slipping out like they’d been waiting forever.

You smiled against his mouth and kissed him again, more lingering this time.

Eventually, you shifted just slightly to get more comfortable again, but Megumi made a small, scandalized noise and physically anchored you in place.

“You’re not allowed to move.” He grumbled. “You belong here now.”

You laughed, pressing your face into his chest as you gave up entirely.

“Fine.” You said, voice muffled. “I guess I belong to you now.”

“Always did.” He mumbled.

And that was how you spent the rest of the evening. Curled in bed, limbs tangled, the world reduced to the quiet hum of affection and the steady beat of each other's hearts. Whatever chaos waited outside this room, it didn’t matter. Not here. Not now.

Megumi Fushiguro had you in his arms, and he wasn’t letting go.

Tags: @hawkwithsocks @pickledsoda @savagecatsuga @suna-yoshihara @grignardsreagent @noooo-onee

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[thebreakfastgenie]

I'm sorry but a seventiesphile I cannot let this slide. That was not a gay man's mustache in the 1970s. Everyone had that mustache in the 1970s.

Here's Rob Reiner in All in the Family:

Here's Jimmy Buffett on the cover of his album A1A:

Here's Elliott Gould as Trapper John:

By the 1980s mustaches had started to go out of mainstream style and were becoming associated with gay men, but the "Castro clone" style worn by guys like Freddie Mercury in the 80s paired the mustache with a shorter haircut and kept all of it very neat and trim. BJ's style, though he adopts in the late 70s and keeps it into the 80s, is much closer to the 70s hippie-adjacent look. That makes sense, because his purpose was to flout army regulations, as many MASH doctors did in real life. Mike Farrell was also playing a character set in the 1950s and as an aware man would know the Castro clone look was a post-Stonewall trend. MASH is much more aesthetically influenced by the 70s than the 80s, probably in part as a downstream effect of Robert Altman deliberately making the original film visually resemble Vietnam more than Korea and certain episodes of the show carrying over that device of using the last war to comment on the current one. It's also not like mustaches went away overnight in the 1980s.

Here's Jon Small in 1983, the same year MASH ended:

If you headcanon BJ as gay more power to you but you can't say that's a gay man's mustache if you have any familiarity with the 1970s. It was a hairy decade. Although if you have a case for Meathead from All in the Family being gay I am seated.

In the 1970s-80s Mike Farrell was a very aware man who was outspoken about gay rights and also a Californian and so he knew that was a Gay Man's Mustache when he chose to grow it out for BJ. Because he knows BJ is gay

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

Saying that Mike can’t explore other relationship options bc he’s already with El is CRAZY. It’s not real life, it’s tv show made for drama and entertainment. In the VERY SAME SHOW Nancy left Steve because she had feelings for Jonathan. Imagine being like, “that narrative plot point can’t/shouldn’t happen bc Nancy had a boyfriend” like??? Okay, so??? Have you ever watched a single long-running TV show in your life???

Imagine if a show like Grey’s Anatomy or Twin Peaks operated under these restrictions. Basically, “sorry, guys, no cheating or scandals or relationship drama here, we are good children of the Lord and believe in monogamy and fidelity” like dude the ensuing relationship drama is 75% of the reason we’re watching in the first place. Writing would suck and be boring if everyone just stayed with one partner across an entire show. The point is to develop a relationship between characters BEFORE they actually get together, possibly while they are still seeing somebody else. Imagine The Office if Pam stayed with Roy just bc she was engaged to him like 😭😭 who literally cares bro. It’s a tv show. In a lot of television, a character may pair up with like five or six different partners throughout the course of the show. I promise El will survive without her bf who became her bf when they were like 12.

And if I said that the people making this argument KNOW that it’s dumb and they’re just using it as an excuse to defend themselves against the homophobe allegations…

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Beyond The Screen.

Heartslabyul Part.

[Heya folks! Finally finished it all a few minutes ago, gonna post them all and then go read Caters dream. Basically no editing since I'm tired lolol. Quick note, I have a terrible case of 'the first things I write are shorter than the last' so these are pretty short. Hope they read well haha. Have a great rest of your day, and remember to drink some water!]

One of the last things you would've expected after downloading a game like twisted wonderland, is for the characters to leave the dang game and show up irl! But things rarely go as you expect, and this is something it's nice to be wrong about.

It was a pretty regular day when it happened, just sitting down and playing twst. Only for an impromptu single pull on the banner, turning into SSR particles and a fancy coffin. Of course you're getting excited. But instead of showing your new card, you have the character fall right out of your screen onto the floor in front of you. Oh goodness gracious...

---------------Riddle Rosehearts---------------

Riddle falls rather inelegantly onto the ground at your feet, before standing up quickly and brushing himself off, looking embarrassed and a little flustered.

"Ah, player! Goodness, please forgive my entrance. I hadn't expected the spell to work so... Roughly. I should've caught myself with wind magic. Ahem, it's a pleasure to meet you, truly. I hope I didn't bother you..."

He just practically fell on his face in front of the player!! There might not be a rule about this, but there definitely should be! He makes sure he didn't break anything when he fell, then he seems rather awkward. This was not part of his plan, he'd hoped to make a perfect first impression, then make you tea. Not this!

This is the players home, they stay here... He's only seen it in the background of your screen. ...he's here. Oh goodness, he's in the players home! He'll have to start by getting them some fresh flowers as a gift, then... Well he'll make a in depth plan soon. For now, he just needs to hope the player will accept him. They will, won't they?

-A few months later-

He adjusts well to your home, and your schedule becomes much more organized. And he's trying to help out around the house to pay you back for your hospitality! He might not be very good with the cooking, but he'll try his best! And cleaning is a sinch for him, since he learned a few spells for it when he first started at NRC. He's even gotten lucky and got a job at a flower shop to pay you back for his expenses!

But any talks of him going back to his world are met with a curt dismissal, before quickly asking if you've noticed something new he's done around the house. He doesn't want you to mention him going home, and he doesn't want to think about it. He's here now, why would he ever want to go home and face his mother again? Why would he ever want to leave you?

"...hmph, my world is the least of my concerns right now. You would just go back to your unorganized life again, and I absolutely cannot leave knowing that. In any case, you haven't seemed to have noticed the tea I prepared for us. Shall we have some?"

Please don't tell him to go back, he doesn't want to leave you. You won't order him too, will you?

-------------------Trey Clover-------------------

Trey hadn't been planning on this today, but it's a welcome surprise for him nonetheless. Well... It is after he picks himself off the floor and reorientates himself. Geez, in front of the player and everything. He can only hope this wasn't a disappointing first impression.

"Oh gosh, hey player, sorry for the abrupt entrance haha... I had hoped our first meeting would've been a bit, um, well less like this. But hey, if you've got a kitchen or ingredients, I can maybe make you something?"

And make you something he did! Even if you didn't have the ingredients or the space to make it, he seemingly was able to get everything he needed easily. Like he has a sixth sense for the stuff. And believe me, the dessert he made was perfect! Although he didn't want to accept any compliments, he really did appreciate them.

Of course he strongly insists you brush your teeth afterwards, but hey. That's just Trey for you haha. he's worrying in the inside, wondering if the dessert he made was good enough for the player. But he has faith in his skills, so he can only hope it was enough. And maybe with some luck, they'll let him stay here.

-A few months later-

He quickly becomes a normal part of your life. He will try to earn extra money for you by selling his pastries, but he still saves the best ones for you. And you can't remember the last time you came home to a dirty house since he came here. Yet he still refuses to accept any dang compliments, saying it's the least he could do for you letting him stay there.

Something else he refuses however, is properly talking about him going back to his home. Always managing to redirect your attention somewhere else so you hopefully forget, or at least stop talking so seriously about it... He's always been good at that.

"Hm? Going home? Yeah. That sounds interesting I guess, but I don't have time to think about that right now. I actually have a quiche in the oven, do you want some when it's done? I already set the table, so you can just sit down haha."

He knows he's not the "most interesting" guy out there, but he hopes you won't just leave him behind. You can't...

-----------------Cater Diamond----------------

Cater takes a few moments to get his bearings from the floor, before jumping up and putting on a happy smile, giving you a peace sign. Of course he's panicking on the inside, but he isn't gonna show it if he can help it. Gotta make a perfect first impression with the player!

"Heya player, Cay-Cay here! Hope I didn't scare you too much haha. I've been waiting to meet you for awhile~ we should totally take a picture to commemorate this, hashtag dream come true!"

He pulls his phone out from his pocket, which luckily wasn't broken during his fall. Quickly posing and snapping a pic with you, that bright smile still stuck on his face as he looks the photo over, adding a few filters as he does.

He's very conscious of how he portrays himself to you right now, more than normal. You're the player after all, the player! He trusts you won't just hate him off the bat, but he has to make sure. Maybe he can figure out a way to convince you to let him stay here? I mean, he definitely doesn't wanna leave now that he's gotten his chance!

-a few months later-

Over the last few weeks, Cater has neatly inserted himself into your life. He's just... There, like he should be there. And who are you to turn him away? He's been paying rent with money he earned from running a pretty good social media account, and he's a fun presence around the place. Sometimes dragging you into new (cough cough) couple (cough cough) trends.

But it's all a distraction, something to keep you from remembering he doesn't really belong here. Maybe if he's able to fool himself alongside you, it'll finally be true? Just stop asking about him going home, please...

"Huh? Oh, yeah I mean it was nice back home, but I totes prefer the vibe here haha. Ah, do you really want me gone already? I'm just kidding~ oh hey, seeing you reminded me of a new trend! Wanna try it out?"

Cater has many masks, he'll wear whichever one he needs to keep you from leaving him behind. So just don't leave... Please.

------------------Deuce Spade-----------------

Deuce barely managed to catch himself roughly on the seat next to you, and your leg. He looks so lost and confused, but eventually realizes what he's doing and gets up quickly, a soft blush on his face. He just grabbed the player pretty roughly! Oh geez... There goes his first impressions...

"Gah! I'm really sorry player! Are you hurt? Oh no... I really wanted our first meeting to be perfect, I've thought about it for so long and... Ah, forget I said anything! Um... I'll try and make it better, okay? Can I help in any way?"

He looks so earnest and worried, it's honestly really sweet. But so is the relief on his face when you say you're alright, and he really didn't do anything wrong. But he still insists on making up for it in any way. He can't let his first impressions with the player be horrible.

To be perfectly honest, he's thought about how this meeting would go again and again. It's the sorta dream you put on a pedestal and admire sometimes when you feel bad, not the sort of one that you actually expect to come true. So now that he's finally got his chance, he's gonna prove his worth in every way he can! He just hopes they'll keep him around until he can...

-a few months later-

Deuce tries his hardest to pull his weight around the place, constantly volunteering and helping out when he sees you carrying stuff. And he's learning to cook! So far it's mostly egg recipes, and it's a great start! Just... get used to slightly burnt food for the time being. Plus somehow he also managed to get a part time job at a mechanic shop, buying himself a motorcycle after paying you back for the food and everything else.

Life has become so busy for Deuce, that he often forgets about going home entirely. Of course he really misses his mom, but he knows he'll regret it way more if he ever leaves you behind. He's not trying to dismiss you when you bring it up, he just really wishes you'd forget about it.

"When will I go home? I mean, I dunno... It was a pretty complex spell to get me here, and it'd be hard to replicate. But, does that mean you want me to leave? I swear I'll do my best to be more helpful from now on!"

He knows he may need to leave one day, but he's so scared of you being out of his life. He's already decided that he'll only leave if he can take you with him, and nothing will change that. So please wait for him!

-----------------Ace Trappola------------------

Ace... Well goodness. Not only did he catch himself, but he managed to pose with heart hands as well. This smug boy seemed to have known he was gonna fall, and prepared accordingly. And now he has a smirk on his face as he looks you straight in the eyes.

"Hey player~ looks like I've fallen for you~ pfft- haha just kidding. Kinda. It's good to see you face to face! And y'know, since I put in so much hard work to get here, do you think I'd be able to crash at your place for awhile? You wouldn't say no to me, would you?"

The sheer charming arrogance practically exuding from this scamp, it's endearing in an annoying way. Even when he takes your hand to help himself up with a wink, it's honestly a little infuriating. And believe me, Ace knows this.

But he also knows he can't risk a bad first impression with you either. The player has been there since the beginning, Ace was one of the first folks to meet you through that screen. He'll never say it out loud, but he's been planning how this meeting would go, for a long time. He knows he pulled it off pretty well, but he hopes it's good enough so you'll let him stay with you for a long time.

-a few months later-

Ace wormed his way deep into your life, not wanting to give you a chance to leave him behind. Just look at him! He's such a fun and great guy! He's even gotten a job at a movie theater to pay you back, so why don't you go watch a movie with him later? His treat~ he'll even help you with the chores around the house, and make you (pretty okay) food! Ain't he your favorite?

What's there not to love about him? He's trying so hard, stop asking about him going home. He just wants to stay here, you wouldn't kick him out so heartlessly, right? C'mon, stop asking about it. He's not gonna just leave now that he's finally here with you! Let's just forget about that, please?

"Huh? When am I going back? Ha, didn't think you wanted me gone so soon~ no way am I leaving you by your lonesome, who knows what sorta mess you'd get yourself into without me! Now c'mon, I got us tickets for that movie you were talking about! I'll even buy you snacks~"

Life falls into a regular (but nice) routine, anything to keep you from kicking him out. See player? He's definitely worth keeping around! You wouldn't just throw him out now, would you?

[timblriche]

Follow-up: feedback from a film student/cinematographer on the unique purpose of the Will/Mike van shot

I showed in my last post why this shot is unique and filmed differently from all the rest within that sequence. The purpose of all the other shots is to show the characters' reactions to what's going on outside the van (the destruction in Hawkins).

But this shot is different, it’s not meant to show you their reaction to whatever’s going on outside the van. So, if every shot has a storytelling purpose, what does this one serve? Why this separate focus on them? If they’re not reacting to the destruction of Hawkins, then what could be running through their heads? Are they still thinking about Hawkins, or about something more internal, or the events leading up to their arrival? What's the purpose of the rack focus from Will to Mike, and what is that transition conveying? And why are Will and Mike the only characters to get a shot inside the van like this?

Consider this… Why didn’t they choose to do this kind of shot with Mike and El after they just had such an emotional scene together?

I got a really cool and incredibly insightful anonymous ask that digs a little deeper on this and I wanted to share their perspective!:

hi! i am a film student and cinematographer and i also wanted to input my thoughts on that Mike & Will shot, because i think it gets misinterpreted a lot. i agree with you that it is different from the other shots but, here is where we differ: Mike isn’t looking at Will. they’re both looking directly ahead of themselves and seemingly very distraught, but the point of the shot isn’t about where they’re looking. it’s telling the audience that their reactions are not motivated by what they’re looking at (hence why there’s no eyeline match). often times, this is used to show an internal conflict, or ruminating emotions from a previous scene, not what is currently happening in front of them. Will is (still) upset because of Mike’s love confession. which makes sense: he sacrificed his own happiness and desires for someone else’s and he is experiencing heartbreak. but… why is Mike upset? they’re being mirrored here, they have similar expressions, but mike confessed to the love of his life? he said The Thing! so why is he acting just like Will? he didn’t sacrifice his own happiness and desires. in fact, he got everything he wanted… right?

this is a close up shot on Will and as it dollys away from him, it pulls closer to Mike to maintain the same up close and personal framing, despite him being in the backseat, farther from the camera’s initial position. this gives both Mike and Will’s feelings equal weight in the shot. it’s to break the fourth wall, to reveal their inner feelings. they’re staring through US, the audience. they’re baring their hearts to us i have a very similar sentiment i shared on another blog about the last scene between Mike and Will on the couch in Hopper’s cabin. a lot of people think it is Mike’s POV and down to show that he sees Will as light. but, that shot is 2-subject. the point of Mike being in the shadows and reaching out to Will who is cascaded with light is to contrast their internal states after concluding their arcs for the season. Mike is in the shadows because he is hiding something from himself. his conclusion was unfulfilling; something is wrong. but this something is an internal conflict. meanwhile, Will has finally reached clarity and acceptance. he no longer is hiding from himself. Mike reaching into the light is to show that he wants to uncover the truth and is ready to step out of the metaphorical shadow. sorry for yapping, i love talking about shot composition. also want to note that i am not a shipper and these are objective shot analyses that someone who has not seen ST or even knows the context would tell you. however, when factoring in the context of their s4 arcs, it is objectively pointing towards the resolution that Mike and Will end up together. but a lot of people view these kinds of shots solely in the context of each other, which is the shipping lens. it’s about themselves first and foremost and their coming of age. i view the natural plot that exists within ST as a queer coming of age of someone who is visibly queer and someone who is invisibly queer, not a queer love story. while the resolution may be the same, the focus is on the internal journey. and the cinematography reflects that :]

Beautifully said and I completely agree :) Whatever it is that Mike and Will are looking at is irrelevant--for the first time in this sequence, that's not the emphasis here. It's not a "reaction" shot of Hawkins anymore (that would be redundant, since we already get one of Mike looking at the library on fire later on); it instead points to the characters' internal conflict, thoughts, or emotions.

In my opinion, the fact that we only get this kind of "internal" shot for Mike and Will and not any of the other characters goes further to suggest that Mike and Will specifically are ruminating about something that the other characters are not, something outside of the context of the Hawkins destruction that everyone else is reacting to. And the rack focus from Will to Mike suggests to me that Mike's rumination is related to Will in some way. Just my interpretation!

Additional insights about cinematography and shot composition that are relevant to this scene:

but yeah, it’s about how the camera lingers on their faces and emotions, and how the shot is the only one from inside of the car. it makes it appear like they’re in their head and detached from what exists outside of the car. the “world” of the shot doesn’t contain the outside. so it is a bit tricky the world of a shot exists in its frame, which is what makes cinema so cool, because you can shape the story of a film by changing what is visible in that little rectangular box. it’s the same in photography and painting, so that concept is probably familiar to you. in this scene, the van exists within hawkins. the emphasis is on the damage. so the camera is outside of the van, looking inward to show the frame of the “world” being shown. when it’s the opposite, the world becomes the van. what they see outside only exists in the frame of the car window, which detaches them from what is happening outside (also for continuity purposes, either both the CU and POV are done from within the van or outside of it). all of the POV shots so far in that scene were done from outside, so when it switches, they are trying to isolate the characters from the surroundings. kind of like when someone in an action shot gets tinnitus and all of a sudden everything is muffled and their ears start ringing and all of a sudden the action feels very far even though they’re still right in the middle of it so to me that shot was done to purposefully contrast the rest. they also each already got a shot of them reacting to the damage, so there isn’t a need for them to have another. the shot has to reveal something different. and because it’s a close up, it’s framed within the van, and it shifts focus from one subject to another without allowing for both of them to exist in the same frame, it makes me believe there is some sort of inner turmoil or conflict; a metaphorical “tinnitus”. but also art is subjective and everyone has their own vision so i could be wrong. but i do these kind of shots (close up on the protagonists face at the beginning of a scene while they exhibit some complex emotion, not because of a reaction to something happening in that current moment, but to reflect some inner turmoil from the previous scene) all the time so i may be bias because it is a stylistic choice that i use and then, from a storytelling perspective which is why the shot exists in the first place: all scenes experience some value or tonal shift. and that value has to go from -/+ or +/-. if it doesn’t change, the scene is redundant and should be tossed out. so the shot bridges the previous scene and establishes the starting value for the current scene

i think there is a very particular lens you have to look at cinematography and composition from that is less about the story as a whole and more about the story that exists in that frame like it’s an isolated snapshot in time which a lot of people gloss over because of how abstract it is. but when you analyze a shot like you’re analyzing art instead of a literary work, you uncover a lot more, because film intertwines art and narrative to tell story. but yeah! i so agree. there’s a reason for racking to mike after will, there’s a reason for the shot feeling so personal. even just watching that scene in passing, the shot just carries a weight to it that is noticeable, even if you can’t find the words or explain why. and it is trying to emphasize that defeat and internal conflict and some kind of muddiness

[imaginealotofthings]

Imagine you hitchhike and end up getting picked up by bikers...

You did it, you'd finally gotten away from him. 3 long, random bus journeys and many miles later you finally felt a weight lift off of your shoulders.

With no family or friends you trust enough - you were on your own now. But you were so ready for a new start in life. You were still young and you'd spent the little amount of adulthood you've experienced trapped with him. Your now ex, abusive ass boyfriend -Joe. 5 years he's been treating you like shit on his shoe - none of your family would believe you if you ever told them the dreadful stuff he had done over the years. Joe played such an innocent character in front of them all - being an officer of the law also helped in his defence. 'How could a police officer do anything bad?' You could imagine your mother saying if you ever confessed anything to her. We've all see the true crime documentaries, which would prove her so wrong!

Walking down the dusty road with little to no cars passing you; you began to get a little anxious that you may be walking into the night at this rate. Glancing down at the vibrating phone in your hand - the battery dawning lower and lower. 143 missed calls from him. Your heart raced a little every time it rang. He has to give up soon. You know you need to block the number - or even ditch the phone in case he tracks you down. But honestly, deep down even though you're ready for a 'new start at life', you are so fucking scared.

A low deep rumble makes you whip your head around. A cluster of motorbikes ride towards you.

Finally, someone might help me. Jerking your arm into the direction of the road, you stick your thumb in the air.

Bikers are so intimidating, but surely they can help me. One tear escaped from the corner of your eye in a quick rush of fear. You wipe it away swiftly. You have to be brave.

The lead biker shouts to the others, inaudibly. 4 bikers carrying on past you - leaving a trail of dust in the air behind them. Each nodding to you as they passed. Two of them slowed and pulled up next to you. Your eyes looking over them as they set up their bikes and remove their helmets.

'Sons of Anarchy California' the back of their leather vests read.

The biker with a loose black perm and sharp nose walked over to me first. The strong scent of cigarettes, aftershave and leather blew off of them both.

"Hey, little lady. What you doing out here on your own?"

"I really appreciate you stopping, I was needing a ride into town.."

"Which town, little lady? Where's home for you?" His brows visibly frowning as he grew concerned.

The other biker, stayed leaning on his bike smoking a cigarette. From a small distance you noticed that he had salt and pepper hair and scar the shape of a smile across his mouth and cheeks. You loved scars - the uniqueness of the shape and individuality it gave a person. His head tilted awaiting your response to the other biker.

"I...er... I'm trying to get far away from that place. I really don't want to trouble you. If I could please have a ride to the closest town and I'll figure out where I'm going from there.."

The biker turned to look to his friend, who had started approaching you.

"Hey lassie, sorry Tiggy here has lost his manners and didn't introduce us. You can call me Chibs and this is Tig." The Glaswegian accent made you melt..

"You sound like you don't have a plan of where you're going to be going next when we drop you off in the next town. And it is against the clubs morals and definitely mine to be leaving a sweet young thing like yourself alone." He looked you up and down before keeping his eyes locked with yours.

"The club?...." you began but Chibs was already answering.

"Aye, we are part of the motorcycle club in our town, Charming. Samcro, the Sons of Anarchy (he pointed to Tig's back who had turned to show us his leather cut). We are one big 'at most' happy family.... Anyway, come on lass get on the back of my bike lets get you in the warm - we are missing steak night at the club. We can discuss your next move over a drink..."

"Honestly, its ok...." he cut you off again.

"I'm not taking no for answer lass, come on. Lets go." he gave you a wink before offering his hand and leading you to his bike.

Standing next to the bike with a nervous smile on your face - you let him put his helmet on your head and fasten it. His finger tips barely brushed your skin and a rush of electric shot through you.

"I'm Y/N, in case you were wondering." You tried your hardest not to blush. "I was wondering actually..." a smirk on his face.

After mounting the bike. Chibs turns to you with another wink.

"Hold on Y/N."

You wrap your arms around his broad frame - breathing in scent and the leather.

What had you gotten yourself into?

[Credit to the image & gif owners]

Please let me know if you want a part 2

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Scandal Schmandal

Barbie dolls: Batman/Bruce Wayne x Gn!reader

Words: 4.3k

Summary: the media starts a scandal bc you're photographed kissing Batman while openly dating Bruce Wayne so you come up with an unorthodox rumor to spread instead

Warnings: I'm new here so he's probably (most definitely) out of character but y'all be nice I'm trying 🥀, let's just suspend our disbelief, constructive criticism on how to better portray his character is welcome, eating breifly mentioned, blood mentioned, you ride public transport, joke Abt I'm vengeance, comparison to smoking but no actual smoking, you make a shocking amount of your own food for being a person who has access to butlers and maids, boner joke hehe, Bruce uses you as a pillow frequently, tbh idfk how Bruce gets down to the bat cave while in the manor so it's an elevator for this fic, he really likes toast cuz I couldn't think of another breakfast food im sorry, lots of talk around cheating and cheater hate, lawyer slander for two whole words, you wear an anklet, you and Bruce are both def yearners for each other it makes me SICK, you drink tea for breakfast bc I hate coffee and would rather die than make reader drink that, alot of talk Abt open relationships and stuff

inspo (it's my own post :p I like me)

Dating Bruce Wayne was shockingly easy. Until his Batman identity gets swirled in with it. It’s a struggle to watch your partner go from injured to healing to injured again. There were a few times you could remember when Bruce was without a bruise, cut, or stitches somewhere. You didn’t enjoy that, obviously, but you still found comfort in Bruce making it home in generally all in one piece. 

The physical toll of Batman was a lot easier to swallow than the time and emotional damage it took on him. His days when a criminal slips through his gloves, his mind circles them from sunrise to sunset. When the case got too heavy he hid in your arms like he wasn’t the most feared vigilante of Gotham City. 

When he left the suit and fell into you, he became the fragile ghost of a small orphan scared of the world coming to take his last bit of family left. Every bit of free time Bruce caught went directly to you. Your dates were rarely something adventurous. You both usually ended up on the couch watching terribly bad horror movies and even worse TV shows. When Bruce was particularly tired you both lay down and napped together.

Your rarest date was going out to the parties, fundraisers, and galas Bruce was invited to. Those were the nights when you both got dressed as well as you could. Or in Bruce’s case, as well as he cared to. You entered with your arms interlocked and left the same. It was no secret to the public that Bruce was spoken for. There wasn’t an outing that you two showed up to without a tabloid reporting on your outfits and interaction with each other. 

You usually avoided the streets of Gotham at night, just knowing what your partner had to stop while dressed in all black made you weary. Unfortunately, not everyone ran on your schedule. Your early night dinner with your friends transformed into a late night talk with an overpriced dessert. As you hugged them goodnight, you sucked in a breath of Gotham air. As gross as a city can be, the chill air still brought you comfort. You tugged your jacket closer to you as you started your walk to the subway station. 

Halfway through your walk, you recognized the suped-up Batmobile crudely parked on the edge of the street. One wheel was popped over the sidewalk and the driver's door was left open. You shook your head. He was lucky Gotham liked him enough to leave his car unstealed. Maybe they left it because the few who didn’t like him feared his technology’s abilities enough to leave it be.

You wandered closer to the car, planning to just shut the door but you paused when you noticed a smear of dark blood across the hood. As much as you knew you shouldn’t involve yourself with Batman’s business, the worry for Bruce stirring in your stomach pulled you closer to trouble. 

You followed your assumption of his path, traveling past the car and down the alleyway. A crumbled form lays in the center. You slowly ventured towards it, the possibility of it being anyone other than your lover irked you but your feet still pulled you forward. 

“Bat? Is that you?” You called, trying to settle the pounding heartbeat under your ribs. A groan rattled around the alleyway walls, giving you the answer you dreaded and hoped for. You rushed to his side, dropping to your knees immediately. His face was splattered with blood, cuts, and bruises. Batman’s eyes were squinted shut, like he was being rocked to sleep by ocean waves. Batman jerked up slightly when he must have recognized you. 

“No. What are you doing here? He got away, damn.” His head dropped back into your lap, sighing as he did back in your shared bed. A moment of peace washed over him before he started again. Batman sat up on his elbows, looking you over. 

“You look nice, very ni-No. You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get hurt. Did you follow me?” Batman asked. His worry of Wayne tragedy following him like the plague slipping through the dark sculpted mask. You reached forward, holding onto his head to keep him sturdy and grounded. 

“I didn’t follow you, I saw your car on the way to the subway. I’m only going to get you back onto your feet before I leave. I know the Bat is plenty enough danger all on his own.” You said, tilting your head to the side. A sigh left him, his head dropping back in exhaustion. You nodded knowing that sigh very well.

It made an appearance when he slipped into a warm bath with you. It pressed against your ear when he finally came home from a long night on the city street sticky with sweat and probably dried blood somewhere. It pushed through his nose when he took the first bite of your shared dinner. It was frequent when he finally got home to his domestic life.

Batman took a few moments to simmer in the peace before reopening his eyes. He sat up fully, stretching forward. You stood up, straightening your jacket. You helped Batman pull himself to his feet, groaning when he put more of his body weight on you. 

You slowly helped him walk towards the Batmobile, keeping a steady hand on his back. He stopped in front of the open driver's door, turning around to face you.  He stared down at the ground, taking in a steadying breath. 

“I-” His voice caught and he looked over your shoulder to clench his jaw. You nodded, knowing the words he wanted to say and why they caught in his throat. 

“I know.” You finished, reaching forward to grab a hold of his cape. You pulled him forward. His hands left his sides to reach your back. You met his lips, dodging the sculpted nose of his mask. It was a gentle kiss, only meant to comfort him and reassure you. His arms held you tightly to make sure you didn’t disappear. You gripped his shoulder with one hand and the other pulled him closer by his cape. You felt your anxiety wash away with his lips. The pain in his body slowly subsided as you comforted him with your gentle love. 

Batman tilted his head back towards the sky like he was huffing out a cigarette puff and trying not to get it in your face. You hummed, stepping back from him. His hands dropped from your body, as yours left his. Batman looked back at you, reaching out for the door of his mobile. 

“Ditch the subway?” He muttered. You smiled and quickly nodded. 

“For a ride with Vengeance? Of course!” You exclaimed and raced around towards the passenger side. You were certain Batman rolled his eyes, but it didn’t matter because you saw the small loving smile he had as he drove you both home. 

As you helped a newly patched up Bruce into bed, the paparazzi was absolutely giddy over the new photos they had. They planned to have them plastered on every website and magazine by the time dawn broke. 

You woke up before Bruce usually. He often went to bed during the witching hours and didn’t wake up until after the day had already kicked its feet up and gotten comfortable being around. You greeted the day with your routine, making yourself a tea even though the maid offered to do it for you. You enjoyed following the steps and how it was simple enough to do half asleep.

You then took your tea to the conservatory. You sat and watched the world slowly wake up from the heavy night. You liked watching the leaves sway in the wind or the grass bend with the rain. This morning it was quiet. The trees stood still and only the wildlife moved. A rabbit bounced through the green grass, stopping to eat a dandelion. As you watched it devour the puffy seeds, you heard Alfred enter the room. 

“Good morning, Alfred.” You muttered, giving him a soft smile before watching the bunny’s tail twitch. Alfred hummed, moving to stand next to you. He cleared his throat, pressing a hand to his lips. His hands slipped behind his back again. 

“You may find the tabloids particularly invasive this morning,” Alfred said before turning back around and leaving you alone in the conservatory. You raised a brow wondering what on earth they could’ve scrounged up now. You unlocked your phone, typing in your name and ‘Wayne News’ into the search bar. Anything new about you two was certain to pop up with that. 

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw yourself kissing Batman. You read every article with your name next to Batman’s.  

‘Caught cheating on Bruce Wayne’ 

‘Found kissing a battered Batman’ 

'Sighted making out with Batman before hitching a ride’ 

You watched as newscasters sat at their glass table discussing your apparent affair. 

‘If I were dating Wayne you wouldn’t catch me cheating’ 

‘You wouldn’t be caught or you wouldn’t cheat?’ 

‘I wouldn’t be stupid enough to be caught’ 

‘Maybe Batman needed the kiss of life’ 

‘I don’t think that kiss was giving life to his just his lungs, those pants hide nothing’ 

Well, shit. Is it really your fault that you weren’t paying attention to the street around you? Your lover was bleeding out so if you really thought about it, it was Batman’s fault. You’re not telling Bruce that. You glanced back in the hopes that Alfred was waiting at the door to give you an understanding look. You found yourself completely alone in the conservatory. 

“Some empathy you have, Alfred.” You muttered before standing with your tea. You slowly made it back to the lavish bedroom you shared with Bruce. You set your tea and phone down on the large dresser across the room from the bed. You could see through the mirror hung above it that Bruce was cradling your pillow to his chest. 

You sighed, pulling off your robe and letting it pool at your feet. You quietly made your way around the edge of the bed and slipped under the warm blankets. You pulled your pillow from Bruce’s arms. He groaned, jutting his hands out to find the pillow again. As you tucked it behind your head, his hands found you. Bruce tugged you closer, dropping his head to your chest. You stared at the ceiling while he slowly drifted back to sleep with the lullaby of your heartbeat ringing in his ear. You’d handle the scandal situation when Bruce woke up, but you’d be a cozy pillow for now. 

Bruce finally rose around noon, groaning and grumbling his way down to the kitchen. Noon was early for him so you let him eat his breakfast-lunch in ignorant bliss.

You followed him down to the Batcave as he chewed on his rather nutrient-lacking toast in your silent opinion. Bruce glanced back at you, raising a brow at your silence. You gave him a tight grin, watching the elevator number flicker down. Bruce made a face that you meant he accepted it but he still considered it strange. He turned back towards the door as it opened to the cave. You fell into step behind him as Bruce strides into the BatCave.

You were used to the sights below the manor. The first time you saw the cave, you spun in a circle and tried to catalogue anything and everything. However you did that in the manor as well, now both luxurious sights had faded into normalcy. One sight you could never find normal was Bruce. 

He hadn’t brushed through his hair yet, with his hand or a comb, so it stuck out at odd ends. The tag to his t-shirt was sticking out the back, the tiny white flag making you want to reach out more than usual. The muscles of his shoulders moved as he brought his little-too-burnt-on-one-side toast to his mouth again. Scars were peaking out from under his shirt, dragging down his arms. The edge of his t-shirt caught on his pajama pants, pushing it up. A sliver of skin peeked out between the two, reminding you of all the nights you laid kisses on the same spot. Bruce reached back and fluttered out his shirt, hiding the skin again. His hand drifted through the air back to the front, wiping off the toast crumbs from his shirt. You already missed the skin, a sigh leaving your nose before you could stop it. Bruce turned his head, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Master Bruce.” Alfred’s voice pulled you from your daze and Bruce’s eyes from you. Alfred stood at the edge of Batman’s desk, a frown making its way to his face. Bruce grunted in response, picking up his pace a little more. 

“I suggest you read the latest about your relationship in the news,” Alfred said, gesturing towards the computers on the desk. Bruce looked at you, piecing together the look on your face all day and Alfred’s words. You flickered your eyes to Alfred, starting to appreciate his hinting less and less. 

You hated the news casters before when they were on your phone but now that they were accusing you of cheating on Bruce’s large computer screen, you felt sick. You knew who was under the mask, but the public didn’t and couldn’t. Now you were a cheater, to them anyway. You suppose you’ll just have to own up to it and tell the public ‘Yeah I cheated on Wayne but listen guys Batman is really hot.’ 

You didn’t like that. You didn’t like this. Could you ask that channel to never mention your name again? No, that's far too egotistical. You sighed, feeling like you were stuck between shame and more shame. Bruce scoffed as the news channel zoomed in on your grip on his cape. He turned back, looking at you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were cheating on me with Batman? Ridiculous.” Bruce said, closing out the video and opening a report on the robber he was chasing last night. You paused looking to Alfred for help. Alfred had disappeared. You leaned back, finding the Batcave silent and empty of Alfred. 

“The public thinks I’m cheating on you.” You muttered staring at his screen, still seeing the shadows of the newscasters. Bruce nodded, his messy hair falling in his face. He brushed it away, leaning towards his screen. He rested his cheek on his palm, clicking away with his mouse. 

“I know. They also think I give people rides for a quickie now. The media never know what they’re talking about. Their whole job is to make a story, not find the truth, like lawyers.” Bruce grumbled. You furrowed your brows. You stared at the back of his head as you questioned the validity of his lawyer statement before remembering what this conversation was about. 

“I would never cheat. I don’t want Gotham City to think of me that way.” You picked up a pen from his desk, setting it back in the holder you know Alfred added. Bruce snorted, his mouse still clicking. 

“Probably more than Gotham. We’re quite popular. Do you know-“ 

“Wayne.” His eyes snapped from his screen at your tone. You frowned, your throat tightening as you thought of how many people might yell at you if they caught you in the street. “Please. I don’t want people to think-“ 

“I didn’t know you were upset. We can think of a solution.” Bruce turned his chair from his desk to face you. He reached forward and pressed his hands to the sides of your thighs. He gently pulled you forward, before trailing his hands up to your back. Bruce rested his chin against you, staring up at you. You brushed your hands through his hair to finally comb through it for the first time today. You slid your hands down the back of his head to the tag sticking out of his shirt. You tucked it back under the hem. Bruce sat up, pulling his head from you. 

“We’ll tell them: you and I are in an open relationship. You just happened to try something with Batman. He rejected the idea though, that way you’re not a target of the media or any villain who wants to get under Batman’s skin.” Bruce offered, slipping his hands under your shirt and pressing his palms into your back to warm them. You mulled it over, watching the news wash over Gotham. Maybe the public won’t love that explanation. Maybe some of them will hate it, but you won't be a cheater. The number of people you lightly chatted with at galas who turned out to be cheating in their three-month relationships was sickening. You didn’t want to be seen that way. You wouldn’t be a cheater, you’d just be unorthodox. You could live with that. 

The next day you and Bruce just happened to go out for dinner. You actually forgot the reason you left the house when you were looking across the table. Bruce returned the stare. He took in every part of how you looked in this lighting, at this table, this day, those hands, those eyes, this restaurant, his, his relationship, his lover. 

You had heard from your friends that they hated sitting on opposite sides of the table during dates. They always complained about how they can’t touch their date more than holding hands.

 You and Bruce must be missing out on something because you both preferred the table separating you. It built tension that sitting beside each other could never. Maybe your friends’ dates didn’t know how to use their eyes in the way Bruce did. With dinners, he was usually a listener and you talked. He jutted in his quips that made you laugh to the point that the other people at their dinner glanced back. Bruce chuckled when you laughed, his rare full-tooth smile making an appearance. 

When your laughter died down, his eyes were always raking over you. They drifted around from the small anklet he bought for the first of many anniversaries to your hand straightening your fork and all the way up to the creases from your smile by the corner of your eyes. You could almost feel them. Your own eyes traveled his body. Neither one of you was ashamed of your attraction towards one another. Dinner just happened to bring it out between you two. 

As Bruce was finally helping you shrug your coat back on, you snapped out of the cloud you created with your stares over dinner. You could hear the rumble of the paparazzi outside, quiet chattering and clicking as they fiddled with their cameras. Bruce stuck his bended elbow out towards you. You steeled yourself as you slipped your hand through it. You walked out of the restaurant as a team, only getting about five paces from the door before the cameras swarmed you. 

“Will your relationship come to a close after this affair has come to light?” 

“Were you aware of the cheating before the photos?” 

“Do you have something to say to Batman?” 

“Have either of you considered making a statement?"

Bruce rolled his eyes at the questions, a reaction that he probably should’ve squashed but you weren’t going to nitpick him. He leaned forward towards the closest microphone, raising his eyes to make eye contact with the camera. 

“We’re in an open relationship. What was photographed was not cheating, nor an affair. It was only a consensual kiss. You’ve caught no secret scandal, you only misunderstood an avant-garde relationship.” Bruce stated, his words clear and his tone factual. Although everything he was saying was entirely fabricated, he made it sound like it was written in stone. You smiled, gently tugging on his arm. Bruce leaned back, letting you step forward towards the wall of microphones and cameras pushing to be closest to you. 

“Furthermore, what was not photographed was the Batman driving me home and rejecting me. We had no more contact than that simple kiss. Not every story can be fully shown in just one photo.” You clarified, leaning back towards Bruce. The paparazzi sputtered out more questions, earning absolutely nothing more from you two. 

Bruce used his shoulder to part the sea of cameras, keeping you close to him. He led you to the waiting car you. The shutterbugs followed after you, chasing you with more questions. Bruce held the door open for you, stepping behind you once you reached the car. He stood between your back and the swarm, making sure none of them tried to touch you as you entered the car. Bruce slid into the seat next to you as he shut the door. Alfred drove away from the bustling sidewalk as soon as the door was shut, asking how dinner was. 

The next morning you knew they’d be discussing your relationship again so instead of opening your phone to find out, you cooked up a breakfast for you and Bruce. He was out last night, though when he returned home he whispered to you that it was rather uneventful. You knew he’d be tired when you brought him food but you thought he might sleep better on a full stomach. You could also face the newest takes on your relationship from the media together. 

You kept your eyes trained on the tea in your cup as you walked the tray of breakfast into your bedroom. Bruce was face down in the blankets, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed. You gently set the tray down on the dresser. You climbed onto the mattress, gently pulling Bruce’s head to the side by his hair. You pecked his face until his eyes fluttered open, a deep grunt clawing out from behind his teeth. You ignored his muttering about time. 

“I made breakfast. Eat it and then go back to sleep.” You whispered between kisses to his cheeks. Bruce groaned again when your lips left his face. You pulled the tray from the dresser, pulling out the legs. You watched the tea as you walked the tray closer to the bed. You lifted your eyes to find where on Bruce’s lap you could set the tray, only to find him dramatically flung across the bed. You frowned at his antics. 

“Wayne.” You deadpanned. Bruce sat up straight, flattening the blankets so you had somewhere to set the tray. You placed the legs on either side of his thighs, walking around to the other side of the bed to join him. He immediately went for the toast, sinking his teeth into the golden bake. Bruce smiled through the chews before leaning forward to briefly touch his lips against the corner of your mouth. You wiped the crumbs off your cheek, grimacing at him. Bruce swallowed before giving you a knowing look. 

“You wanted to see the news together,” Bruce stated plainly. You tucked your lips and rolled your eyes. 

“And feed you!” You added. Bruce hummed, gesturing at your phone on your nightstand. You leaned back to yank it off the wood. You passed it to Bruce. As he pulled up the news about your relationship, he took another bite of toast. He turned the volume on your phone up before pressing play on a video. It was the same newscasters with their glass table. 

‘Open relationship? Does this mean I can DM Bruce Wayne now?’ 

‘Bruce? I want his partner.’ 

‘I can’t picture the embarrassment I would feel if Batman drove me home after rejecting me. I think I’d move to Metropolis.’

’Do you have Metropolis money?’ 

You smiled and looked at Bruce. Bruce seemed to have stopped paying attention long ago. His eyes were zoned in on the small bowl of grapes you added. You scoffed and pulled your tea from the tray. Bruce plopped another grape into his mouth, turned off your phone, and set it in your lap.

You and Bruce ate in silence. You didn’t particularly want to be chattering away in the mornings. You enjoyed the quiet with him. It was simple and gave you plenty of time to fill your lungs with his comfort.

When the food was gone, Bruce reached over to pull the tea from your hands. You let him, used to him pulling a drink from your hands to try it. He pressed his lips to the edge and took a swig. He grimaced and handed it back to you. 

“Coffee’s better,” Bruce muttered. You rolled your eyes, he said that every time he tasted your tea. Plates clattered as Bruce stacked them. He set the ceramic tower on his nightstand. You assumed that he’d take it to the kitchen later because you weren’t leaving bed now that you were full. Bruce folded the tray and leaned it against the edge of the bed. You watched him as he righted his blanket before scooting down the mattress. He reached for your tea again. Bruce sipped, another grimace following. He jutted it out to you. You took the cup from him, scoffing. Bruce settled his head down in your lap. 

“It’s worse the second time.” He whispered into the blanket. You sighed, returning your cup to your mouth. You gently brushed through his hair. As Bruce slowly drifted off to sleep, you wondered how many people would bring up this whole ‘open relationship’ deal. You pictured holding a champagne flute as the person across from you asked which one of you thought of the open relationship idea. You snorted as you thought of Bruce staring at them blankly before tugging on your arm for help. Maybe you’d have to fabricate more lies to cover up that you were in fact just kissing your partner in a mask but at least you could do that with Bruce by your side.

[sweetnspiceneverythingnice]

~What majors the uppermoons would have (and how they would date you!)

A/N: hello again! Guys I’m sorry I love writing for the uppermoons so much OH MY GOD. As someone who’s in college I felt this would be fun to write. Human au!

Characters: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Nakime, Gyutaro and Daki

Warnings: Maybe some innuendos 🧍🏽‍♀️some profanity obviously

~

Kokushibo

-He would 100% be a political science major.

-He is definetly the guy who walks onto campus in a very professional outfit. Wouldn’t say suit, but something nice.

-He is almost always at the library or the campus cafe. No in between.

-You have seen him come into class thousands of times with baggy eyes and a large coffee in his hand.

“How late did you stay up? The test isn’t until Friday.”

“I didn’t.. Sleep at all..”

-You almost smack him.

-You two get into very deep conversations about politics a lot.

-Often times ending in heated arguments.

“Look, sometimes.. leaders make strange decisions.. But often times, it’s for the best of the country.” He takes a sip of his dark coffee as he speaks calmly.

-You groan, shaking your head.

“Yes, but also-“ You hesitate, before sighing. “You know what, I got negative five hours of sleep. Its too early for this.”

-It was five in the afternoon-

-But you two get over it quickly over a cup of coffee at 5 in the morning!

-Because your schedules are always busy :’)

-You two study together, even working with eachother on presentations about political behavior.

-When finals come up, he WILL be hard on you when it comes to studying and guidance sheets.

“How does the United Nations organization contribute to global governance?”

“What? Is that gonna be on the multiple choice?”

“Just.. answer the question.” He lets out a deep sigh.

-After finals, you two go out for a lovely dinner. You mostly venting about your professors or how difficult the final was while he sits and silently agrees.

-Of course, you two end up also celebrating with much more intimate affairs.

Douma

-Definetly a Musical Theater major

-Have you SEEN him? He was definetly a theater kid growing up.

-I feel like he always got the male leads in high school productions.

-It’s a way of expressing emotions and mimicking them. Despite him not experiencing them :’) fuck his parents.

-He is charming, handsome, and flamboyant. Also obnoxiously loud-

-Would take you to see musical productions, not caring if you two had finals to complete.

“Hiiii sweetheart!” He somehow enters your dorm room, you gasping at the sight.

“Douma.. how the hell did you-“

“Shh Shh! I got us tickets to see Wicked on Broadway! We leave tomorrow.” He says it so casually, coming over and wrapping his arms around you.

“Douma.. finals are soon. And that’s a REALLY long flight. We need to prepare for our scene-“

“It’s settled! Tomorrow! See you at five in the morning, dearest.” He kisses you on the head and leaves.

-He canonically loves to dance, so expect him to incorporate choreography into his final submission.

“I call this… a Demon’s Tango.”

-He does a very… interesting dance. One with some.. hip thrusts.

“Douma, please tell me that’s not about sex.”

-It was.

-After finals are done, all he does is complain and complain and COMPLAIN.

“This must’ve been what the phantom felt while writing operas for Christine!” He sighs. “But that makes you the Christine to my Phantom, right dear?” He flirts with the familiar shit eating grin.

-You sigh.

-Also treats you to a night of ‘fun’ while he plays romantic musical songs in the background, much to your dismay.

“Lord- show me how to say no to this-“ He whines as you push him off of you.

“If you say a Hamilton quote ONE MORE TIME-“

Akaza

-Physical education major right here, folks!

-Again, have you seen him? He loves to fight and engage in physical acts! (Intimate and non intimate- WHO TF SAID THAT?)

-Wakes up at like negative 2 am in the morning to workout.

-While heading to class, you notice him running extremely fast down the campus grounds. You wave at him

“Akaza! Hi, my lo-“

“Sorry, sweets!” He jogs in place as he stops next to you, leaving a sweaty kiss on your forehead. “Running eight miles. Can’t stop. Love ya!”

“What about class??” He was already running off before you got your full question out.

-The two of you frequent the gym together, often running the mile as you chat.

-But when he guides you for workouts he’s TOUGH.

-He’s the one TikTok audio that goes “NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?”

“NEVER GIVE UP!” You say as you’re about to faint.

-You two also study together, though differently. You hold up flashcards with different workouts, asking what muscles they are good for.

“Sit ups?”

“Abdominals.”

“Squats?”

“Quadriceps, hamstrings, and glutes-“

-The final was literally just a very long multiple choice test about workouts, muscles, and anatomy. One you two aced.

-After that, he takes you out for pizza!

-He loves staying fit, but that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to ‘junk’ food once in a while.

-Yes, he considers pizza junk food.

-Since he’s a big, strong guy- of course he’s gonna use his muscles!

-To hold your legs up as he pounds you into the-

-Who said that.

Nakime

-I see her as a very introverted architecture major.

-With a minor in photography :)

-She is very quiet, but the two of you often plan blueprints for a cottage you two would love to own in the future.

“I think.. that there should be a greenhouse outside the cottage. Just because it would be aesthetically pleasing.” She speaks in her calm voice.

“Yes, but we would also have to take care of flowers, you know?” You chuckle awkwardly.

-On dates she definetly has a habit of taking pictures of you with her black Polaroid.

-When you ask her to see it, she pretends she does not hear you.

“Uh, babe? Can I see the photo you took of me or-“

“Huh? Apologies, I’m a bit deaf in my right ear.” She looks down.

-Of course she puts the photo in a small album she has dedicated to you two :’)

-For architecture finals, she creates a miniature model of a very modern house- claiming that’s what you two will also own someday!

“Look, I even made mini versions of us..” She points into the miniature window.

“Aww, Nakime. You are adorable.”

-She walks off.

“No.”

-When finals pass, you two go to a museum nearby :) she really enjoys to see the historical paintings of ancient Japanese castles.

“That must’ve been a pain to build.” She gestures to a painting of the Azuchi castle.

“I’m sure you could probably make it even better than they did.”

“Well, considering we have modern tools- yes.”

-You two cuddle and stay in bed for the whole weekend, of course there being some well deserved intimacy ;)

Gyutaro

-Hear me out, but I feel like he would be an undecided major.

-He was probably forced to go to college by Daki so someone could protect her LMAO.

-If he were to pick a major, he would probably go into Engineering as a major.

-He definetly has the brains for it.

-You often go to visit his dorm to drop off meals because bby forgets to feed himself from the work load :(

“Gyutaro, sweetie! I got you some tacos.” You hold up the bag of the delectable Hispanic treat.

-Only to find him out on his desk.

“Gyutaro?” You ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’M AWAKE… BACK THE FUCK U- oh, hey babe. What’s that smell?” He asks as he wipes the drool from his mouth.

-You two eat tacos while you help ease his stress load.

-Constantly drops f bombs if he can’t remember one phrase while studying.

“What the fuck? Fuck you mean I got that wrong??” He rages as he studies from a quizlet game-

-Hey, quizlet is helpful even in college.

-Hates HATES physics. Every date you have he complains about how idiotic the professor is and how ridiculous the tests are.

“This idiot really asked what the laws of motion are. He’s a fucking professor and he doesn’t know this shit!”

“Gyutaro- can we just please eat our Sushi in peace?” You cry.

-When finals finally end, you bet your ass he’s taking you to his bed. You comply, happily.

-Even while doing your.. intimate acts, he complains about college.

“Fuck- this college shit- ah, blows. Like I’m about to-“

“OUT-“

Daki

-She’s 100% a fashion major.

-Loves fashion, ever since she was a child. So of course she goes into adulthood wanting to make her own fashion line.

-Goes on dates with you where she yaps about what her business would be called.

“I mean personally I’m thinking Daki Couture- or maybe even something French! You know ALL the cute clothes are from France!” She beams as she types down the ideas in her phone’s note app.

“Of course, babe. Any name would be perfect.” You smile like the supportive partner you are.

-Her final was to make a lineup of outfits that were based off emotions.

-So, naturally she asked you to be the model.

“What?! No! I would be a shitty model!”

“Noooo!” She whines, throwing a piece of fabric on the floor as she crosses your arms. “If I’m asking you to model, that means you’re perfect for it! So put the dress on-“ She nudges you towards the mannequin.

-You do eventually model for her, and she has stars in your eyes.

“Sexy! Oh my god, def do a pose. Yes, like that!” She takes pictures of you as you flaunt your moves in the dress she made.

-Seeing you in her outfit gave her a ego boost, that’s for sure.

-She aces her final, and takes you out to get hibachi as a gift for helping her!

“Ugh, finals were ridiculous! I got a good grade, but the professor definetly had favorites! Like that stupid girl- uh, Hana or whatever her name was. It wasn’t even that good!”

-You smile as you listen to her complaints.

-She also surprised you with a pair of matching lingerie after- for y’know, lonely time.

[digitalprophecy]

⋆.˚ – MEET CUTE

character : iwaizumi hajime

reader : english!reader

word count : 808

warnings : this is a foreign reader from england since that's where i'm from, a race isn't specified but it will sorta be implied to be white if i ever write anymore since this is very self indulgent (sorry 💔) but if u wanna imagine any wording as being from your country/race that should be able to work !!

notes : italics = english, normal = japanese, set two years before the show (they're all in their first year) !!

the gym is cold when you first walk in.

not necessarily temperature-wise—though that does play a factor—just cold in that way unfamiliar, large places are. it's bigger than you expect and filled with faces you still don't quite recognise despite them being your upperclassmen. the glazed wooden floor gleams under the harsh overhead lights, and every shoe squeak and shouted instruction ricochets around the space like a cave.

you hover close to the doorway, half a step behind kiyoko as the rest of the karasuno volleyball boys chat until their captain instructs them to do something with their pre-match time.

you've always been grateful she doesn't rush anything. when she walks her pace is calm and steady, either with a book or clipboard tucked against her chest like a shield. she fits in, and it sort of makes you feel like an echo beside her—too quiet, too alien, too new.

the captain is shouting orders, primarily at the first years, to guide them through warm ups. daichi and asahi are talking near the net, half-stretching, half-joking (mostly at asahi's expense). sugawara glances over his shoulder and gives you a reassuring smile. you return it, small and stiff, before looking away.

you adjust the oversized sleeves of your karasuno jacket that fall past your wrists, trying to focus on the task kiyoko gave you : keep an eye on the water bottles, pass towels around, and stay out of the way.

easy enough.

except the noise surrounding you bleeds into your thoughts ; the japanese flying around the court is too fast. you catch words here and there—'setter', 'rotation', 'quick set', but mostly it turns to fog.

across the gym, the other team for the practice match arrives. their uniforms are white and turquoise, their voices are louder, posture looser, and they walk like they've already won something—so cocky for what daichi said was just a silly friendly.

a few karasuno players can't help but to glance over—you included.

you just can't help watching them. even just in warm-ups their pace is different. they're cleaner, sharper. there's a boy near the back with messy brown hair and a grin too wide for someone who hasn't shown off skill yet. but your eyes catch onto someone else.

he has short, dark hair, a serious face, tone arms barely hidden by short sleeves. his posture isn't cocky like the others—just focused, quiet, and unbothered.

a ball rolls loose across the court, stopping just a step away from your feet. you move forward to grab it—

and slam straight into someone who reached down at the same time. brilliant.

your forehead hits theirs hard enough to jolt you. you stumble, just by half a step, but straighten your posture and blink at the figure.

the same boy.

you feel your breath stutter, and open your mouth to let out a small, "sorry."

in fucking english. you absolute twat.

his brows furrow, "be careful," he says, voice low and firm. you understand that.

but then he goes onto say something else, a full sentence—fast and clipped. you don't catch it, not a single word, and you freeze up.

he blinks at you, awaiting a reply.

you want to answer and explain, tell him 'i don't understand' or to actually apologise in japanese, but nothing useful comes out. your mind blanks and all you can do is stand there and look silly with wide eyes.

"ah, she's not fluent yet."

sugawara's voice slides into the space between you like warm water.

he steps up beside you with that ever-so-soft smile, hands resting on your shoulders as a way to comfort you.

"she's foreign," he explains to the other boy, speaking slowly so you can understand the words you do know, "from england. she doesn't understand much japanese yet, or regular-speed. just the simple stuff."

the boys gaze flickers to sugawara, then back towards you.

there's a flicker in his expression—something unreadable. not annoyed, not amused, just...assessing. scary.

"got it," he replied after a pause, this time slower. sharper emphasis.

he nods once, ball in hand, then turns and walks away, looking back just before he reaches his team again. you catch the glance from the corner of your eye. it was quick, barely even a glance at all.

sugawara shakes your shoulders gently to snap you out of it, "are you okay?"

you nod, finally feeling like you remembered how to breathe, "that was...scary."

"he always seems like that," he says lightly, "that's iwaizumi. first-year, like us. he's not really scary. he's just really..." he pauses, trying to think of a good word, "big?"

you nod slowly at that, turning around, "thank you, sugawara," you smile up at him, gripping his forearms before stepping out of his grasp to go sob (not really, sort of) to kiyoko.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Imagine kissing Stanley's burn tattoo, tracing it, whispering love to him in the middle of the night. You think he's asleep, but he can hear everything you're saying and can't help but tear up and bury you in his arms.

oh god. Stan’s burn. for some reason, i think it makes this character even more cool. all people with scars can relate to him that way, including me. guys, i love him so much, he’s such a well-developed character. and he got such great potential for angst

i mean, i guess in older age it probably doesn’t hurt physically as much anymore, but it’s still there. it still works like a reminder about his actions in the past. so worshipping it, kissing it, tracing it gently with your fingertips, telling him he’s beautiful, that you love this part of him just as much as the rest, oh god. imagine him half-asleep or pretending to be as you whisper these soft little words over the scar he hates the most. he’d get all choked up. probably press his face into your shoulder (or pillow) to hide it and pull you in so tight

it's just, it’s a forever reminder of the worst day of his life. the day he lost his brother. and deep inside, knowing Stan, he still blames himself every time he looks at that burn, he thinks he deserved it.

he’d probably try to laugh it off at first. “jeez, sweetheart, what’s with all the mushy stuff today?” but when you look up at him, HIS EYES ARE WET. Stanley pulls you into his arms so fast, holds you against his chest and tucks his face into your neck, and you feel how tight his grip is.

probably he’d talk, if you let him. maybe not the first time. but eventually, he’d tell you the full story and how did he feel then, how much it hurt.

“i don’t know why you’d wanna kiss it. . . but i’m glad you did.”

Stan wouldn’t ever stop you again after that, he’d close his eyes and let you do it, every time. sometimes, his hand would reach up and guide your fingers to it, when he needs to remember that you love all of him, even the parts he tried to hide.

ugh. i just think it would mean so much to him. probably more than he could ever say out loud.

and imagine it’s mullet Stan, so that burn would be so fresh and aching. and it’s a wound he doesn’t want anyone to look at, let alone touch with love. so when you do, that man would have no clue how to handle that kind of tenderness.

you’re kissing the scar on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb over the pink raw skin that hasn’t faded yet, and whispering “i love you” into it, but no reaction occurs. Stan's just staring at the wall like what the fuck is happening. why are you being nice to him. he can’t compute it. he gets all choked up and tries to play it off but his arms are wrapped around you tighter than ever.

and sorry for putting an nsfw here but imagine accidentally touching it during sex. like your hand just grazes it, oh :( hed yelp because it hurts so bad it ruins the rhythm. he jerks like you shot him and it's instant mood change.

i think, honestly, after that, you’d have to stop, hold his face and ask him if he’s okay. he’d answer smth like, “just don’t touch there. it’s not you, i just— please be more careful“ and you’d understand, you'd promise not to. and then kiss around it, everywhere but there, specifically avoiding this area to show him he’s safe.

[cuddytism]

I feel almost gaslit seeing these ‘Bombshells’ takes on Cuddy…

this has been sitting in my inbox i am So sorry but. REAL. I GET YOU. i think the influx of bombshells takes i've been seeing lately have mostly been prompted by that ooc house account on twitter posting the breakup scene again and. god. it's been awful.

i've seen a Plethora of "this made everything house ever did to her deserved" a lot of "i understand why he drove into her house" and a majority of people acting as though cuddy breaking up with house wasn't justified.

and i just need the fandom to wake the fuck up. house was not entitled to cuddy's love or partnership. it does not matter that she said she could deal, it does not matter that he was in recovery, it does not matter that he has a fear of abandonment because no one is entitled to anyone's love or partnership. Ever. Period.

the notion that cuddy deserved house's treatment of her (specifically what happens after this) is one rooted in misogyny and victim-blaming. because ultimately what happened in 7x23 was domestic violence. no one deserves that. ever. yes i fully disagree with the show's writing here and think it was extremely out of character, but it also happened and ignoring what it is doesn't do anyone any favours.

outside of that glaring elephant everyone refuses to talk about seriously; cuddy had no obligation to stay with house. absolutely none. the idea that cuddy only broke up with him because he relapsed is, mind my wording, an extremely idiotic and intentionally obtuse one. it is made abundantly clear that she has a million reasons to leave him from the get. it is made abundantly clear that in Bombshells she is SCARED and wants her partner to BE THERE FOR HER. and what she gets is him using chemical compromise because despite the fact that she may be the one that has cancer, he has to self-medicate to even look at her. can you imagine how awful that would feel?

but no, according to the fandom, it is her fault for getting with him. she should have stayed in her loveless relationship with lucas. she shouldn't have even tried to pursue this relationship. not because she would ultimately get hurt, but because he would. and hurting house? that is the single worst thing you can do in this show. especially if you're a woman.

[kiru-tigrist]

I'M CRYING LITERALLY

I feel so sorry for Caine right now, what do you mean he now asks you a million times "Are you sure you want to cast your vote for (character name here)?"

Like, I just wanted to show my friend how this all works and also I wanted to show her that Caine is not letting you vote for someone else except him at first try.

And I see this???

(let's take Pomni for example)

Are you really sure you want to vote for Pomni?

Are you really, really sure you want to vote for Pomni?

Are you really, really, really sure you want to vote for Pomni?

...

Are you sure? Really?

Are you really sure?

You want to vote for... Pomni?

Let me ask you again... Are you really, really, 100% sure... Without a doubt in your mind... No questions asked, absolutely certain... You want to vote for Pomni... Is this correct?... Ok...

...

.......

..........

You see, I have this feeling that you might be making a mistake... I just want to make sure that you're making the right vote here... You want to cast your vote for Pomni right? You probably know what you're doing... I'm not doubting your capabilities... However, I can't help but shake off this feeling that you might be making a serious error here... Remember... Once you vote there is no going back on it... And I'd hate for you boast to your friends saying something like "I VOTED FOR CAINE!" only to then be made a fool when you discover you voted for Pomni by mistake! So I just want to make sure you're making the right call... And the fact that you're clicking "yes" must mean you understand that perfectly well...

...

You're sure... It's Pomni... Not Caine... For example... It's for sure Pomni... 100%? Really? Fine...

I HOPE THEY KISSED THAT FUCKING BRICK BEFORE THEY THROWED IT AT ME... I'M TOO EMOTIONAL FOR THIS SHIT...Noooo...

My Shayla... *sob* ... My Shayla... *sniff*

[ajoure]

EVERYONE HUSH! My show is on! (Literally how I feel when you post. I absolutely love your art!!) But here's my question...are the doctor's original organs in his new body or are they still spread across the underground factory? Sorry, if you have already answered this!

PS: Leith (my fav character, because he is unhinged) was extra cute in the bath time comic!

AWW💙 thank you so much 🥺

Yes, almost all Sawyer's organs are now in his new body (along with some of White's organs), the exception being the brain. They are still on sort of life support, now able to deteriorate, serving different functions, like lungs for cooling and body temperature regulation, for example

The life support machines were repurposed by Leith and Harley and different parts of them are now spread across safe zone or the factory. Like the wires/tubes Harley connected to in recent "You are all I have left" comic, those connect him to his brain (that is how he was able to really get drunk). It's made so in case Harley would have any sort of emergency, malfunction or require immediate check up Leith and him could connect him to the system and deal with it

[shelleyminx]

this was written for @corrodedcoffinfest Media Mania

Picture This

Prompt Day 31: Closing Time | Word Count: 901 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Outsider | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | Tags: Eddie has a crush on Steve, Chrissy as Corroded Coffin's manager, end of tour blues/joy, Steve and Robin are two menaces (and sweethearts), all of them are just dreamy young people and I think that's beautiful

Summary:

Corroded Coffin releases many albums, goes on tour, become the main characters of rock n' roll controversies as bands do. But decades later, one specific picture appears on the preface of their photo biography.

One that only exists because of a ridiculous idea and a hot stranger willing to go ahead with it and make it even greater.

Eddie tackles Doug onto the floor and they both gasp when Gareth adds himself to the pile of people. Jeff doesn't seem convinced to join in, but Chrissy gives him a light shove and he lets his own body fall, the four of them kinda laughing as they roll to the side, lying on the stage they just made the last show of their first national tour. The venues are not that big, but it's fulfilling, a sense of dream coming true tucked under layers of hard work, traveling in an uncomfortable bus, eventually sharing motel rooms. It's amazing anyway. The sold out date tonight left them with a burning hope that there will be a next album, another tour, a lifetime of this. They're exhausted, but so happy it's hard to leave the place and pop up the bubble.

“Man, I want to climb that!” Eddie laughs, pointing to the theatrical hardware that holds multiple lightning equipment.

“You don't!” Chrissy, their former classmate and now tour manager answers, eyes widening.

“Uh-” a guy enters the stage. Not someone they know, probably around their age, wearing a plain black shirt tucked under his jeans. He doesn't look like a staff member either. “They're not here!” he shouts at someone backstage “Yeah, I'll let you. Have you tried the back entrance? You know these rock dudes… They just vanish.”

The five at the stage trade suspicious looks. Unknown guy starts picking up stuff like used water bottles and setlist papers and throwing them in a trash bag.

“This might've got you guys some more twenty minutes. Then you have to go, I'm sorry.” he keeps his work, never minding their excitement.

“I doubt it would break just with my weight!” Eddie continues, despite the others' silence.

“It wouldn't. But I don't recommend climbing there. You'll be seen by the lightning guys and probably get a fine.” Trash guy says.

“Hey, you're like a security guy or something?” Jeff inquires, analyzing the way he's dressed; not rock n’ roll at all.

“My dad owns the place. And we're closing, but you seem to be enjoying some last minutes with the stage, so. Have your fun, just don't break anything.”

“Can I like… Pretend to be climbing? If one of you guys give me a hand I'll be able to reach it and we can take a picture and-”

“No. Chance. My shoulder is fucked.” Doug is still lying on the floor, facing the stage turned off lights. Jeff doesn't even bother answering.

“Oh… It would be a cool picture, though.” Chrissy pouts “Gar?”

“Don't Gar me, Chris. I can't and won't lift this sack of bones. Take a normal picture instead.”

“I can do it.” Son-Of-Someone interjects, uninterested. “It seems like a cool photo to have.”

Eddie rolls on the floor and finally looks at him. Tall, broad shoulders, athletic, All-American-Hot-Type. Chrissy jumps excitedly.

“Thanks! What's your name again?” she asks, offering a hand for him to shake.

“Steve.” He smiles charmingly at her, but it's Eddie's stomach that begins to flutter.

“No need to worry, man. I was just joking-” he starts, desperately trying to get himself out of a possible crush and to go back to his post-concert euphoria.

“It's nothing. Actually… Wait here!” and he runs yelling something that sounds like Bob or Rob or whatever before coming back with a girl on his tow.

“Father Harrington is gonna kill you if he hears about this.” she sighs.

“Father Harrington always wants to kill me either way, might as well give him some reason.” He shrugs “Okay, figure out a cool pose or something.” He turns back to the band “You too! Robin will take the picture for you, join them!” Chrissy shyly gives Robin her camera and the others discuss what they should do.

“Hi. You're… Ed, right?” Steve approaches casually, smiling like he's hiding something. Eddie thanks every God for his lack of blushing.

“Yeah, Eddie.” He's still wondering how to greet this handsome stranger when he's interrupted.

“Cool, Eddie. Hop on.” Eddie thanks every God because no one is paying attention when he actually blushes because this stranger is pointing at his own back.

Their pose is kinda stupid. Doug and Jeff hold Chrissy up in their arms and she laughs, surprised. Gareth Kneels in front of them, making Devil horns with both his hands and sticking his tongue out. Eddie climbs on Steve's shoulder and pretends to be trying to reach the hardware with a hand while making devil horns with the other and opening a devilish smile. Robin takes their picture then asks them to hold on.

Corroded Coffin releases many albums, goes on tour, becomes the main characters of rock n' roll controversies as bands do. But decades later, this picture appears on the preface of their photo biography.

She does something they can't see in the back of the stage and two canons shoot bright colorful pieces of paper at them, just like it happened at the end of their last song. Shocked, everyone but Steve looks kinda marveled at the beauty of it and Robin shoots a picture that showcases their spontaneous joyous faces. Steve is smiling with a knowing look, while Eddie looks up to the paper, Gareth falls to the floor laughing in shock, Chrissy is on the verge of tears.

What a way to close. What a way to start.

A/N: and that's it for Corroded Coffin Fest 2025! What an honor it was to participate!!! Joining this fest gave me the courage to post some of my writing, read amazing fics and get a lot more love than I ever thought I would!!!! My first fic for the fest was about pre-concert jitters, so nothing more fitting than the last being about post-concert joy.

I hope you guys enjoyed this little thingy! Immense thanks to the CCfest organizers, writers and readers. I hope I can see you on the pocket events and on the next edition!

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Beyond The Screen.

Scarabia Part.

[Heya, author here! Love the scarabia dudes! Kalim may be my favorite out of them, but Jamil has grown on me so much haha. I hope I didn't mischaracterize them too badly lolol, this is one of my first times writing them this extensively. But as always, remember to drink some water and get some rest! And I hope you have a great rest of your day!!!]

One of the last things you would've expected after downloading a game like twisted wonderland, is for the characters to leave the dang game and show up irl! But things rarely go as you expect, and this is something it's nice to be wrong about.

It was a pretty regular day when it happened, just sitting down and playing twst. Only for an impromptu single pull on the banner, turning into SSR particles and a fancy coffin. Of course you're getting excited. But instead of showing your new card, you have the character fall right out of your screen onto the floor in front of you. Oh goodness gracious...

-----------------Kalim al-Asim-----------------

Kalim practically falls onto your lap, he looks excited to see you. He's been waiting a long time to meet the player! They've been really nice to him just like a friend, and he's never been able to say it back! As soon as he realized he was gonna see you in person, he became super happy. Obviously he wants to hug his friend!

"PLAYER!!! Ahaha I'm so glad to see you! This definitely calls for a party! Jamil? Oh, I guess Jamil couldn't come with. Maybe I can go back and bring him, since he really wanted to meet you too? Huh, I don't actually know how to go back though. Well no need to focus on that! I can throw a party just for us right now, then I can figure out how to get Jamil here too so we can all celebrate together!"

And throw a party he did! It might not have been as elaborate as his usual parties back at scarabia, but it was a heck of a time! Even despite the confusion that still is lingering from a Fictional Character showing up in your house. Who's currently setting up a game of mancala, and completely ready to teach you the rules if you don't understand. It's super fun!!

Kalim is having the time of his life, I mean he gets to hang out with the player for the foreseeable future? And they're being really nice to him? This is a dream come true! He knew they would be close if he ever got to meet them. I mean they were really nice to him even while he was just a character to them! He already knows they'll let him stay with them, and he can't wait to get to know them better!

-a few months later-

There's never a dull day with Kalim. Even when he isn't throwing a party, he's pulling you to look at some new thing he made, or a new pet he adopted. Even though he understands he can't buy you as many gifts as he'd want too, having given you his jewelry early on to pay for his stay here. He still makes you a lot of homemade gifts! Often based off the things you do together, when he insists you show him around your world.

Kalim has been having the grandest time as well! Not only has he gotten much closer to you than basically anyone else, but he doesn't have to worry about assassination attempts! Your world is so amazing! He wishes he could stay here forever! That doesn't mean he'll give up on finding his way back home, but... Maybe he put it on hold. And he has to admit he doesn't like the feeling he gets when you mention him going home.

"Huh? Home? Yeah, I've been working on it! I bet Jamil is worried sick about me. But I wanna focus on enjoying the time with you right now! Can we just do that for awhile longer? Please...? Sorry haha, I don't wanna bring the mood down!"

Kalim looks... Anxious? Just for a moment. He doesn't wanna go home if it means leaving you, but he doesn't even know how to say that. He just knows he won't leave if he can help it!

------------------Jamil Viper-------------------

Jamil manages to catch himself fairly easily, not one to be caught off guard by a simple drop. What does catch him off guard however is fully seeing your face for the first time, so close he could reach out and touch it. His breath catches for an instant before he regains his composure. Shaking his head before speaking.

"Ahem, sorry player. It's lovely to meet you. Although I have technically Met you before, through your screen I mean... Nevermind. in any case, I trust you'll let me stay here with you? Unless all those words of flattery were false~"

He has a sly grin on his face as he takes your hand in his, obviously already knowing how much you care about him. And believe me, he's ready to take full advantage of this. Please understand he doesn't intend to misuse your good intentions, but he does fully intend to exploit them as far as they'll go. I mean, you know better than most people who he is, and yet you still care about him. You're either naive, or just don't know what you're getting into.

Either way, Jamil loaths to admit he's grown (very slightly!!!) fond of you through that screen. And will not let that affection you have for him stray, even the slightest bit. Here, he won't have to hide anything or hold back. Here, he can be completely free. So he's not going to let that slip away. He's already planning how best to keep everything perfect, and he's not above using his unique magic should it become necessary. Although deep down, he really hopes it doesn't come to that.

-a few months later-

It's nice having someone around to help with the chores, Jamil knows that more than anyone. So of course he's been doing that for the last few months, and still getting up early to make breakfast before going to a job he was able to get. It was just at a fast food place, but he quickly become a manager. So it's not the worst? He'll never bring you food from there if he can help it though, he doesn't want you eating anything except for his cooking.

He's been becoming increasingly paranoid about you, a strange feeling in his gut whenever you leave your home without him. Worries and doubts just don't leave anymore, except for when you're near and have your eyes solely on him. He's not sure what this feeling is exactly, but he already promised himself he wouldn't hold back at all in this world. Especially when you come up to him and ask again about when he's going home.

"Sigh... We've had this conversation a hundred times, I'm working on it. Don't you trust me? And besides that, is there a reason you want me gone so badly? Here I thought I was one of your favorites. ...nevermind, I made dinner. It's your favorite. Let's just eat."

Hmph he might as well not start a fight, it'd be frustrating to have you upset with him. But he's never going back to that world, not while you're in this one.