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auxiliarydetective · 1 year ago

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↬ OC Verse Trading Cards

Here it is! The reason (well, one of the reasons) for why I've been so inactive lately. I saw this super cool trading card template by @squea and @buttertrait and thought it was super fun, so I wanted to make something similar for my mutuals and myself. And, as you can see, I rediscovered my love for art deco on the way, so it's very art deco lol

You can find the template to make your own cards here - and I explicitly encourage you to make your own, because I was kinda hoping I would get to see cards of you guys' OCs and we could collect them all in a binder like this one. It would be really fun! (The number next to the name is the power level btw - I wanted to imitate a set of Star Wars trading cards I used to collect as a kid) Make sure to @ me when you do and tag your post with #ocversetradingcards!

I tried to make the template as accessible as possible so that even beginners should be able to use it without any issues. So, I color-coded the layers!

The red layers are ones you shouldn't touch. They make up the main frame of the card. The orange layers are ones where you can play around with the colors, but that's for advanced photoshop/photopea users. The green ones are the ones where you put in text! Edit those freely. Blue ones are ones you have to select and move as a batch - if you don't know how to do that, check below the cut ^^

You'll need to download these fonts:

Park Lane (name & power level)

Market Deco (main text font)

Artisual Deco Black Italic (blog url)

Below the cut, you'll find a tutorial for the template and a list of the image resources I used - Quick info for everyone, including the more experienced Photopea users: Save your image at 50% quality. The template is a big file and the exported image will also be pretty big if you don’t save it at a lower quality. 50% is what you can see above and I think it's a nice size-quality ratio.

Tutorial Time

Opening the File

Step one: Get either Photoshop or Photopea. Photoshop costs money, Photopea is free and runs in your browser. Take three guesses which one I use. Yeah, it's Photopea. As such, this tutorial will be Photopea-centric, and I also have no clue what the Photoshop interface looks like, so I can't really help you if you work on Photoshop. But I'm told they're essentially the same, so...

Step two: Download the fonts listed above from the links in this post.

Step three: Click on the link above to go download the template. It's a bit of a big file, so I put it into a zip file for you. Don't worry, you don't need a special program to open it. Photopea will do that for you.

Step four: Open Photopea. Click on "File" -> "Open..." and select the "TradingCardTemplate" zip file.

Step five: Click "File" -> "Open..." again and select the zip files for the fonts. This will import them to Photopea. There are also preview images included in at least one of the zip files for the fonts, so just close the windows for those projects when they pop up by clicking on the little "x" next to their file name. You only need the "TradingCardTemplate.psd" tab to be open in your Photopea window.

Great! Now you're all set to edit!

Editing the name, power level and blog url

I decided to group these together because they function essentially the same way

Step one: Select the typing tool. It's the little "T" symbol in the toolbar on the left side of your screen.

Step two: Select the layer of the text you want to edit. The blog url one is in plain view. For the name and power ones, you need to open the corresponding folders first. They're the green layers in the folders!

Step three: Click on the text you want to edit. It's easiest to aim for the middle, that way you have the least chances of missing. The typing tool is a bit finicky with that sometimes, especially if the text is small.

Great! Now you can use your keyboard to delete the placeholder text and replace it with your own! The power level will only fit two digits and picking "00" will look bad. Your OC should have at least some power. They need it to breathe.

Changing the size of the name text

As you might be able to tell, the basic text size only works for fairly short names. So, you might have to make it smaller for your OC's name to fit

Step one: Enter your OC's name as described above.

Step two: Select the text as you would anywhere else in your browser.

Step three: Above the little tag where it says "TradingCardTemplate.psd", there's an options bar. You'll find a box there labelled "Size" with a box that says "150px" and a down arrow next to it. Click on the down arrow and a slider will pop up. Play around with that slider until your text has a good size. Then click on the checkmark.

Step four: Switch to the transformation tool. It's the cursor with the directional cross next to it, at the top of your left-hand tool bar. Move your text so that it aligns well with the left side of the frame but make sure it's below the middle.

Step five: You now have to select two layers at once. The text layer and the frame for the name tag. Do do that, either press and hold your control key on your keyboard while selecting the other layer or toggle the control key using the on-screen keyboard at the bottom left of the toolbar. If you use the toggle, don't forget to untoggle it after.

Step six: On your horizontal toolbar above your project window, click on the icon that's a horizontal line with two boxes centered on it.

Congrats, your text should now be centered!

Adding in your OC picture

Step one: Open the "Picture" folder and select the layer beneath "Add picture here". This will make sure your picture will be in the right spot. Also make sure to click on the eye next to the "Pattern" layer tag to make it go invisible.

Step two: Select "File" -> "Open & Place..." and pick a nice image.

Step three: Once the image has been imported, make sure you change the zoom percentage to 100%, that way the image doesn't look pixely or weird. Click on the checkmark.

Step four: Resize your image so your OC fits nicely into the frame. The image should fill the entire space inside the frame and can stick out as much as you want.

Step five: Right-click (or press and hold, if you're on mobile) your image' layer and select "Clipping Mask".

Perfect! Now your image should no longer stick out of the frame. Feel free to adjust your image's coloration, brightness etc. by selecting "Image" -> "Adjustments" and your preferred action.

Changing your stats bars

This works the same for each bar and I tried to make it as simple as possible.

Step one: Open the corresponding folder.

Step two: Select the set of three blue layers together. You can do this by selecting one layer normally, then selecting the other two while holding your control key or while having it toggled using the built-in on-screen mini keyboard at the bottom left of your screen. If you use the toggle, don't forget to untoggle it after.

Step three: Switch to the transformation tool (the one at the top of your left-hand toolbar, it's a cursor with a directional cross) and move your layers. By moving them to the right, you'll reveal more of the gold underneath the overlay. More gold = higher level of the corresponding stat.

Great job! Now adjust the bars to your liking.

Saving your project + card image

To save the project: Click on "File" -> "Save as PSD". This will download the current project under the same name as the file that you downloaded it as. So, it will be called "TradingCardTemplate (1)" or something similar. Make sure you change the name in your files so you know which is which. Alternatively, you can also change the name of the project by double-clicking the little square that currently says "TradingCardTemplate" and type in your new name. If you save again now, it will show the new project name! Make sure to save your project if you want to be able to recover it and/or work on it later!

To save the card image: Click on "File" -> "Export as >" and pick your preferred image file type. I suggest JPG for best results. Make sure to turn the quality slider to 50%, then hit the save button. This will download an image file of your chosen type, under the same name as the project name. To change that name, refer to the bullet point above or go to your files :)

Advanced: Changing the BG color of the pattern

Step one: Select the pattern background of either the name tag, power score or picture and turn it to 100% opacity.

Step two: Color-pick the current background color of the pattern.

Step three: Click "Image" -> "Adjustments" -> "Replace Color..." and click on the colored rectangle in the new pop-up. Replace the default color with your color-picked color. Now use the Hue, Saturation and Lightness sliders to get a new color that you like. Note down your slider values for later so you have them for the other elements.

Step four: Color-pick your new color and select the corresponding solid background layer. For those layers, click "Edit" -> "Fill..." and make sure you have "Foreground" and "Normal" selected, your Opacity is 100% and you have "Preserve Transparency" checked.

Step five: Don't forget to turn the opacity of your pattern layers back down to 60%.

Congrats! You have your colors changed! Repeat this process for the other two patterned elements.

Extra advanced: Changing the card's background color

NOTE: I DON'T recommend this. You can do it, but it's a lot of work.

Step one: Select the background layer and change its color to the new color you want. You can do it with the "Hue/Saturation..." adjustment, with the "Fill" edit as described above, or whichever way you want. Color-pick your new color.

Step two: Open the smart object PSDs for the frames for the frames for the picture, the name tag, and the power counter by double-clicking on the preview image of the layer.

Step three: Select the lowest colored layer of each and change its color to the same as your new card background color. Click on "File" -> "Save (Smart Object)". Close the project windows.

Step four: Open the folders for the various stat bars and select the "Color Overlay" layers. Change their colors the same way you did for the other layers. Warm colors and high-saturation colors will most likely not look good here and you might need to find a different way of making the stat bars look good. Playing around with the "Brightness/Contrast" adjustment layers above might help, but I can't promise anything. This is the main reason why I don't recommend changing the card background color. The stats bars are adjusted to the background color.

There we are! Either your card looks very pretty now or you understand why I don't recommend this. Either way: Good job!

Resources from Freepik:

Corners by tartila Power counter frame Picture frame by pch.vector Stats bar by tartila Pattern

Taglist (we're bringing out all fandoms today): @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats @fluffle-system @wheresmybloodynauglamir @nanukanal @supermarine-silvally @cody-helix02

#ocversetradingcards #artsy #photopea adventures #oc: akaito coraline #oc: helena #holy freaking shit i finally did it #look everyone!!!

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invisiblegarters · 2 years ago

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Hidden Agenda Ep 7

Word on the street (lol) is that this is actually going to be 12 eps, which I am thankful for because Only Friends is going to start bringing that promised messiness beginning next week (I hope) and I will need more time with a palate cleanser.

Oh don't get me wrong I'm going to love every second of OF, but also I know me and I know I am going to be very frustrated so it'll be good to have this cute tropefest to look forward to after the mess.

Would a promotion to win headphones get me? Yes it would, because I am one, cheap, and two, always up for a challenge. Also I like rollercoasters so it wouldn't be too much of a hardship for me. Unless I had to get on the swings. *shudders* We don't do the swings here.

Is this the same theme park they go to in every drama? It's just making me want to ride rollercoasters.

Lol there's always the one who can't handle them.

Ah, my old friend product placement. It's weird to miss you but there you go.

These rides are not that challenging! Boo. I was hoping the fourth one was a free fall ride - I love those and it would be hilarious to see the faces Joke would make - bet he would scream too - but alas.

Pfft Joke definitely has Zo's number. He totally liked that line.

Wait is that a wild Title? Yes, yes it is. Pfft, now that GMMTV has him in their stable they're just gonna put him in all the things, huh? Not complaining. Although he's again playing an ass, lol. Are we gonna typecast him already?

Aw, heartbreak at a theme park. I am sure that there are worse places to have that happen, but still. Yeesh.

I find it interesting that Zo's hesitance with Joke wasn't due to freaking out about these new bi feelings though. That's nifty.

Sometimes, I just love me an uncomplicated, cozy romance, and honestly I feel like these two deliver on that front. They did it in SIMM too.

I love how they're always alone in mazes like this. In reality it's a freaking crush, and there's always the two or three girls in front of you who scream at literally everything so they cast all jumps at them and you're just kind of behind them feeling a little bored and checking out the decorations. I still love 'em, though.

If he doesn't go for the photo cheek kiss...

Huh. Literally every other trope but not that one, show?

AOU AND BOOM! I almost forgot they were in this show. I want to care about this hiding plot. I do. But the problem is we get so little of them that I just...don't. I don't know if there was supposed to be more of them and then they cut it out or couldn't film it for whatever reason or what, but I just don't feel like I've been given enough to care. And that makes me sad because I was especially looking forward to Aou.

Okay so is grandma homophobic or just not impressed that Joke didn't tell her that Zo is his boyfriend? My guess is the former since the whole thing with Jeng but who knows, really. At this point it could swing either way, really. I would guess it's the latter because this show is fairly straightforward romance but! But. Sometimes the straightforward romances will hit you with that kind of serious thing out of nowhere.

Aw go Zo. I like his optimism.

HEH. Nope we're going simple. That is not a complaint. Grandma is fun. Also what do you mean you're not dating, Zo? You literally just went out on an amusement park date! There was a headphones winning montage and everything!

Yes you know what I agree. Competence is hot.

Hahaha okay I love Joke. Literally any chance to get his shirt off around Zo. And his pathetic attempts to clean himself like he's never done it before. Oh Joke you transparent fool.

Oh yes the academic scholarship. I forgot all about that too. Why is he so devastated? Does he think that he surely won't get the Finland trip if Nita is also competing for it?

Joke dude. Chill out he probably just passed out after studying all night. Good lord. You are embarrassing.

Pottery date!

I am Old but all this paying by QR code freaks me out.

Oh hey Title's back. I guess I knew that would happen.

Okay NO. No, it is not your place to go off on the asshole former friend, Joke. Come on. What he did was wrong but it's been ages and if Zo wants to know what happened then it's on him to find out, not you. I do not like his high handedness sometimes. He really really needs to quit it with that.

Yeah I'd have blocked him too. I am super petty and I have blocked people for less.

JOKE.

"You could have been honest without being cruel." No but for real. This should be printed on a card and distributed because I swear sometimes people just don't get that memo.

Oh just make out already.

Thank you.

Hahaha all right, point to Zo. That was a good one. And since it ain't OF, I'm pretty sure Joke's not gonna turn around and sleep with someone else lol. So you know, it's a win. :D :D

Look, I make fun but like I said, sometimes you just need something sweet and uncomplicated and fun. And i firmly believe that there's room for both this and stuff like OF or even Dangerous Romance. We can have gritty and realistic, mean and fraught, and sweet and simple! They can coexist. In the same weekend even!

#hidden agenda #episode 7

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akash1618 · 1 month ago

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20 may. tuesday

barely had any work today. but honestly, got a lot of work done for myself.

did first draft for the email template, then a few screens, and documentation.

i thought i would have something on my plate, but it just didn't turn out. boss slacked me to visit his cabin, randomly post-lunch. but i was attending a bank call so couldn't go in. he messaged that he'd call me later. never did.

sat with understanding framer. because ofc react would take a lot of time. on second thought, framer is actually good. ok. somewhat. i must explore all it's possibilities before concluding. but i can definitely get a lot done with it rn the way i see it. it's just that it won't be much customisable for adding interactive elements. but ig i have found a workaround. i am super hoping it works.

i wanted to make a landing page animation. plain html/css/js. created four assets, and just put them on catbox, and then codepen. didn't write a single line of code, supplied the requirements to gpt, and with around four hours of iteration, i just got it out perfectly. i didn't write a single line of code. my js is weak. but never in my life did i think before that this would have been possible. grateful to gpt. two years of using it, and it's now that the ai models are superior. but it also ticks me off when i see people on linkedin use gpt to even reply to posts. it's a different thing to curate a post, or use it make it better. but for replies? oh. so bad. what would you do of those engagement numbers that don't even mean anything. it's not that some fortune 500 ceo is reading comments. lol, but why do i care? let them be bro. chill.

it started raining post-evening. i hate rains. but there's peace in watching it fall. when was the last time i watched it fall peacefully? long time, i don't remember. i just remember this feeling.

the smell of the mud. petrichor. when the rain has fallen enough. the smell gets lost. i get used to it. until just a random breeze hits me someday, and i love it all over again.

the best thing about rain? even if i hate it sm? i can sing. i have never sung in public before. i start yawning. my voice is bad. i sing without melody. but in rain, the sound of the rain covers my voice. the umbrella and the falling drops hide my face. i can sing the way i wish to. tried to sing "if not for you" by maneskin today. ah, it's while i sing that i realised that i remember no lyrics at all. and how much melody-less i sing. haha.

another thing i love about rain is getting to jump into pools of water on roads and splash water. yea, but i had my shoes on today. so no. phish, i forgot to order clogs.

and the famous mumbai water logging. just one rain in, and i see the streets flooded. airport street was filled. not even a proper rain, and then this :) miss, do you still love mumbai? more like, "only death do us apart" love? and maybe, just through chance, someone in it? haha. ig the only thing miss and i share in common is we both live in mumbai.

oh miss - i saw her at lunch while i was leaving. couldn't look at her because i was constantly being called by the "bank" so had to leave.

lol. yesterday - "bank" called me and told that they always had the fraud protection active on my credit card, and from the next month, charges shall be applicable. i had the option to disable it. it's around 500/pm. so makes 6000/pa. i don't even have a high credit limit on my icici cc, so asked them to disable it. that's like money being wasted. they told that a representative would call me.

the "representative" called today. things turned into him asking for OTPs. ofc cannot share OTPs right. i asked and dude said that some tasks do require me to. haha, this was the first time in my life i received such a call, so i was curious to know their mo, and how do they operate. i went ok. so stupid of me actually. shared around five OTPs with extreme "care". a rs. 1 transaction then. sure. then, a 26k transaction. haha, now i was curious. stupidly curious. asked the dude that it's a big amount. but funnily and stupidly did share that otp as well. idk what i was trying to do. i was smiling stupidly while sharing the otp. lol, the transaction got declined.

dude later called me and told that since i have set the credit limit to 30%, and already have an existing emi on it, i would have to set the limit to 100% through the app, and only then will the fraud protection be disabled. lol. now i had a big grin on my face. ty. i just blocked all the numbers he was later calling me from, and also the associates.

fraud? idk. i will check next month's statement if there's an actual extra charge levied for fraud protection. yes? i will call rm and ask him directly to assist. lol. today was so funny. why in the world did i even share otps. akash - never ever again, ok? sounded fun, but don't 😛

haha, i wanted to see what it's like to get scammed. but nah. i don't think that's cool. please mind your actions bro. also, they really seemed from the bank. i could sense that, but now blocked haha. still, the stupid is me. experiment?

no transactions were reflected for today in the statement. also changed netbanking password, just in case.

while returning from the canteen in the evening, went to get a lassi at the vending machine. uhh, well, saw miss at the coffee machine randomly. "oh. miss do you even realise how pretty you are?" is what i thought.

got two chhaas, and one lassi, and well, of three, lassi never fell. coworkers took their chhaas and left. and when i looked back at the coffee machine, miss had actually walked till the reception desk. next, i ordered two lassis, hoping one would fall. and well, the internet went slow. both my mobile and the vending machine's. lol, what timing. the next thing ik, madam had teleported to stand just right at the printer. idk how. ofc she walked, but i never saw it. we were not even two feet apart. i became nervous, my feet started tapping at a faster pace. "say a hi. say a hi" started ringing in my mind. my heart started beating faster. i looked at her. she had proly placed her coffee on the drawer that supports the printer. was busy looking in the mobile. i smiled and let her be. realised at that moment that just her existing around me makes my day. but then, since the orders of lassi had failed, and i didn't want to leave from there since miss was standing, i ended up ordering the winkin cow milk shake. miss left when the order had been processed. i kinda wanted to stay there for as long as i could there today. whispered "don't leave" ; only in mind though.

god, i think i am in love with her. deeply. i should say a hi soon.

should i cheat and ask sunny's friend to introduce me to her?

etayoh - the designer boutique. i miss it. it's closed. they used to display so many beautiful dresses. i always thought that i would get something from there someday. the last i saw it open, was on ram navami - they were selling all their kurtis for 50% off. they were shutting down. i had been watching that store since 2016. all these years. kinda hurts thinking about the store owners, or just anyone. when you put in your years, your dreams, and then one sudden day, you part with all of them.

songs - randomly remembered zehnaseeb today. so went to the hasee toh phasee album. but looped ishq bulava instead. so long i heard it . i hate punjabi songs, but this is an exception.

punjabi songs aren't my thing. i can listen to japanese or english, of which i don't understand a word, and still enjoy the melody and rhythm. hindi or marathi, and understand the lyrics somewhat fairly. but punjabi? it's the hybrid. cannot even understand the lyrics well, nor can ignore them.

ishq bulava is an exception because it's pleasing to the ears.

rain does make logging into diary difficult.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 7 months ago

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Alright I know I got two to do but let's do these in chronological order and start with 1-6, the OG finale. The original battle against Hope and Despair. Where Makoto and co face against the mastermind behind this scheme and fight for their freedom.

While I don't like how 1-5 is handled, what it does do well is set up for 1-6 decently well and the final investigation where it all goes for broke, either the cast find all the mysteries and escape from Hope's Peak or they all die. And yeah compared to other Chapter 6s where the information is spoon fed to you in the trials or in A2-6's case thrown at you like a tsunami, but yeah this is the most fun for a Chapter 6 you are gonna have as you feel like you are reaching the end of all the mysteries surrounding the school.

Makoto and Kyoko have some cute interactions at the beginning and we also find out that she's the Ultimate Detective, though let's be real you saw this coming. Heck my friend going through Trigger Happy Havoc already guessed by Chapter 2 that Kyoko's hidden talent is the Ulitimate Detective by how she acts and the way she can easily solve crimes. We also find out her relationship with her father and honestly, this was a missed chance by Junko to frame Kyoko as the Mastermind since her dad is the headmaster, she has a estranged relationship with him, and as such her motive for doing this is quite obvious.

Heck I think most people would have guessed Kyoko being the Mastermind due all the evidence and the fact she spends so much time with Makoto means that if its revealed like that, it would be a complete shock and horror to Makoto. Especially since Makoto and Kyoko's relationship is very much a slow burner, as Kyoko didn't trust anyone at first but Makoto's pure optisism and warm heart eventually won her over. The fact he willingly took the fall for her, is something that affected her deeply as Kyoko didn't need to go and rescue Makoto on her own, but she did it anyway to make it up to him.

I remember watching the Let's dub of Trigger Happy Havoc and they added a scene in Chapter 6 where after Kyoko asks Makoto to leave so she can be with Jin's remains theirs a small scene where Makoto can hear Kyoko quietly crying over her father's death. Obviously she didn't want Makoto to hear that and that's why she asked him to leave. It doesn't happen in canon but its a nice touch notherless.

And I also like how all the cast believed everyone but them set it up via photos which had them as the photographer. This however also exposed Junko since her face was the only one not shown while Mukuro's face is visuable to all to see. And this was a easier thing to debunk then Yasuhiro thinking Kyoko is a ghost which is the most stupid opening statement this franchise has EVER had.

Makoto's character development is more subtle then others, but 1-6 does show how far he's grown as a investigator because at the beginning of the game, he would pass out upon seeing a dead body and had to be subtly guided by Kyoko along the way, but now he's grown to the point that he notices the fact the morgue doesn't have the correct number of lights, meaning a dead body was used twice and given the Monokuma file, he deduced that it was Junko which lead to him believing not only is Junko alive, but she's the mastermind. And this by the way is something not even KYOKO noticed, and she's the Ultimate Detective for crying out loud.

The Junko twist was even funnier because the first time the West was aware of Danganronpa was via the Something Awful's Let's Play, a popular meme at the time was Yasuhiro in the Ancient Aliens pose saying JUNKOS as it was a meme that Junko Enoshima, who died in Chapter 1, was the mastermind, and lol and behold the JUNKOS meme was correct. Being a living meme has always been in Junko's code. Also its kinda a hint that I've been around the Danganronpa fandom for sometime now as that happened in its prehistoric times.

So everything up to Junko being revealed was peak as you really do feel you are applying all your mystery solving knowledge to uncover all the hidden secrets the school has and even figured out how the Mastermind faked her own death. And then Junko herself was revealed...and the trial took a swandive for me.

What I do I think of Junko? Long story short; I don't like her one bit. I feel that Junko feels very out of place in Danganronpa since this is a franchise where characters are complex, they all have 4th dimensional reasoning for their actions, and even something simple could be more complex then you think. So in theory the Mastermind must have good reasons to go against the school but no all we get as a generic Doomsday Villain who just wants to jack off to Despair. Having such a Ressaince Era Disney Villain doesn't really work for this franchise in my opinion as Junko is such a tonal difference to everyone else, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Now those villains work when they have entertaining and charsamatic personalities but Junko doesn't really dig it for me, the personality shifting while reflecting her chaotic and unpredictable nature is also one that doesn't match how Monokuma has acted up until this point and also what most people picture the big bad mastermind to be like.

Plus the fact that she's somehow responsible for the end of the world feels...stupid. Like really, really stupid. I remember before Goodbye Despair came out, it was a popular theory that Junko lied about the whole thing and when the survivors escaped, they were brought back to civilisation and Junko was arrested for her crimes. Something I feel is also how people feel about 3-6 and its ending so its poetic justice there. And even when future installments add onto this and explain how she ended the world, it STILL feels very out there and requires literally everyone around Junko to have their brains switched off while doing so. But what makes me really not stand Junko is how almost literally every antagonist, both canon and fangan, has to trace back to her. AI Junko is obvious, Monaca had to be groomed by Junko, Tsumugi is just a Junko weeb, Utsuro and Akane were part of the end of the world club like Class 77-B was, Akira also was a big fan and some other lesser known fangans also ride on Junko's coattails and it really annoys me that everything, and I mean everything has to come back to her. I know she's like the emboidment of Despair, but I just feel that it works better if Despair wasn't organised but rather these people found ways to despair on their own. After all if Despair is supposed to be chaos, why is there organisations that spread despair, should it be decentralised and just be people acting out and this is why the world cannot contain it?

Despair to Future Arcs does handle this very well by showcasing that the world is very broken and was just waiting for a revolution, plus Junko was adjusted massively so she has a massive axe to grind against the school and her insanity in the Class Trial was due to her literally be on drugs at the time. Like maybe Junko is a very charismatic character, but she doesn't vibe with me at all. She might be one of the most iconic villains in fiction, but I just don't think she's that interesting personally.

Mukuro has to be most shafted character ever as it took a fucking Tower Defence game Danganronpa crossed over with for Mukuro to FINALLY get official art to her, as they really want to keep it hidden she's the 16th Student. Guys its been a decade now and Junko is heavily promoted as the villain, I think the statue of limitations has passed now. Because yeah the difference between her and Yamato is at least LINUJ does something with Yamato before he dies whilist Mukuro is stuck in her Junko form until she dies.

And yeah it feels very cliche that all the survivors chose Hope, sided with Makoto and told Junko to fuck off as it feels cheesy and overcomplicated. My idea is that this is where the FTEs come in as if you spend time bonding with the characters, they would choose hope but they wouldn't if they weren't that close to Makoto. It not only highlights Makoto as a character but it also puts more control on the player as whenever or not Makoto and co get a happy ending depends on YOUR choices. Especially because I see Class 78 as the most disorganised and untrusting of the canon classes due to how many antisocial people there are in there so the fact Makoto is able to connect with them, and encourge them to fight back against Junko, really highlights his best character traits and be more satisfying then what we got.

I will say they nail the dynamic between Makoto and Junko perfectly and really show why these two are opposed to each other. And also why neither can win against the other. Makoto wants to see the goodness and kindness in others no matter what they are like, but Junko thinks she's pure evil so there is none there. Junko also cannot break Makoto because he always bounces back and since he's a normal guy, he doesn't have the same pressures as his fellow Ultimates do which were easier to Junko to exploit and break. It's really up to the others to choose whenever to side with Junko or Makoto, and in the end, they chose Makoto.

The state of the Tragedy though, as unbelievable and stupid the whole thing feels, is a chilling factor that the stakes of Makoto and co aren't just tied to them but to the world and how every death must have droven the world into more and more agony as Junko uses her dear classmates as pawns to squeeze the last drops of hope from the world. And yeah though Danganronpa 3 ruins it by having the Future Foundation show up like Uber taxis to pick up the survivors I did imagine the group surviving on their own, fighting back against marauding bands of despairifed people and the horrors of the post apocalyptic landscape that could have and has inspired many brilliant fanfictions, until Future Foundation finds them and they join their cause.

Especially because bear in mind, Danganronpa wasn't meant to be a franchise but a standalone title so everything in Trigger Happy Havoc was meant to be final and it was left unclear if Makoto and co would survive outside or not. Of course we know it sold decently enough in Japan to warrant future titles but there was no way when Kodaka first made Trigger Happy Havoc, that would be the case.

Another thing to note there is a unused ending where all the cast manage to escape. Now I don't know how this is triggered but this is later reused in Killing Harmony if you manage to be a expert parkour and get through the Death Road at the end of Chapter 1. But just know its there in the game's files.

So yeah while it might shock people 1-6 is so low. It really doesn't surprise me since while its a decent ending, that's all is to it, decent. Not good, not bad, just okay. And given how Makoto is as a character, I feel its most fitting ending for him.

Now since I skipped a day I know what today's is and hoo boy...this one is gonna be a wild ride as I have a LOT to say about the next one. And some facts that had they been implanted would have knocked the chapter MUCH lower down for you on terms of rankings.

//Yeah, Kyoko being the Ultimate Detective is a secret so obvious I wonder why they even tried to hide it. But one thing I need to quickly say is that Junko probably couldn't have framed Kyoko as a Mastermind simply from the fact that nobody, not even Kyoko herself, knew about it.

//It would have been met with some reasonable doubt considering no one had any way of proving who he was to Kyoko, but...at the same time, it's still reasonable I guess. Because this is by far the dumbest group of survivors in the series so far, and yes, that includes DR2's group, lol.

//And yeah, my god, I almost forgot about that opening twist. I think the main purpose of it was to put seeds of doubt in everyone else's intentions for the investigation only. If those seeds are sewn during the moment where everyone really needs to work together, then it REALLY affects how much investigation the group are capable of.

//But yeah, it really doesn't make sense as a gambit because it's solved almost instantaneously, and isn't given a second thought. Although, Junko mainly used it as trying to kill two birds with one stone. On top of the doubt, it's also the critical clue that suggests that everyone knew each other before the events of the game, and Junko was trying to push them in that direction.

//So it worked out in one way, and not so much in the other. But I think it's very creative of Junko there, because it's like "You thought that I was trying to use these photos to cause Despair by making you all think you were betraying the others, but IT WAS I! STOLEN MEMORIES!

/Also, wow, is that JUNKOS stuff really true? That's hilarious if it is.

//Alright, but its time to rag on Junko, and yeah, I honestly feel like if I'm going to formulate a response, I will kind of have to paraphrase your points first. But in general, I still stand that Junko is one of the best, even if she's not THE best, villains in the Danganronpa series.

//But only if you look at her more direct involvements beyond Danganronpa 1, and besides the many people she influenced.

//Also, yes, sure the series typically features deep, complex characters with nuanced motivations, but "typically" is the key word. Let's be real the range between the characterization of some of these morons in this series is like night and day. Some are some of the most fantastic characters in media and literature, others are among the worst pieces of shit you've ever seen.

//Junko does come across as a generic villain driven by an obsessive love for despair, which makes her shallow and tonally inconsistent, but I think even she manages to avoid being firmly stuck in the latter. Even with Danganronpa 1 alone, she's not THE worst, she's just...weirdly unintimidating and stupidly cartoony.

//The most ridiculous part of it is that Monokuma isn't like that AT ALL! Despite the fact that Junko is the one playing his character, and despite the fact that Monokuma's tone constantly shifts between being a silly billy bear and a psychotic murderer, he somehow pulls it off better. When Junko takes the stage, it's not even the fact that it's uncanny to see Monokuma's behavior through a human appearance, its the fact that Junko doubles down on it and makes it so non-serious somehow.

//This has always been one of my biggest issues with Danganronpa as a series and the way it tries to portray the power of Hope and Despair. Junko claims to love Despair as decentralized chaos, and the fact that even she can't control it.

//But...she CAN!

//It's completely contradictory to Junko's own statements because the way that she wields Despair as a weapon against others, and what she ultimately does that leads to the Killing Game and the collapse of society is just Despair becoming overly organized around Junko instead of arising from individuals acting on their own.

//It's just a contradiction, in and of itself, because no matter how much Junko spouts that she loves the unexpected twists of Despair, EVERYTHING she does goes 100% according to plan without fail.

//I've come around to Junko mainly thanks to how she's portrayed in the sequels. Especially Game 2. By Goodbye Despair, Junko’s death becomes the ultimate irony. She transcends her mortality, influencing events from beyond the grave.

//This positions her as less of a cartoonish villain and more of a haunting, almost mythic figure whose ideology survives her, adding a layer of dread to her character. The concept of Despair continuing to propagate without her direct involvement aligns better with the notion of chaos as self-sustaining.

//But that's a discussion for another time, and yeah, I can agree that I was not impressed with Junko at all when I played Danganronpa 1. Still aren't.

//As for Mukuro, as you might have seen, we have been having discussions about her, including the fact that her name Mukuro literally means "corpse."

//Which is the only thing in Danganronpa 1 that she's good for. They REALLY wanted to drive home that this character is nothing, and yet they gave her such an awesome backstory and cool concept, which just gets wasted in favor of this stupid valley-girl tyrant.

//It's honestly amazing that Mukuro is one of my favourite characters in the series from Danganronpa IF ALONE! I mean, look at Mukuro's resume across the whole series:

Danganronpa 1: Spends all of the game disguised as her sister, dies, and is only popped up again later when her corpse is recycled, while she herself is given next to no characterization beyond being Junko's sister; which feels like a cheap justification as to why Mukuro would willingly help her out.

Danganronpa 3: She's literally a human dog incarnate to Junko, bends over backwards in the face of abuse, and constantly wears one of two faces: "I am a non-character who is emotionally distant" or "I want to fuck my twin sister so badly."

Danganronpa Zero: She's...okay here? This is mostly showing off her badass capabilities and most of what she does is murder the Steering Committee and the Madarai brothers, without being much of a major character. She does get a cute moment with Makoto though.

Danganronpa Killer Killer: She appears in a flashback as the person who murdered everyone in Hijirihara's middle school and is something of his first love, but the only way she's really presented is with a bunch of emotionless doppelgangers which...what the fuck even?

Ultimate Talent Development Plan/Ultimate Summer Camp: She takes the appearance of Junko, and does not drop that guise even after three years at the academy, which Junko attends alongside her. There is legitimately no reason why she wears the outfit, pretends to be Junko, or anything like that. The literal only reason she's not herself here is because Chunsoft could not be bothered to pay Komatsuzaki to redo her sprites, and they didn't want to create a whole new character.

//Mukuro as a character just gets fucked over SO BAD by the writers. The only reason she managed to make it into ShiroPro is because there's still a keen demand for her among the audiences, and fuck me, I wish they DID something with that beyond a bonus novel, as good as it is.

//She not just stuck in her Junko form until she dies, she's stuck in it now and forever, and I doubt we'll ever get a spinoff where she isn't wearing it, assuming we get a spinoff AT ALL.

//The idea of using the FTE's as a means of beating the game is fun and all, but ultimately, that just complicates things. And it makes getting the real ending a hassle, because if this is our surviving group, oh my fucking god, half the people here are IN-FUCKING-SUFFERABLE!

//Toko and Byakuya get much better later thanks to UDG and DR3, while Hiro tries, but fails. But in Danganronpa 1, I utterly DESPISED all three of these people from beginning to end. Byakuya I was a bit more lenient with, because he'd already gotten his ass handed to him in a previous case, but Toko and Hiro were just...so dumb, I can't with either of them.

//To be fair, the thing with the Future Foundation is not as bad as you make it out to be. Because the Killing Game was being broadcast; everyone KNOWS where the students are, but because Junko set up unstoppable defence mechanisms around the school building, anyone who tried to step up to the plate probably got gunned down. So the moment Junko dropped the defenses after she died, I'm sure they were all ready and waiting for them, because they'd been trying to save them this whole time.

//Yeah, I'm pretty sure the unused ending was originally designed as a secret ending that you can get quickly, and I don't remember what the original way of triggering it was. However, they did reuse this later in School Mode and DR:IF.

//And yeah, I guess that does it. I am looking forward to seeing what you want to say for SDRA2 Case 4, but I understand you could say "had they been implimented it would have knocked it down." But the fact is they weren't, and we're stuck with what we've got, and this is where I've chosen to place it.

//So let's look forward to that.

-Mod

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radellama · 9 months ago

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C, G, U, Z for the vg asks (can't believe I forgot to send any)

also (if you want) N and O, but you can't repeat what you said last time

C: Least Favorite Game of all time?

I've played a lot of crappy games, but I think it'd be a tie between chrono cross and aragami 2. I find it pretty funny that I dislike them for similar reasons- the core of what irritates me the most is that with the increased scope, they throw away any connection or continuity from the game they're apparently sequels to. Both could be fine, or even great games on their own (aragami 2 would need a massive bug and performance patch tho lol) but they failed in their job as sequels for me. That's what makes them hurt more, the clinging onto the brand name despite clearly not wanting to continue with the expectations of that identity 😔

G: What’re you currently playing?

Very slowly playing Bowser's Inside Story on my DS, but I haven't played it in a bit... And Re4 with you >:)

Hoping to start up one of the games I reeeeeaaaaaalllllyyyyyyy wanted to play this year but haven't had the chance to yet, but idk what I'll play. I miss my PS4 😭

U: Favorite Handheld title?

If we're going by sheer numbers, it'd be Tetris ultimate LMAO. I play that the most on my 3DS >:)

But, for a real answer... I might have to say Minish Cap. I really love that game, and the aesthetic of the toon style worked really well in pixel art form here! It was a nice story to play, and I was fascinated with the puzzles that revolved around the gimmick of being small haha. It's very cute, and I had so much fun playing it over and over as a kid

Z: Game character you most associate with?

Associate with what lol. This is weirdly worded, so I'm going to interpret it as a character I personally feel connected with - and that'd be frog from chrono trigger 🐸

I can relate to a lot of things he's going through and how he presents himself, and I admire a lot about him. Even tho Magus is my fave, frog is close behind, and I even made a little frog from these weird bead thingies to keep on my desk during high school as an encouragement charm (among others hehe)

N: Favorite protagonist?

Claire Redfield. She's just a super cool lady, I like how she's very proactive (didn't hear from her brother for a while, decided to come up and see what's going on), she's very clever and resourceful (basically everything in all the games, but especially Code Veronica), and she's able to think quickly and stay calm under pressure (her taking care of Sherry during the Raccoon City incident, and her taking care of Moira in Revelations 2- even going as far as adapting how she worked with Moira so she didn't have to use a gun as she was uncomfortable using one).

I also really like how she's not an action hero type where she's super into the action guns-a-blazing on the battlefield, she takes a much more humanitarian approach and wants to help continue the kind of work her brother does by working with organisations that help the recovery and rebuilding after the fact. It's unfortunate that she was kinda butchered and not given a chance to shine that way in the animated movies/show, because we already have basically the rest of the resi protag group to take care of the action hero archetype. I really appreciate that she's obviously taken her brother's teachings of combat and weaponry training to heart, and can step up when the situation calls for it, I'd just love to see her more where her passions seem to be where she's working with Terrasave and such.

O: Favorite antagonist?

Albert Wesker. He's got an iconic look with the sunnies, and the whole black leather thing going on. He's a double crosser, develops a god complex, and he's a little bit goofy.

He starts off a lot more suave and collected, only letting his ego slip through when he's let himself get caught and reveals that he's been a double crosser all along. There's not much textually (in the remake, but especially not the og lol) about how harrowing that must be- but I like thinking about how fucked it is that you literally trusted this man as your superior for AGES just to have him use that trust as he leads you to your deaths in order to collect combat data for the enemy.

After that point, he lets go if any pretence and just leans fully into the superiority complex he has and working in the shadows to get what he wants. In all honesty, he goes so completely off the rails that his ideas/motives as a villain don't make any sense, which betrays the supposed intellect he's got, however it does illustrate how far off the rails he's gone and how highly he thinks of himself. I like the early stages (re1-cv kinda era) where it's grounded, but still a little bit goofy. I still wanna write a prequel series about how he was inducted into Umbrella lmao

Send some gaming asks from here

#rads asks #chemicalbrew #hehehe thank you #didn't mean for that to take so long but I've spent a bit of time off Tumblr while I'm working on my site LMAO #you know how it is ... tunnel vision leaves no time

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years ago

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Did I spend this morning rereading A Dream Come True again?

Yep. Zero regrets.

I wouldn’t object to peek ins on them if the urge ever hit to write more on this just saying 👀🫶🏻

this is very sweet and I am so very glad that you enjoyed it! because, well...

mastermind - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) - A Dream Come True universe

Word Count: ~1.8K

Author’s Note: I’m sorry Ghost lol

Warnings: references to sex, implied smut, language, the usual banter; otherwise, just some ~relationship development~ and an update on my fav duo ♥️🐙

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January 2024

The email lies buried beneath the myriad of holiday marketing newsletters you ignored and let build up in your inbox. Sales that have long since passed, codes like ‘HOLIDAY20’ and ‘HAPPYNYE�� expired from stores you shopped at once and never unsubscribed from the marketing.

It’s a Wednesday evening, and you’re sitting on the couch doing your best to mass delete the influx of unread emails from the past three months after receiving the notification that your storage is running low. A knit blanket covers your legs, and the scent of tobacco and teakwood drifts to you from the candle on your coffee table.

“What’re you giggling about over here?”

JT’s low timbre echoes behind you, the sound followed by the soft padding of his feet as he approaches the couch with a bowl of popcorn. His favorite nighttime snack, you’ve grown to learn over the past three months, so you started stocking your pantry with a box.

You aren’t sure exactly when things became so domestic and natural with him, only blissfully aware of the steady thump of your heart in your chest when his texts come through or the warmth that fills you whenever he kisses you. You’ve managed to get comfortable with his presence, craving it the same way you crave a sweet snack before bed, but you’re still adjusting to the idea that this is real. That he’s still here, returning to your bed, dutifully—eagerly—after every road trip.

Every time, he’ll sigh, find solace in the warmth of your arms, press his lips against your skin. He’ll fuck you, God, he’ll fuck you; somehow never failing to reveal a new place inside of you that blooms pleasure. Your body has never sang the way it does for JT, expertly coaxing melodies out of you that you didn’t know you knew.

But sometimes, he just lays, content to feel your warmth against his, head resting heavy on your chest until his breathing becomes steady and sleep takes him. His expression softens, hair falling out of its styled coif, wrinkles settling into the lines of his t-shirt—if he hasn’t already removed it. In those moments, you defy the heaviness of your eyelids to simply gaze at him, memorizing the shape of him in your bed, curled up against you underneath the blankets that will forever be embedded with his scent.

You can’t decide which you like more.

“I just got an email inviting me to the Toast of Hockeytown event in February,” you reply, accepting the weight of him on the cushion beside you before you steal a kernel from his bowl—your bowl. “‘Fans can look forward to enjoying live entertainment, culinary delights, drinks, and desserts while mingling with the entire Red Wings team, coaches, select alumni, and other local celebrities.’”

JT hums. “Sounds like an event you can’t miss. A chance to meet them?”

“I better make sure I wear my nicest dress. One that really shows off the goods, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” he agrees, eyes flicking to your chest—though it’s covered by a t-shirt, you can feel the heat from his gaze. “Think maybe you’ll get to fuck one of them?”

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth and you shove his arm at his crass joke. “It would be a good opportunity to try and snag someone’s number.”

“Oooh, maybe Larkin? He’s dreamy.”

“Nah, he’s too popular,” you shake your head. “Can’t aim so high as the captain. Gotta go for lower-hanging fruit. Maybe one of the new guys. Ghosty, you think?”

There’s the briefest flash in JT’s eyes that you would’ve missed had you not been watching for it. You catch it, though, smug with yourself that you’ve one-upped him at his own game.

“Heard his dick is small.” He feigns indifference, but you see the glint in his eyes. Your favorite eyes.

“You really want me thinking about Ghost’s dick?”

JT shrugs. “I’m the one sitting on your couch eating your popcorn. And I’m gonna be the one in your bed later.”

Check mate. The nonchalance paired with his confidence makes you weak—he’s right, and he knows it. You could have every one of them fawning over you, and you’d still pick him, every time. Once the joke falls and the silence settles, the sound of the Brooklyn 99 intro plays softly on the television in front of you.

As your mouse hovers over the ‘delete’ button, you’re reminded of the similar event you attended over two years ago—the one that led you to the man sitting beside you. You reminisce on how you spent days deciding on what to wear, even going so far as to get your hair blown out beforehand. Looking back, you’re a bit embarrassed at the effort, but as you feel the warmth of JT’s leg pressed against yours, you think to yourself it was worth it.

“I came to Denver specifically to meet you,” you blurt out, then freeze when you realize what you’ve just admitted to. Your heart thuds in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears as he pauses, three kernels of popcorn in his fingers halfway to his mouth.

Testing a glance at him, you’re surprised to see him pop each puff between his lips, one by one, taking his time chewing. Then, “I know.”

“You know?”

“You kn—the entire time?”

“The entire time.”

A sigh accompanied by a tidal wave of relief washes over you. If he knew, and was still here, it couldn’t have bothered him that much. “Do I want to know how?”

“Jus’ know,” he says with another shrug. Then your favorite glimmer shines in the warm chocolate of his eyes, the kind when he’s really feeling the banter. You love him like this. “You’re a bit of a whore when you’re desperate.”

“Joseph!”

An auburn eyebrow raises and he smirks. “You really gonna argue with me on that?”

Your silence is an answer enough, accompanied by flits of how he’s had you begging him on more than one occasion; you resist the urge to smack him at the smug ‘I told you so’ expression on his stupid, handsome face. “You’re not… creeped out?”

“Told you already,” he says around another mouthful of popcorn. “M’flattered. I think it’s cute.”

Heat simmers in your cheeks as you tell yourself you have no reason not to believe him; he’s still there, still eating popcorn out of the faded, red bowl you got from Target when you moved into your dorm at U of M.

It’s another few moments before he says something that catches you off guard.

“I came for you.”

There’s an air of hesitation about him, like maybe he’s been mulling it over as he finishes the last few bites of popcorn before offering you the remaining kernels in the bottom of the bowl. A peace offering, maybe, like he wants to even the playing field now that you’ve confessed something so private. Funny how this isn’t the first time this has happened to you with regards to him.

“What?”

“That night. At Tin Roof.” The second time we met.

“I know you did. You were inside me.”

JT smiles at your snark, a spark glinting in his eye as if he’s replaying the memory in his head. “No, I mean… I suggested that bar to the guys because I knew you were there.”

“What are you talking about?”

He clears his throat. “After we met—the first time—I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find you. I kept waiting to get a tagged photo from you, but never did, so… I started combing through my followers.”

Your eyebrows raise, heart swelling at the idea of making such an impact on him that he’d go through such an effort to find you.

“It took me awhile, but I finally found you,” he continues. “Imagine my disappointment when you were private.”

You hum, waiting with baited breath to hear the rest of his story. The memory of posting the photo of you and him comes to mind, his hand placement just visible on your side that gives you butterflies to this day, despite him having touched you far more intimately since then.

“I’d check back once in awhile whenever you crossed my mind. Still, private. I even made a habit of checking my DM’s in case you decided to message me after we won the Cup.”

“Hard to get,” you tease with a smile. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

His eyes glint again, acknowledging your quip—because you sure fucking have kept him on his toes. “And then I got a call from Steve Yzerman.”

The breath in your lungs stands still.

“We talked—and I loved what he had to say, don’t get me wrong; Detroit really had been on my radar for awhile—but after I hung up the phone, I went to check your page. Figured it couldn’t hurt. And you weren’t private anymore. And, by all accounts, you appeared to be single.”

You’re doing your best to keep your jaw from resting on the floor, absorbing his candid confession with no shortage of disbelief. Part of you wonders if this is a long, elaborate play to tease you for how you lusted after him.

“Saw the picture of us,” he adds. “And the caption, too.”

A grin breaks out onto your face at his reference. It had been funny at the time, so far-fetched, unthinkable that the contrast between then and now hits you in the chest. Call me JT xoxo, it had said.

“Thought you said I wasn’t the reason you signed.”

“You were… encouraging,” he says with a smirk. You don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to your body. You don’t expect he meant for you to miss it.

As tempted as you are to take that concupiscent gaze and use it to quell the heat that’s simmering between your legs, you can’t resist probing just a little more to see what else you can glean out of him. “So… the bar?”

“Oh, right,” he blinks, like he forgot he was telling a story; you can practically see the dirty images conjured in his eyes as they float away. “Pretty straightforward, really—before we went out that night, I checked your story, on a whim. You tagged the bar.”

“Joseph Taylor Compher, were you stalking me?”

For the first time, a tinge colors the pretty ivory of his cheeks and his expression turns… bashful? “Does it count as stalking if it’s on your public page?”

“I’m sure the police might have something different to say,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s only if I harassed you,” JT says. “And I’m pretty confident I did quite the opposite of that.”

He nudges your knee playfully, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you blew my mind, whatever, whatever.”

“You blew mine too, baby,” he adds, the tinge of huskiness in his voice undeniable. “But you knew that.”

And later, after he’s thoroughly appreciated your travel efforts to Denver, when your cheek is pressed against the warm skin on his chest, you whisper, “I can’t believe you were playing 4D chess this entire time.”

“What can I say? I’m a mastermind.”

#a dream come true #jt compher fic #jt compher fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #jt compher x reader #anon asks

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get-shiggy-with-it · 4 years ago

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PROVENANCE - ALL MIGHT X READER

COLLAB M.LIST | AO3

✧ pairing: soulmate!toshinori x afab!archivist!reader

✧ word count: 8.3k

✧ warnings: bee's first soft?, hahhah jk, smut and feels, soulmate!au, happy ending, reader get's picked up briefly but ya know, toshi is massive, mentions of blood (for Toshi's cough), praise, soft fucking, no prep, unprotected sex, size difference cause he's like 7 feet tall, reader is afab with no pronouns used, light cockwarming,

✧ summary: In which missing pieces are found. Or, you're an archivist working on the newest debut of the All Might Knowledge Base--the largest collection of information on the once famous number one pro hero and you end up with a bit more than what you'd bargained for when taking the job.

✧ a/n: Thanks to my beloved @/simultaneously-sick-and-calm for beta reading this for me. Soulmate is pretty loosely defined here. I wanted it to be a bit more ambiguous so like there aren't rules for it or a universe wide acceptance of soulmates. You just happened to find one. In any case, go check out all the other wonderful works in the latest BNHAREM server collab! The theme was obviously soulmates lol, just in time for cuffing season. Let me know if you enjoyed <3

There was something missing.

You’d felt that way through all the months spent working this project but especially now, as it drew to a close.

Of course, archiving the entire career of one of the nation’s most prolific heroes was never going to be a strictly easy feat. You were never going to be able to capture all of it, have it digitized and tagged and sorted for fast, simple retrieval—that was never going to be a reality and you’d accepted this early on in the endeavor.

But as you stared down at the mess of coding and scanned manuscript, the All Might Knowledge Base felt so terribly lacking. That’s what you’d tried to communicate to your supervisor at least, and although convincing her to push back the release date was a harrowing task, you had managed it.

It’s just a glorified wiki article, you’d insisted. There’s nothing here of value that the audience couldn’t go digging up anywhere else.

As it stood, the archive wasn’t anything more than a shrine to a concept—a symbol as tacky as it sounded—to an era. The real value of the project lay with the documentation of the man behind the mask.

Of course All Might couldn’t have incorporated an actual mask into his costume years ago to make your metaphor sound a bit more apropos.

And with enough poking and prodding and flaunting of your credentials in this particular area of study, you’d won out.

Interviews, she’d said. As many as you could record and transcribe by the deadline on the life of the man who had once played the role of the first ranked hero and how he’d subsequently fallen from grace. A few were already documented and filed away in their own special reference tab boasting an all new, never before seen biography section on the site.

But they weren’t quite what you were looking for. Didn’t reach deep enough.

You were hoping all that would change though,

Don’t fuck this up, read the subject line of the email still sitting opened in your inbox. Contained in it were the details and times of the latest interview subject your supervisor had obtained for you. Long time friend and fellow hero—although far more inconspicuous—Eraserhead had actually agreed to meet with you.

And, while a bit unprofessional, you understood your boss�� sentiment and the secondary meaning of what was left unsaid. Don’t fuck this up because you won’t get another chance.

Eraserhead famously never agreed to interviews with the media. Not that you were the media, or that you blamed him much, but it was a massive opportunity to speak with him—on the record no less—and any screw ups would mean all your efforts until now meant nothing.

Essentially, there was a lot at stake here, so the train ride over to the park you’d agreed to meet at was more than a bit nerve wracking.

The streetlights had already flashed to life by the time you got yourself a drink from one of the pop-up cafe stands and took a seat at the little outdoor tables to wait. You were shocked initially at the refusal to come to your university office, but meeting at sunset in a park two cities over seemed quite...on brand for your interviewee.

He lived up to his stealthy reputation as well, managing to stand directly behind you unnoticed until the low mutter of your name startled you into awareness.

“You’re the researcher, yeah?”

He sounded nothing like you thought he would, voice low and smooth and nonchalant. No commanding presence or flashy costuming. The loose, black fabric of his clothes swished quietly as he came around to sit on the bench across from you.

“Ah, yes,” you sputtered, halfway stood up to shake his hand even as he waved you off.

As if he sensed your frown beginning to form, Eraserhead locked you the understanding but authoritative look you’d only recalled seeing on professors in your undergrad classes—of someone who knew you had earned your place here, but could help you do it better.

“We haven’t got long,” he said by way of explanation. “Better to skip the pleasantries, I think.”

“Right, I guess we’ll get to it then,” you mumbled, fumbling a second with the audio recorder and portable mic before settling back in your seat.

“So, how does this work?” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You ask me questions, I answer?”

“I almost forgot you said you’ve never done an interview,” you found his presence somewhat calming despite what was riding on your success and the conversation quickly took on a much more familiar tone than you’d expected. “It’s supposed to be more like a discussion really, but I have some questions in mind to get the ball rolling if that’s helpful.”

“I’m not really sure how I could be of much help to you, but go ahead.”

You straightened your shoulders and took a sip of your drink to cool the dry burn in your throat. The hero in front of you toyed mindlessly with the scarf he wore, working the cords of it between rough fingers like a magician's coin.

“Well, I don’t how much my supervisor passed along to you, but I know you worked closely with All Might in the past and I was hoping you could give me some more insight,” you explained, eyes flicking between the infamous goggles around his neck and the condensation of your cup dripping slowly downward to form a puddle by your hand.

“Insight on what exactly?”

When you did manage to meet his gaze again, dark eyes, bloodshot and rimmed in red stared back at you as though they were fighting to stay open at all. You tried not to take offense as the man before you yawned just as you opened your mouth to speak.

“His life,” you said simply. “Outside of the facade, if you can call it that—who was when he wasn’t All Might.”

“Why?” he asked—not unkindly or accusatory, just curious.

“I know you’re not overly familiar with how interviews run, but you are aware that I’m the one meant to ask the questions, right?” you chuckled despite yourself and earned a somewhat reluctant twitch of the lips from your subject.

The only response he gave was a shrug of his shoulders and so you indulged him if only to keep the things moving forward.

“Well, that’s what matters, isn’t it? I’m sure you know what we’re trying to do, and the rest of it— everything we’ve collected I mean—that’s all just conjecture. I don’t feel like our work would mean much to the public unless we could offer a real, complete image,” you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up as you were wont to do with long term projects like this, but it felt too good to stop the flow of words. “What kind of friend was he? What was he like as a teacher? Did he always wear that yellow suit or was that just for the cameras?

Eraserhead nodded thoughtfully as you spoke, leaning back in his seat with his chin tipped towards the darkening sky.

“Look I’m not gonna sit here and tell you that he shat gold and we all kissed the ground he walked on,” the hero said, eyes still cast up and watering at the light from the setting sun. “But I get the feeling that’s not what you’re looking for anyway, so I can give you what I know, as long as you’re not gonna twist it all around after.”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head and shuffled to push the mic farther across the table, as you sat back and prepared to listen.

———

You felt strange as you rode the train back to your office and prepared to transcribe everything you’d just heard.

It was informative, certainly, and probably the most groundbreaking event of your entire career. But the whole ordeal, all of Eraserhead’s somewhat sarcastic and concise commentary ping ponged around in your skull like the shaking of the train car below you. It was hard to put your finger on exactly why the hours worth of audio had you so unnerved.

Maybe because the whole time, every anecdote he shared, every small detail seemed so...unsurprising. Like you’d known what he was going to say before the words actually left his lips. Not so much that you had some prior knowledge of how many times All Might had broken mugs in the teachers lounge, but all at once that was exactly how it felt. That you’d been aware of all this about someone before, just not All Might himself.

Like you’d seen it in a dream once before and it had been grafted onto your memories.

It was odd and left your tongue feeling dry and heavy in your mouth as you rushed through the sudden down pouring of early fall rain and into the university library that housed your offices. You pushed, dripping, past reception and shivered at the blast of temperature stabilizing A.C. that chilled the halls to your workspace.

The uncomfortable sense of deja vu with an unclear origin never left, but it was somewhat off put when you placed your bag down on the old carpeting and took a second to breathe. Documents littered all available surfaces, interspersed with used mugs and uncapped pens. The poster that was hung on the far wall in particular caught your gaze. Massive hands balled into fists on his hips, All Might stood staring down at you from the paper. His eyes were cast in shadow as always, blond hair edited to glitter as he stood triumphant.

It was a limited edition, and took quite a lot of scouring comic stores and memorabilia sites to find.

You’d felt it was lacking before, when you’d first hung it to save the piece from creasing. Though now, when you looked it over, he seemed fuller somehow. Or perhaps you were fuller, perhaps now that you connected these things you’d always known—that the yellow, pinstriped suit was a personal choice and he did indeed wear it daily—with the face, you felt a bit more complete.

The revelation was almost stranger, but you didn’t allow yourself the time to dwell on it.

Sitting instead to begin your newest transcription.

———

For as quiet of a person as he was, Eraserhead talked quite a lot. So much, in fact, that you’d been stuck at your desk for what was creeping up on four hours trying to dictate your own interview. Though it probably wouldn’t have taken you this long to reach the final five minute stretch if your supervisor hadn’t been mass emailing you throughout the entire process.

I forwarded you the invites to the department director’s engagement party by the way. Make sure you at least make an appearance. I’m aware that’s not really your type of thing, but I don’t want him thinking my employees are heartless assholes.

You rolled your eyes, switching tabs to type out a curt response dictating that just because weddings and all their accoutrements were not of any interest to you didn’t make you a ‘heartless asshole’ and reminded her that the H.R office was only a CC away. And you would love for the excuse to leverage yourself some time off and a little bonus pay.

Swapping back to your documents, only another minute of audio passed before you got a predictably scathing response.

I’m making this as unofficially mandatory as possible just for that. You should be happy for them and yourself considering how much more tolerable he’s been since the announcement. They’re kind of cute together really. They do look disgustingly adorable in the pictures he emailed out with the invites. Anyway, show up for long enough to say congrats and then leave if you are really so unaffected by true love. Not that I know how anyone could tolerate being around him for more than twenty minutes, but I suppose some people are just meant to be, you know?

You didn’t know, actually.

That whole concept wasn’t something you’d ever bought into much. The idea you could bump into a person some day and suddenly know that they’re the one for you was just so convoluted, and if that made you a ‘heartless asshole’ then so be it.

There were plenty of other and far more logical grounds to call you an asshole, and most of your annoyance on the subject stemmed from her chosen criteria. You knew just how abrasive you could be in office social gatherings. There was a reason you worked in the archives and not at the front desk.

Though the conversation did dredge up quite a few very old memories on the topic.

You had an auntie once, a long time ago, who used to try and fill your head with similar ideations. They were happy recollections for the most part. End of summer days, still too hot for much running in the wildflower fields, but nice enough to dip your feet in the little pond by her porch and sip cold barley tea sweetened with honey. She’d kneel beside you, sipping from pretty floral glass cups that you could still feel in your little palm if you thought hard enough on it.

You remembered little about her outside of the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and her affinity for romance.

She’d had a wife years before your mother started making you spend the summers there that she spoke of often. Never in a sad way, that you recalled, always fondly and with a brightness to her face that made her seem quite a lot younger than the wisps white hair at her temples might indicate.

You’d asked once how they’d met or why perhaps or some other foolish child’s question that made sense at the time.

Everything that she’d said to you wasn’t quite clear now, but the words themselves hadn’t been of much interest to you anyway. It was the way that she looked when she said them.

“I knew her before I met her.”

You could hear the hum of your auntie’s voice over the rush of the fountain in her pond and the clink of ice in floral print cups.

“I loved her the moment she told me her name.”

When you glanced up past the dying summer sun, she looked so much—well younger wasn’t quite the right word, but more present, softer, more alive. Back then, you thought she was just a bit old and full of it. But you couldn’t shake that look on her face that made you almost believe her, despite how outlandish it all seemed.

Then she’d pat your head with those creased, veiny fingers, and impart on you some old auntie sage wisdom that could have belonged to bedroom decals sold at those home goods stores. Never change for anyone and all that, the right person will come along eventually—all very unimportant things to a child. In truth, at the time, you were probably more concerned with whether the neighbor boys would be allowed to play in the garden after dinner.

And it held about the same significance to you for the rest of your life afterwards.

You weren’t entirely certain then, why that was what you were remembering now from those few weeks you’d spent with her years ago, or why the memory sent your gut to churning.

It left you filled with a strange sense of longing—not for summer or childhood or glass cups with barley tea—but something just out of reach. You wanted to go back now, ask her what that meant, what it was to know someone before you...knew them. To smile that way even after they were gone.

The poster on the wall stared grinning down at you—all triumph and power and black, shadowed eyes. You frowned back at it for a moment, brows furrowed as you took in the curve of his waist in skin tight costuming and the laugh so clearly halfway to bursting from his frozen lips.

And you still couldn’t be sure what exactly made you do what you did next. You’d been turned down so many times before, never quite getting through to anyone important enough or through the right channels. You opened up a new window nonetheless, leaving your supervisor’s email unanswered and the interview transcript unfinished to search up an old website you’d added to the archive months ago.

It wasn’t active much anymore, but in its heyday it had been a way for All Might fans across the country to send letters to their favorite hero. And sometimes—if they were lucky—they’d get a response.

You were sure it would all amount to nothing, but you clicked anyway, pulling up the little text box and typing in your email address and the name of your organization instead of including your own name. At least that might give you a fighting chance at seeming legitimate. The blank space to write your message flashed bright gold against the blue and red background. The cursor blinked as you gathered your thoughts and began to type.

Another handful of hours passed between the time you submitted your pipe-dream request to the All Might fan-site and when you finally completed the audio transcript. Just enough time for you to feel properly embarrassed about the whole notion. You were certain it had been disconnected ages ago and some poor programmer would see your fruitless last attempt to get a chance to interview the man himself for your precious university archive. Hopefully it would give them a good laugh at the very least.

You were most definitely not laughing as the clock creeped up on tomorrow and you contemplated whether calling a ride home would be worth the money.

Fishing the spare toothbrush out of your bottom desk drawer, you settled on stealing one of the comfier couches in the lounge to nap on until the sun rose when the ring of an email notification alert rang through your headphones. In a flurry, the desk chair shot out on it’s wheels as you yanked the cords from your ears in shock and the linoleum sent a jolt through your spine when you landed flat on your ass below the desk.

Grumbling and grabbing at the tabletop, you pulled yourself weakly to your feet and scowled down at the screen, ready to rip your supervisor a new asshole for emailing you past midnight.

But it wasn’t anything from her sitting in your inbox.

Instead, it was a stock email address with a message on a familiar, brightly colored red, blue, and gold background. The sender greeted and thanked you for submitting to the All Might fan contact site. They were flattered that you’d reached out to them and would be happy to help you if they could. Would Friday work for an interview and if so, what would you like to know? They hoped you were having a good week and to hear back from you soon.

Included at the end was a phone number and a secondary email different from the site auto response.

And it was signed

Best,

All Might

———

“Your guest is here” the receptionist drawled over the phone line and your heart took the opportunity to make itself known, pounding against your ribs at the news.

“Great, uh, send him up to conference room two, please,” you responded curtly and slammed the phone back in it’s dock before saying anything further.

You could apologize for the abruptness later. Now you had to run through your list of interview questions for the umpteenth time to avoid making a further ass of yourself before he found his way to the elevators.

It was not the Friday after you’d miraculously come in contact with someone who was at the very least impersonating the former pro, All Might. No, it was exactly two weeks later. Two weeks as that—and a horrifically awkward selfie that could have passed for a middle aged man’s facebook profile confirming his identity—was how long it took to officially verify that the man who had reached out to you was indeed All Might himself.

He’d been incredibly gracious about your less than warm reception. Though really who would fault you for harboring a healthy amount of suspicion. It was incredibly unlikely that All Might would still have access to whatever burner account was set up to respond to submissions through his old website. And even if it was him, no one else on your team had ever been successful getting in touch before, so why answer you now?

Truth be told, you were still a bit suspicious, fully prepared for a whole other individual entirely to walk through the conference room doors and equipped to defend yourself with the office landline if it came to an exchanging of blows.

But it, somewhat predictably, didn’t come to that.

No, the massive slip of a man who walked through the conference room doors—all long limbs and sharp cheeks—wore exactly the same toothy half-smile as he had in the selfie still saved to your photos. You’d never actually seen him in real life back when he was still working the beat, though you thought seeing him in interviews compared to all the newscasters gave you a good reference of his size.

But nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.

He was huge, towering over you in a way that might have been intimidating—probably should have been intimidating—but which did not shock you at all. It was as though you’d been dwarfed by him before, already accustomed to the strange orientation of becoming so small in so little time.

Those same blonde waves framed his thin face and his eyes, while more visible now, you would recognize anywhere. You’d spent months staring into them through screens and on posters and in photographs—you would know them blind at this point.

He was breathtaking in a way and also so wholly familiar that there was nothing remotely surprising about this hulk of a man before you, who had leveled buildings and sent more than a few villains into orbit in his time.

Perhaps that was what happened when you studied someone for so long, you thought. You knew them before you knew them.

Hmm.

“Hello,” you greeted him rather stupidly, stumbling to your feet to meet him at the door. “Thank you so much for agreeing to talk with me.”

All Might smiled down at you. Just the concept of him in the flesh was hard for you to wrap your head around before and it was even more of a challenge when presented with the evidence of the crime. One massive palm encased the whole of your hand when you reached out to shake his and offered your name.

You forced yourself to look up from his shoes as you spoke just in time to catch the strange faltering of his smile, the glaze in those eyes that were burned into your brain like the sun on an unshaded gaze. For a brief moment, he didn’t speak and squeezed your hand in his grip—a little too hard and a little too long.

Only when you began to pull away did he seem to break from his trance.

“Ah, it’s nice to meet you,” he replied dryly, letting go of your hand to cover his mouth. “And you don’t need to thank me, I’m honored you asked.”

“Hah,” you chuckled despite yourself and motioned for him to take a seat across from you. “You’ll have to excuse me if I find that a bit hard to believe. My department spent months trying to get in contact with you.”

“Well, in that case, you’re excused.”

The smile on his face and the laugh—followed by a dry cough—seemed genuine and you were thankful you hadn’t identified yourself as a heartless asshole quite yet. Though the undertone of unease remained in the way his knee bounced under the table and the flickering of his eyes away each time you looked in his direction, like a child caught staring in a supermarket aisle.

“Thank you kindly,” you quipped, too preoccupied with your own nerves and the rushing of blood in your ears to be much concerned with your subject's plight. “Would it be alright if I asked you some questions now?”

“Right, of course,” he sat up straighter in his chair, towering even further over your. “Ask away.”

And so you did.

Once he started talking, got into the rhythm—past those first, awkward moments that came when talking about yourself to a stranger—All Might seemed to relax into you a bit. Not so fidgety or refusing to meet your eye.

He was...funny really. In a dad sort of way.

Awful jokes that made your brow crease but also endeared you to this massive man whose legs barely fit beneath the table with incredible speed.

Some of your inquiries were serious and a bit personal, which took all in stride.

Did he ever feel as though he’d let down all the millions who’d become dependent on him? Yes. Did his hero work affect his personal relationships? Of course. What led him to be, well, the way he was now? A lot of things. Was the cough a part of that? Yes and he was sorry for how unappealing it was.

Others were a bit more lighthearted, meant to give the viewers a feel for his personality and not just his faults.

When he taught, did he pick favorites? Yes, though he probably wasn’t supposed to. What was he doing in all his newfound free time? One of his former students showed him how to use Twitter and that had been occupying most of his time. If he were stranded alone on a desert island, what three things would he take with him? Flint, fresh water, and a good book.

Talking with him, as awkward and strange as it seemed, quickly felt routine.

As though you had been meeting for coffee on your lunch breaks for years now. You found yourself anticipating the wild gestures of his hands when he spoke or the way his voice would sometimes slip into that lower register when on the subject of his old days of hero work.

You found yourself truly disappointed when the timer on your phone began to chime, alerting you to the end of your allotted time. The two of you were silent for a second, staring down at the offending screen as the haze of conversation was shattered and reality flooded back in.

“Shit, I guess it really has been that long,” you mumbled and flicked off the alarm.

“There’s a saying about that I think,” he grimaced a bit, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Time flying etcetera…”

“Yeah...”

There was another pause then, both of you looking at your respective laps and you thought for a split second that All Might might say something else. But those lips with just a trace of red at the corners opened and shut twice before sealing themselves closed without uttering a word.

“Well, thank you again for coming Mr. All Might, Sir,” you said, and rose pushing yourself up to the door.

His shadow engulfed you when he stood to follow, hand still tugging the back of his neck raw as he joined you at the exit.

“No problem, and you don’t have to call me that,” his eyes flicked around the room before finally settling on your face. “I haven’t been All Might in a long time, really.”

“Right, well, um—what should I call you then?” you asked, taking the hand he offered to shake a final time.

“Toshinori,” he said softly. “Yagi Toshinori.”

The words left his mouth with that little quirk at the edge and all at once you were free falling. That same feeling right before you drifted off to sleep, when your brain thought you were dying and jerked you awake just to make sure.

Your breath caught and burned in your lungs, your eyes stung and your knees felt seconds from turning spontaneously to dust.

His hand swallowed yours and it really did feel as though you were being consumed in that moment, with this strange, ton of bricks revelation.

I knew her before I met her.

And you did, you found yourself knowing the guilt and the shame and the lingering pride in who All Might Toshinori had left his legacy in the hands of. You knew the ache in his cheeks and weight on his shoulders and knew how lost he felt without them.

I loved her the moment she told me her name.

And you did.

You did.

It was such a strange thought, so preposterous and so certain.

The sky was blue.

The grass was green.

Your office smelled of stale coffee and warm printer paper.

You loved Yagi Toshinori.

Even before you’d met, you had known him your whole life.

It was both simple and horrific. A ripping apart and a sewing together kind of sensation. And all the while you watched yourself reflected in the shadow of his gaze, come to terms with these truths in the few seconds between his name on your lips and your hand in his grasp.

“Toshinori,” you repeated slowly.

But it wasn’t really a name, not a statement but a question—hung in the air and begged for a response.

Was it real?

Did he know?

Did he love you too like the sea met the shore and the sun burned your skin?

“Yes,” those blood stained lips mumbled in the stark light of the conference room with nothing but the whir of the a.c to fill in the silent gaps.

Yes.

The whole feeling was akin to breathing really, but only in the sense that your whole life you’d been taking in air with half a lung and for the first time you were really full to bursting. Everything was so much more now, and it might have been beautiful if you were not also made suddenly and horrifically aware of how empty you had been until that point.

The wave of warring ecstasy and regret and a slew of other various thoughts and feelings and memories that weren’t yours came crashing around you again. All that new air leaching into your bloodstream made the lights seem blinding and the rattling of the vents, a stampeding beast.

“I’m sorry,” you rasped, throat dry and hard around the developing lump. “I have to go.”

The hallway was a blur before you as your hand slipped from his grip and you rushed to the staircase. You could hear him behind you, the strangled calls to wait, don’t to stop, please.

But you didn’t stop, not until the chill of the archives washed over you again. Not until your office door was slamming shut and the lock was clicking. Not until you were surrounded by the stale coffee scent and sliding down to the linoleum floor.

Not until the sob bubbled it’s way out of your mouth and into the printer paper air.

———

Your apartment was cold, air conditioning turned as low as you could justify before the motor froze and left you to uncanny quiet.

Before you’d rationalized it as a copying of environments, trying to simulate the constant chill of your library basement office. Finding comfort in numb toes and the need to quilts tucked over your shoulders.

Now you were starting to wonder if it was just a way to excuse the constant icy feeling in your joints that had only dissipated with the touch of massive fingertips over the back of your hand.

You never used to shiver before, but you did now, teeth threatening to clack as you hid away on the couch behind closed doors and curtains. Had you never noticed before, the bite of the freezing air? Or had you recently discovered a warmth to compare it to?

A week you spent shaking in layers of blankets and cushions, pawning off the task of transcribing your interview on an intern so you could hole yourself away at home. Avoid hearing that voice again, in its baritone rumble that you could feel in your ribs.

You thought you might die if you did.

Though really, you felt you might die if you didn’t, and now it was just a struggle between which burn was worse?

The cold or the skin-warm flush of palms that could swallow you whole?

After the interview—when you’d made a fool of yourself despite all efforts to the contrary and run like a soap opera star to cry loudly in your office—you had made no further attempt to contact...him.

It was painful even to think the name in the silence of your skull. Whenever you did, that terrible joy and mourning filled your chest all over again and your eyes were so bloodshot already, they would have given even Eraserhead a run for his money.

The first few days spent in self imposed hibernation, you’d done a lot of rationalizing. If you only thought about the feelings and tried to make sense of them, map them and graph them and input them into excel sheets, then you wouldn’t have to feel it. And that had worked for a time.

But that required acknowledgement of the situation and kept it too present in your mind. Made you think of your auntie. Of the white hair at her temples and floral print glass cups of sweet, cold tea and crows feet at the corners of her eyes.

From years of jaw aching grins.

And then you could only wonder, how?

How did she do it? How was she alone for so long after when she realized the emptiness that had gnawed at her bones before?

I knew her before I met her.

In your memories she looked so gut wrenchingly happy, even in that massive house, deserted but for her and you in those summer months with the neighbor boys and the garden by the pond.

Because you understood it now.

I loved her the moment she told me her name.

That bit was easy, far easier than you’d ever thought it could be. So why did it feel as though you were stumbling in your own funeral march, bearing your own coffin, burying yourself six feet deep as the organ chimed dully through the graveyard of every day before now.

When your coworkers and your auntie and those awful Hallmark movies that miraculously played at all times of the year talked about love at first sight, they didn’t tell you how badly it hurt.

And that despite it all, life kept fucking going.

And you had to keep fucking going.

Even after the world had shifted, there were still emails in your inbox and projects reaching their due dates.

It wasn’t clear to you, at that moment, why you suddenly felt as though you ought to check said emails. Not when that hadn’t been a worthwhile task to expend any energy on for days now. But you let the haze of routine take over and fumbled for your laptop among the couch cushions.

There are plenty for you to click through or delete and pretend later they went straight to spam. Some from your supervisor—who had apparently not noticed you weren’t in the office—asking you for coffee runs and being subsequently disappointed when it went hours without a response or a caffeine fix. Some were CC’s confirming venues for the conference, others from fans who were still contacting your hotline to submit used All Might tissues to your knowledge base.

And one, just at the top, from a familiar burner address, the message on a bold red and blue background with gold stars littering each corner. You clicked on the notification without a thought.

Hello, it greeted you simply, using the small space allowed to type only one line into the body. I came across some documents that might be helpful for your research, would you like them? he asked.

Best,

Toshinori

And maybe it was the name, standing out in stark black text against the colorful background that forced you to read it. Forced you to think it and feel everything you’d been trying so desperately to avoid. And maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take the cold.

Because maybe he felt the same, and the only thing that felt worse than this was the awful notion that he might feel this way too. And it would be all your fault.

So after a breath, you typed a short and fast response. Just a simple “yes.” Your address at the bottom, unsigned.

———

He was there in a split second you thought, but it was most likely a little over an hour later when you heard a soft knock on the door.

You didn’t bother with the peephole.

You’d know him blind.

And when you finally opened the door, when your eyes traveled up the expanse of his legs and chest that was thinner now but still carried the weight of his shoulders, when you found those eyes again—that’s when it all clicked.

You felt it in your bones the same way you felt him there. That there would be no fighting this. That the mourning stopped when you let the last petal fall. That your legs only burned when you tried to run.

Toshinori looked down at you unwavering as you stepped back to let him cross the threshold, let the door shut and the lock click with you both on the same side.

“I, uh, brought you the files,” he stuttered, taking a step towards you and setting the stack of manilla envelopes on your hall table gently, eyes never leaving your face.

“Thanks,” you replied, and matched his movements until your toes pressed to his boots.

Had he been anyone else, anywhere else, at any other time, the following silence would have been unbearable.

But he wasn’t anyone else. He was Toshinori, and because you loved him—inexplicably and despite all logic—he would never be unbearable.

And what a lovely, terrifying thing it was, to know that with such certainty.

“I want to kiss you,” his voice was so close as he arched his back almost in half to press your foreheads together. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why, but I think I might die if I don’t.”

“It’s alright,” one shaky hand came up to cup his jaw in your palm, feeling the fresh stubble on his skin. He smelled like aftershave with just the slightest hint of copper. You pressed your thumb to the corner of his mouth, wiping away the flecks of dried crimson. “I want to do more than kiss you.”

You had just long enough to hear the hitch in his breath, the catch of it in his throat, before your feet were no longer on the ground. On a reflex, your ankles crossed behind his back as one hand looped under your thighs and the other guided your lips to his.

Soft with just the right amount of drag—you had never understood what it was to melt before then, but that had to be the word for it. For the way you every muscle in your body went limp as you took a stumbling breath and pressed back against him.

He was so warm when you dipped the tip of your tongue out and he groaned, dropping his jaw so you could taste the deeper heat in his mouth. He was wet inside, spit leaking down your chin as you gripped his face and and shoulders, filling your apartment with the smacking sound of your mouths.

“Fuck,” he swore against you as you licked behind his teeth and drew his bottom lip between yours to nibble lightly before returning it.

“Yes.”

And he probably hadn’t meant it as a suggestion but you wanted that too. Wanted it very immediately and had the proof running down your thighs to show for it.

“Yeah?”

He pulled back just enough to pant against your chin, dipping down to nip at your throat and rest his head against the crook of your shoulder for a moment before pulling himself back to your mouth. He was sloppier about the entire ordeal than you’d expected from a man like him. Not that you minded much. As long as he kept touching you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, cradling his cheeks in both hands and sucking his tongue past your lips again.

“Shit, I—okay, where?”

“Third door on the left,” you mumbled against his lips, never pulling back more than an inch so that your noses still brushed. So you could still feel his breath fanning over your face.

You close your eyes then, content that he’d find his way and you could busy yourself with sucking bruises down his neck, only pausing when the mattress hit your back.

Toshinori broke from you then, staring down as he bracketed your head with his arms. His boots had been discarded somehow in the path from your door to the bedroom, his jacket too was gone but it wasn’t enough. You wanted skin. You wanted flesh and blood.

He barely seemed to notice as you yanked at the hem of his shirt impatiently, moving his arms for you to toss it aside as he spoke.

“You’re beautiful.”

You felt his voice in your ribs like a second heartbeat and never wanted it to stop.

“I wanted to tell you before but—” he trailed off as those hands nearly bigger than your head stripped away your top as well, taking your loose pants along with them. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you frowned, pulling him down to you again and pushing your toes against the waistband of his jeans until he took the hint and shifted them down his hips.

It didn’t occur to you to try and cover yourself. You were safe here. You would always be safe here.

“That it took so long to find you,” he whispered, trailing his hands down your sides and squeezing in all your soft places. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be looking.”

You could feel him now, all bare skin pressed to you. The weight of his cock was thick and heavy on your thigh and you pushed back at his shoulders, legs hooked over his waist until he turned and let his back rest on your pillows.

From your new position, you could stare down and take him in finally. His thighs felt so hot under your ass, the length of him trapped bobbing between your bodies, nearly the width of your forearm and just as long. Your eyes traveled and your hands did too. First to father the slick spilling from his tip and pump him slowly in your fist, shuddering when he whimpered at the touch.

The scar on his torso caught your eye when you managed to look away. It was old now but gnarled still and your free fingers traced the raised edges of it lightly before you bent down to place a kiss at the center as you stroked his cock and left your own wet mark on his thighs.

“Need you now,” you mumbled against his lips, leaning down to capture them again as he moved your hips to drag against the muscle supporting your weight.

“Not yet,” he groaned like it pained him to say, fingers traveling from your hip to your slit and trying to push inside as you squirmed away. “It’ll hurt, here—”

“I want it too,” you insisted, pulling his hand away and nuzzling your cheek to his palm instead.

“No, just let me—” his other hand moved to thumb at your clit, finding just the right pressure at first contact as though he’d done it a thousand times before.

Those blue eyes stood out against the violent flush of his face, brows furrowed while he tried to work you open but you couldn’t have that.

You needed it to burn, you needed the heat and the ache of it because in the haze and the wonder it was all starting to feel a little unreal. A bit too good to be true and you had to have the sting there, the splitting in your core to remind you he was there. That it wasn’t some cruel dream, another memory to hold on to for too long.

And so you swatted his hand away, rearing up until the sensitive head of his cock—so pretty and red and leaking over your fingers—nudged your entrance and sank slowly past the ring of muscle.

It did hurt, but watching the concern etched into his gaunt face melt into ecstasy was well worth the throbbing of your cunt at the intrusion. You could feel the burn in your eyes as well, prickling at the corners as you dropped your hips a few more inches at a time until you were seated on his lap completely.

You took a few shuddering breaths, teeth digging holes through your bottom lip until one, massive palm came to rest on your stomach. Toshinori was watching your face intently, intensely, eyes warm and awed as you sat atop him all at once.

The thumb still on your face stroked softly at your cheek, collecting some of the stray tears from your lashes and tugging you gently down to his chest. You whimpered low at the feel of his cock shifting where it was buried inside you, but followed his pull regardless. Your head rested just above his heart, the dull thump of it audible over the sound of his labored breaths.

“Shh,” he held you close with one hand on your head and the other lightly resting on the small of your back.

His cock twitched inside even as he lay still.

It was so much, so good and so right and felt so thoroughly as if you’d been born to do this that the simple notion you had ever settled for anything less made your mouth go dry and your eyes threaten to spill all over again.

You stayed that way for quite some time, just sharing in your collective warmth, hands tracing all available skin and committing the dips to memory. It wasn’t until you lifted your head and caught his gaze that either of you moved.

It was slow, the grind of his hips into yours. That lazy and deep kind of fucking you never thought could feel so overwhelming, but it had moans bubbling past your lips in seconds. He barely bothered to pull out at all, just rocking against you at just the right angle to have the thick tip nudging some glorious spot deep against your walls.

“S’good,” you managed to gasp as the curls at the base of his dick rubbed deliciously against your clit. “So good Toshi, fuck—”

“Yeah?” he grinned down at you, not that forced tugging in his cheeks you’d grown so accustomed to, but a real one with no ulterior motive.

You desperately wished he wasn’t so tall in that moment, if only so you could reach his lips and kiss him while he fucked you deeper and harder and better than you could have ever dreamed possible.

“Yeah.”

The air rattled in his chest as his breaths came quicker, eyes rolling back just a bit so you could catch a glimpse of the whites behind them.

“Never felt like this before,” he grunted before his head flopped back to the pillows and you hummed your agreement before letting yours come to rest just over his beating heart again.

There was no shouting or throat rending groans as the two of you softly worked each other to the edge. His hand found yours again and laced your fingers together against the sheets while he ground his cock into you over and over until the dam finally crumbled.

You heard your name whispered as his grip on you tightened and familiar heat washed through you spreading in pins and needles out from your cunt where Toshi painted you full of his release and left you warmed from the inside out. It was not explosive or earth shattering. It did not have to be. The waves of pleasure rolled through you for ages after you’d come down from your high, little shocks tensing in your soaked thighs with every breath you took.

His arms were the only thing to move after you had both settled into each other, keeping you locked to his chest.

As if you ever wanted to leave it.

After a few moments of blissed out silence, you felt him soften against your walls, slipping out in a gush of combined release. You’d have to buy new sheets. You’d buy a thousand if it meant that he’d keep helping you ruin them.

No longer tethered to his hips, you shimmed up his massive torso so his lips were once again within reach. Toshi hummed as you shifted to the side and he followed suit, tangling your legs together and licking lazily into each other’s mouths.

You broke the most comfortable silence of your lifetime first.

“I suppose I’ll have to drop out of the development team now,” you said, burrowing deeper into his embrace.

Finding a puzzle-piece perfect space for yourself against the contours of his body.

“Why’s that?” he asked, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he spoke.

“I think this probably violates multiple articles of the archival ethics code,” you mumbled and breathed him in again, the clean scent of sweat and blood and cologne.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

He said it with such utter sincerity that you couldn’t help the cheek splitting grin that forced its way onto your face. You surged forward to kiss him again. And then another time after that, just to make sure it stuck.

“Don’t be.”

#yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori x reader #all might x reader #all might x you #soulmate au #tw size difference #tw blood

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goosewriting · 2 years ago

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500 subs prompt event! 🎉

gather round, my goslings, 'tis time 🦆🐤🐤🐤🐤🐤

under the cut you will find a prompt list, which i selected from here: writing prompt list by @make-me-imagine. it's pretty long, so take your time looking at them all lol as always, thank you so much for the support!<3

THE RULES:

PLEASE read my main rules which you'll find right here in my pinned post. while you're there, take a look at my masterlist to see what has already been requested, to avoid being too repetitive

only 1 turtle per request (Leo, Raph, Donnie or Mikey x reader)

these will drabbles, so around ~500 words each

only 1 or 2 requests per person!

remember: requests for these open on January 7th at 14:00 CET

Your request must include:

one turtle of choice

1 or 2 prompts from the list (as in the colour-coded numbers). please specify who is saying which!

specifics on the setting/situation you have in mind

Example of a request:

“purple 3 for Raph, pink 1 for reader, where reader got badly hurt in a fight”

this example would be a Raph x reader, with the prompt 3 from the angst list is said by Raph, and prompt 1 from the fluff list is said by reader.

if you have any questions, please ask!

any reqs that don't follow the rules will be ignored :)

the prompt list: (colours are only for visual reference)

Angst/Emotional:

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

“Just please open your eyes.”

“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

“Just please, don’t leave me.”

“Why does everyone always leave?”

“It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop.”

“I never ask for help because I’m not sure I know how.”

“It’s alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart.”

“What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

“I wish I was brave.”

“What's the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?”

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?” (this one screams Leo lmao)

“I’m scared.”

“I don’t need you to tell me who I am!”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Will you even miss me at all?”

‘“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!”

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy.“

“If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

"Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“You left without saying goodbye.”

“For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!”

“Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.”

“Whatever you do, do not turn around.”

“No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave, and then you did.”

“I’m a fool for believing you meant what you said.”

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

“You are not your past.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Whatever you do, do not close your eyes.”

“I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.”

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

“I’m just tired of being tired.”

“Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

“I always said I’d die for you.” “I didn’t think you meant literally.”

Fluff/Romantic:

“I just can't see myself ever living without you.”

“If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

“The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

“I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“Go with me?” “Only if you hold my hand.”

“I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

“You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting to.”

“I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

"All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

“They don’t compare to you. Nobody does.”

“I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you.”

“No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.”

“I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You brought me breakfast?” “Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I’d make sure you ate something.”

“Everything feels right when you are with me.”

“I don’t care what others say, I want to be with you and that’s all that matters to me.”

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.”

“I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

“I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

“I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

“Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

You are my family.”

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

“Take my jacket, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“I’d wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I’ll be right here.”

“I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

“You came all the way here for me?”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

“What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“The world gets a little brighter when you're around.”

“They say we won't last.” “Then let's prove them wrong.”

Miscellaneous:

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“Next problem… we might die.“

"Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“I think… Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

“At least I kept my promise.”

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

“…Did you just sniff me?”

“I hope you find it someday.” “Find what?” “Whatever it is you’re looking for.”

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Can someone explain to me, in not so many words, why they are here?”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” “Why didn’t you text?”

“You’re bleeding.” “No kidding.”

“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

“I hate that I let you convince me to do this”

“We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!”

“Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!” “I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here.” “You gave me a heart-attack!”

“What are you doing here?” “I got locked out of my house.” “Again?”

“I can’t stand you!” “Then sit down.”

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” “I hope the surprise involves food.”

“You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

“I like being wanted.” “You should NOT like being wanted by the police!”

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my butt.”

“What happened?” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” “Uh, short?” “I made a mistake.” “Okay, long version.” “I made a very very big mistake.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” “Not without crying.”

“Are we all on the same page?” “Yes. Just of different books.”

"I’m sorry, were you talking to me? I tend to zone out whenever you start speaking.”

“What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh”

“If I survive this, I’m killing you.”

Scenario Prompts:

For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is the reader/character in your request.

Fall asleep in the same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each other's arms.

Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

Running from dangerous person or monster.

Hunting down dangerous person or monster.

Get locked in somewhere together.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s an accident until their hands gently wrap around yours.

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

B taking care of A when they are sick.

Holding hands underneath the table.

Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

B comforting A as they wake up from a nightmare.

A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

Cliff/floor breaks out beneath A and as they fall B manages to grab their hand at the last second.

Walking together and it starts to rain, so they grab your hand and you start running until you can find somewhere to escape getting wet.

There’s a big storm going on outside while A is at B’s house, so B insists they sleep over.

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as their head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

A bringing B groceries because they knew they forgot to buy themselves food again.

B is sad because they accidentally threw something important away. A shows up later with said thing, smelling like trash.

A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B’s desk.

B helping A step down from a high place by taking their hand, and then not letting go as they continue to walk.

Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

#500 goslings event #500 goslings rules #goose honks #rottmnt x reader

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vicea · 4 years ago

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dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson)

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour...

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea)

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon!

#dreamwastaken #dreamblr #long post #really long post xd #summary #not really a summary... literally just everything he said #merch discord

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misscrawfords · 2 years ago

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I really want to like Citadel because it ticks all my boxes for a glossy, not too serious spy thriller. And it is entertaining enough for me to keep watching. Stanley Tucci is especially awesome. But I am left a bit cold.

It's extremely predictable, like a paint-by-numbers spy thriller. Even the plot twists are predictable. After episode 4 I am hoping desperately that it might go somewhere interesting with Abby and it turns out she's playing a long game for some third party that isn't Citadel or Manticore, but I'm not holding my breath. If she has lost her memory too it feels a bit pointless. If she hasn't and she's just trying to get revenge that feels a bit obvious.

It also makes me miss when seasons were about 20 episodes long because I feel like this could really benefit from being slowed down and drawn out. I feel very little investment in the characters because I haven't had a chance to get to know them. Without investment, the stakes are very low and I don't care about the outcomes of the plot. I want to spend several episodes with Kyle and his family getting to know their dynamic so I actually care about him discovering that his other life will take him away from them and put them in danger, so that I feel some kind of emotion other than "lol predictable" when it turns out Abby has a secret past. I want to build up Citadel as this amazing force for good so that I feel pain and shock at the idea it isn't good. I want to be introduced to Manticore by stealth so they feel truly threatening. I have no investment in these characters so it doesn't matter whether they are good or evil, they're just spy thriller archetypes who deliver snappy one-liners at each other and look hot. Kyle literally discovers he's a spy in a past life he doesn't remember and he's really chilled out and just has all his spy reflexes. Like, where's the drama in that? Who cares?

I'm also baffled as to why the show keeps telling the audience everything. It's a spy thriller! Mystery and suspense should be part of the plot and pleasure of watching! But instead we are immediately introduced to Manticore and their motivations, everyone talks explicitly about everything, spelling out as if the audience is stupid exactly what is going on and who is suspicious of whom. Constant flashbacks mean we have a clear idea of how the past affects the future. It just... doesn't leave the viewer to do any work. You couldn't watch it a second time and think "ohhhh the red flags were all there now I know the truth!"

At this point, I'm actively rooting for Manticore to turn out to be the good guys all along because Cipher seems like such a bunch of arrogant losers. They keep all the nuclear codes in the world in one briefcase. What? Why would they do that? Why would any do that? Is it just me, or is that a TERRIBLE idea? Why are all the operatives we see American? I get that it's an American show and of course the world revolves around America so heaven forbid any of the heroes should genuinely be based elsewhere in the world and be culturally diverse, but if you have a global spy network that is unteathered to any particular nation... why does it read like any old lazy pastiche of a US secret spy ring? So unbelievably boring! What a missed opportunity.

I can't help compare it to Alias and its slowburn of revelations and twists and character investment or Chuck where even though it's light-hearted, you get totally invested in the characters and relationships and the tug between a normal life and spy life. Both of these things are totally missing in Citadel. Which is a shame because it has such a good cast and an intriguing premise.

#citadel #sorry to those who love it #i really want to like it #but it feels like it's written by steven moffat #citadel spoilers #spoilers

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bibbawrites · 5 years ago

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Don’t Get Caught - Owen Joyner x Reader (16+)

Request: mischievous/playful/giggly sneaking around with Owen on set or evading Charlie in their apartment

Word Count: 3142 words

Summary: You are a makeup artist on set for Julie and The Phantoms and quickly began messing around with Owen, but the fear of potentially losing your job if anyone finds out has the two of you sneaking around and trying your best to not be caught aka 4 times you and Owen were almost caught messing around and one time you were

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, implied oral sex, reference to m*sturbation

A/N: hi all! so this is my first attempt at a jatp related fic so hopefully i do okay, sorry for any mistakes, most of this was written and edited from 2am-6am because those are my motivation hours i also don’t usually write reader insert so fingers crossed i dont mess this up lol. i have a ton of requests to work through so keep an eye out for things coming soon (hopefully) also, to the person who requested this, sorry it took so long (my dumb ass deleted 90% of it and had to start again) i really hope i did your idea justice :)

1. Makeup Trailer

The first time you met Owen was on your first day on set. Kenny had dragged the cast in to meet you, and something about Owen drew you in and you just knew you had to get to know the beautiful blonde boy.

Luckily your chance came sooner than expected when you were working alone in the makeup trailer a few days later. The door opened and Owen came in, smiling brightly when he saw you.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” He asked. You nodded.

“I am.” You replied and he grinned.

“I’m Owen. Nice to meet you, again.” He said awkwardly.

You giggled at his awkwardness.

“Nice to meet you again too. Sit down.” You gestured to the chair in front of you and he sat down. You got to work quickly, working in silence for a few minutes before Owen spoke up.

“So how long have you been doing makeup for? You look young.” He asked.

“I’ve been doing it professionally for 5 years now. I started working in my mum’s salon when I was 15, and when I graduated I did a course to get me this job.” You told him. He paused.

“So you’re 20?” He questioned, and you nodded.

“I am.”

“Cool, I’m 19.” He said, and you hummed in response, concentrating on making sure his face didn’t looked cakey.

“So are you from around here?” You shook your head.

“Nah I moved here from Quebec.” You said.

“Alone? Or with your family or... boyfriend?” Owen asked, the last part sounding slightly bitter.

“Yeah I came alone, my mum is too busy with her salon, and my siblings are still in school. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him and he grinned slightly.

“Good to know.” He muttered quietly. You raised an eyebrow, not quite hearing him properly.

“Sorry?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Nothing.”

“Okay...” You trailed off, not believing him. “Well you’re all done.”

“Already?” He frowned slightly.

“Yep.” You smiled.

“Oh. Thanks.” He stood up, pausing slightly.

“Can I get your number?” He asked, somewhat hesitantly. Realisation dawned on you.

“So that’s why you asked about a boyfriend.” You said, eyebrow raised.

“Guilty.” He grinned cheekily.

“Give me your phone.” You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it, and you quickly added a new contact, typing in your number and texting yourself from his phone.

“There. I’ll text you pretty boy.” You said, handing him his phone back. He grinned.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said, turning to leave for the hair trailer. You watched him leave with a smile on your face.

A week of texting and flirting later and you found yourself alone with Owen in the makeup trailer again.

“So what scenes are you filming today pretty boy?” You questioned as you began to apply his makeup.

“Why do you always call me pretty boy?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“Because you’re pretty? And a boy?” You said, pulling a face.

“Are you flirting with me?” He grinned, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” You said. He bit his lip.

“So if I tried to kiss you you’d say?” He asked, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Eh why not?” You said it like it was nothing but inside you were freaking out.

“Y/N.” He groaned and you giggled.

“Just kidding.” You teased.

“So?” He asked again after a moment of silence. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh my god just kiss me you dork.” Owen didn’t even take a second to think about it, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, connecting your lips in a less than innocent kiss. Your lips fitted together perfectly, and he tasted faintly of blueberry and spearmint. After what felt like a lifetime he pulled away from you, leaving you panting and wanting more.

“Wow that was...” He was the first to speak, his voice breathy. You nodded.

“Yep.” You said simply. “I should probably...”

You stood up from his lap, and had barely stepped away when the door opened.

“Hey Y/N, one of my lashes came off and... oh...” Savannah’s voice came, the young actress pausing when she saw how close the two of you were.

“Hey Savannah.” You said with a smile. She returned your smile before glancing back at Owen.

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” She asked. The two of you shook your heads.

“No, not at all.” You said.

“I was just leaving.” Owen added, standing up from his chair. Savannah raised an eyebrow.

“If you say so.” She replied as Owen left the trailer quickly. The door shut behind him and Savannah grinned at you.

“You like him.” She said, her tone teasing.

“No...” You denied. Savannah rolled her eyes.

“You so do Y/N. And I know Owen, he definitely likes you too.” She told you.

“If you say so.” You said, grabbing a new fake lash to fix the missing one.

Savannah grinned.

“Oh I know so. You’ll see.”

2. Julie’s Bedroom Set

“Come on Y/N, what’s the worst that could happen?” Owen had said as he dragged you through the filming lot towards the set of Julie’s bedroom. You had been heading off to grab some lunch when he had intercepted you and asked if you wanted to “hang”, which by this point you knew was code for hide somewhere and make out for a while. You had originally said no, but those darn puppy eyes had made you say yes before you even realised you were saying it.

“What if someone catches us?” You had questioned, but Owen silenced your worries with a blistering kiss that left you breathless.

“We’ll be fine.” He muttered as he pulled away. “Don’t stress.”

“Famous last words.” You muttered, allowing him to pull you back in and kiss you again. You ran your fingers through his hair, knowing that he would have to have it fixed up before his next scene anyways.

It had been a few weeks since that first kiss in the makeup trailer, and since then you had learnt the taste and feeling of Owen’s lips on yours, a feeling that was now so familiar to you that it felt like second nature.

You mindlessly kissed him back, thanking your past self for deciding to use your favourite chapstick flavour, choc mint, on him earlier that morning when you did his makeup for the day.

You pulled away to take a breath and he grinned at you.

“I’m glad we met.” He said. You blushed slightly.

“Me too.” You agreed.

He pulled you back in and kissed you again, this kiss more passionate than the last, and you shuffled closer to him, your lips never leaving his for a second. You could feel his hands resting on your waist, his tongue in your mouth, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

Suddenly you heard a noise and you pulled away quickly, the fear of being caught overpowering your feelings for Owen.

“Someone’s coming.” You said quickly. Owen frowned.

“What?” He questioned.

“There’s someone coming.” You repeated and his expression changed to fear.

“Fuck, what do we do? Run?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes.”

He grabbed your hands and pulled you up off the bed, linking your fingers together before dragging you off the set, the both of you giggling the whole way back to his trailer.

“It’s kinda fun, almost but not quite getting caught.” You admitted once the two of you were curled up on the couch in his trailer.

“It is.” He agreed. “But do you know what’s even more fun?”

“What?” You questioned.

“Making out with you.”

And if Owen went back to set with the taste of your orgasm on his tongue that was for only the two of you to know.

3. Owen and Charlie’s Living Room

You had just finished some finishing touches on Savannah’s makeup when Owen burst into the makeup trailer.

“You’re all done.” You told Savannah and she grinned.

“Thanks Y/N.” She stood up from the chair. “See you later. Bye Owen.”

She glanced between the two of you, before turning and giving you a quick wink as she left, leaving you and Owen alone in the trailer.

“So?” You spoke, beginning to pack up your brushes. “Why are you here?”

“Well you see, I’m finished for the day and I checked your schedule and you are too, and I was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place to watch a movie and chill or something.” Owen spoke, plopping himself into one of the chairs and spinning around.

"What about Charlie?” You asked, placing your brush bag into the large drawer of your makeup supplies.

“He’s filming the Perfect Harmony scene with Madi. We’d have the place to ourselves for at least a few hours.” You paused, considering his offer.

“Okay.” You replied simply. He cheered.

“Are you ready to go now?” He asked, standing up, and you nodded. He grinned slightly, pulling you in and kissing you softly.

“Hi, by the way.” He whispered once he pulled away. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Let’s just go.”

You somehow managed to make it off set and back to the building where most of the cast and crew were living without anyone noticing the two of you together.

“What floor?” You asked as you hopped into the elevator.

“6.” He replied, and you pressed the button, riding in silence to his floor. He took your hand, pulling you towards the apartment he shared with Charlie, unlocking the front door and dragging you towards the couch.

“So you mentioned a movie?” You said once the two of you were settled. Owen nodded.

“I did, what do you wanna watch?” He asked.

“I actually have a better idea.” You grinned, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Oh I see.” He replied, grabbing your top and pulling you down to kiss you roughly.

It felt like no time had passed at all when suddenly the front door unlocked.

“Fuck.” You said, jumping off him quickly and settling onto the couch next to Owen, pretending as if you’d been there the whole time. Charlie entered the room, frowning slightly when he saw you sat on the couch.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Charlie questioned, throwing his bag onto the chair.

“I.. Um...” You stumbled. “I was just leaving.”

You stood up quickly, thankful that the shoes you wore were slip on’s.

Charlie eyed Owen carefully as the door shut and Owen shrugged.

“Should I ask?” Charlie questioned. Owen shook his head.

“Nope.”

4. Owen’s Bedroom

After a couple of close calls on set and in the living room, the next time you came over you and Owen went straight to his room.

He laid down on his bed and you climbed on top of him, kissing him instantly.

“God you’re perfect.” He muttered, lips and tongues combining in a mess of passion and lust. Owen pulled at your shirt, tugging it over your head, and you did the same for him. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking gently to leave a mark.

The front door opened and Owen groaned.

“Shit, is that Charlie?” You asked. He nodded. “What do we do?”

“Uh... get in the closet.” He suggested and you giggled, grabbing onto your shirt so Charlie wouldn’t see it if he came in.

“Owen? You here?” Charlie called, and Owen dragged you into the closet, pulling the door shut behind you.

“Shh.” Owen whispered. You tried to hide your smile.

“I didn’t say anything.” You told him, and he rolled his eyes playfully. The door to Owen’s room opened and the two of you froze, bodies pressed together.

“God I hope that’s your phone pressed against my leg.” You whispered after a moment. Owen pulled a face in the darkness.

“Uh... no.” He replied, and you giggled awkwardly.

“Don’t laugh, this isn’t funny.” He whined.

“It is funny. We’re trapped in your closet waiting for Charlie to leave and you still manage to be turned on?” You questioned with a giggle

“I can’t help it when someone as attractive as you is pressed up against me. Plus you don’t have a shirt on so...” He trailed off.

“Oh yeah?” You pressed yourself against his body more forcefully. Owen groaned quietly.

“Fuck, stop it.” He muttered. You smirked.

“No.” You whispered, and Owen placed his hands on your waist.

“Y/N...” His voice was low, and just the sound of it sent flutters through your stomach.

“Owen...” You replied just as quietly. “Before you ask, I’m not gonna fuck you in a closet.”

“Why not?” He whined. You rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t even have to ask that question.”

The front door slammed shut and Owen let out a sigh of relief, pushing open the closet door. You stepped past him and made your way over to the bed, Pulling your shirt back on before sitting down to pull your shoes on.

“Wait where are you going?” He questioned, pouting.

“Back to set, I have a job to do, remember?” You reminded him, tying your laces on your left shoe before reaching for the right.

“Can’t you call in sick?” He tried. You raised an eyebrow.

“From my lunch break?” He shrugged.

“Food poisoning?”

“Owen.” You gave him a look and he groaned, flopping onto the bed.

“Fine. But what am I supposed to do about this?” He motioned towards his crotch. You stood up, grabbing your phone, and walked towards the door, pausing before you exited the room.

“You have a hand. Use it.” And with that, you left.

+1. Owen and Charlie’s Kitchen

It was a day off from filming so you decided to have a lazy day. It was almost lunch time when you woke up, and you would have slept longer if it wasn’t for your phone ringing obnoxiously from its spot on your nightstand.

You rolled over, grabbing the phone and answered without even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You spoke, voice full of sleep.

“Good morning, Charlie has gone for a hike, wanna come over?” Owen’s voice came through the phone.

“Sure, why not. Give me half an hour to have a shower and get changed.” You replied, already climbing out of bed. Owen cheered causing you to smile slightly.

“Awesome, I’ll see you in half an hour.” He said. “And don’t eat anything.”

“Okay.” You replied, and before you could even say goodbye he had hung up. You rolled your eyes, throwing your phone back onto the bed and grabbing a simple outfit of a crop t-shirt and shorts out of your wardrobe, before heading into the bathroom to get ready.

25 minutes later you were knocking on the door of Owen and Charlie’s apartment. The door opened, revealing a shirtless Owen, and you had to stop yourself from checking him out as he let you in.

“Any reason why I wasn’t allowed to eat?” You questioned, following him down the hall into the kitchen.

“Because, I thought we could make pancakes together.” He gestured to the pile of ingredients sitting on the counter.

“How domestic. Didn’t realise we had become a married couple.” You teased, and he blushed slightly.

“I just thought it would be fun.” He defended, and you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“It will be. And delicious.” You agreed.

He grinned, grabbing the ingredients.

“Let’s get started then.”

Somehow you found yourself sitting on the counter, eating the batter while Owen cooked the pancakes.

“There!” Owen exclaimed, flipping the last pancake onto the plate he had gotten out. “All done.”

He turned to face you, his smile turning into a look of concentration.

“You have a little something...” He said, positioning himself between your legs. You paused, waiting for him to move. Slowly he lifted his hand, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Much better.” He muttered. The two of you were still, a stand off to see who would make the first move. You leaned in slowly, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

It was as if the first brush of your lips opened the floodgates. Owen grabbed onto your thighs, dragging you forward, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, the pancakes long forgotten.

You tangled your hands through his hair, moaning slightly when you felt his hands on your ass, and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You were so caught up in each other that you didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Hey Owen, I forgot my-” Charlie’s voice came, stopping abruptly as he took in the scene in front of him.

Owen stepped away from you quickly, but even if Charlie hadn’t seen you kissing, it was obvious what the two of you had been up to.

No one blinked. Finally, Owen broke the silence.

“You were meant to be hiking all day.” He said, somewhat defensively.

“I forgot my phone, so I came back for it. I figured you’d be on the couch where I left you. I didn’t realise you’d be...” He stopped, focusing his attention on you. “Hi Y/N.”

You waved awkwardly.

“So...” Charlie looked between you and Owen. “Am I pretending I didn’t see this, or...” He trailed off.

You and Owen shared a look before nodding.

“Just for now, at least.” You said, and Charlie nodded.

“Got it. Well, have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Oh, and if you have sex on the kitchen counter please clean it afterwards. I eat off that thing.” He winked at Owen and before either of you could respond he had left the room.

“Sorry about him.” Owen sighed slightly.

“You didn’t know he’d leave his phone. Besides, now we can hang out here together and not have to worry about Charlie walking in on something he doesn’t know about.” You replied, and Owen grinned, leaning in to kiss you again.

You had just started to find a rhythm in kissing again when a cleared throat broke you apart.

“Dude!” Owen exclaimed, glaring at Charlie who was leaning against the wall, grinning cheekily.

“Just wanted to say goodbye. And warn you that I’ll be back at 3, so make sure any... activities-” He winked suggestively. “Are done by then.”

“Get out.” Owen glared at him. Charlie grinned, turning to leave quickly.

“Bye Y/N!” He called back as he left.

“Bye.” You called, giggling slightly.

Owen rolled his eyes as the front door shut behind Charlie. Focusing his attention back on you he smiled slightly.

“Now where were we?” He questioned, pulling you back in and connecting your lips again.

And if you did end up having sex on the kitchen counter, Charlie would never have to know.

#owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner smut #not really smut #more implied smut #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #owen joyner x reader #reader insert

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emitheduck · 4 years ago

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So. We're Soulmates? (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: my first soulmate AU, and I figured it was finally time, and bucky deserved one lol. no spoilers whatsoever

Soulmate AU where you have your soulmate’s birthday tattooed on your arm ---

March 10th, 1917.

(Y/n) had always thought, there was no possible way that the universe had ever, ever gotten her soulmate’s birthday right. When everyone was celebrating that their soulmate was around the same age as them, she got to look down in horror as she could practically see her soulmate’s life fly by. There was legitimately no possible way that her soulmate would even still be alive.

The rules of the soulmate were strange, and no one ever understood them or questioned them. It was found out sometime in the 80s that the dates on peoples forearms weren’t random--but the birthday of their soulmate. Because the universe was a cosmic nightmare, when someone’s soulmate died, the numbers went with them.

That’s what made this so strange.

Either (Y/n)’s soulmate was hanging onto life support, or the universe had fucked up and decided it was going to trick her into thinking she could find happiness like everyone else.

She had these feelings up until she got the faithful call one day, that she had landed the job with SHIELD and found out that she would be working in the helicarrier during the attack on New York. And that’s how she met Steve Rogers.

“You know, it’s kind of funny.” Steve sighed with a chuckle, shaking his head as he followed (Y/n) who was leading him to where he would be staying.

“What is?” She asked as she typed in the access code for one of the doors as they walked.

“The number on your arm. That’s my friend’s birthday.” Steve was smirking as he walked into his room. “I mean, it was his birthday.”

(Y/n) looked down at the date on her arm and sighed, her hand instinctively covering the date. “You sure he’s dead? Not some hundred-year-old veteran in a nursing home that you haven’t checked in on or something?” She was trying her best to not sound horrible for joking about his friend's death, but he seemed almost amused by her banter.

“Last I checked, he’s dead. I watched him fall off the train and everything.” He told her as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “His name was Bucky.” He told her as she turned around to leave, watching her stop for a moment to listen before she left.

Steve’s words always lingered in the back of her mind ever since that day on the helicarrier. She had seen the Bucky memorial spot in the museum, and the day she found out that he was alive, she would never forget (mostly because when it happened, she had dropped the bottle of wine she was holding on the floor and spent hours picking up tiny shards of glass).

The year was now 2023. Five years after the blip, and (Y/n) now fully retired from SHIELD. She left on good terms, but the years of working were just exhausting. Especially now that she came back after vanishing for five years and had to rebuild her life all over again. At least they were respectful, and were happy to give her the pay that she had missed out on.

It was hard enough having to deal with knowing all your close friends sacrificed themselves for the whole world, and not being able to do anything about it. That was the reason that kept her up most nights. The guilt of feeling like she could have done something, but never got the chance to, was the hardest feeling.

That’s what led (Y/n) to walking aimlessly around the grocery store at almost 2am. When she couldn’t sleep, sometimes the best thing to do was walk around pushing the cart and praying that the LED lights would calm her down enough to go home and face the empty apartment.

What she didn’t expect was turning the corner of the frozen section and crashing her cart into someone elses. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” (Y/n) apologize as she looked at the man in front of her. “I should have been looking. I guess I’m just tired.”

“I’m probably just tired too.” He chuckled, pulling his cart away from hers. Both the carts were empty anway. “You come here to walk around at night too?”

“How could you tell?” (Y/n) laughed, running a hand through her hair as she looked him over. He looked familiar, and knowing her luck he was some assassin that was stalking her, and came here to finish the job.

He motioned to their empty carts with a bob of his head. “Something about just pushing the carts around and listening to the crappy music makes me feel better too.” He smirked as he never broke eye contact. “Also, people normally buy food when they’re shopping.”

(Y/n) sighed, nodding. “You caught me. I’m just here to wander.”

“It’s okay. I am too. Sometimes staring at the TV isn’t enough.” He mumbled, shaking his head as he broke eye contact to look where his hands were gripping the handle of the cart. “Sorry, I’m just rambling I guess.”

“No, I get it.” She laughed it off, knowing it was late and sometimes people just kept talking when they were tired. “My names (Y/n).” She smiled, holding out her hand for him to shake.

He seemed to hesitate, but reached out and shook her hand. “My name’s Bucky.”

She could feel her mouth go dry. “Bucky?” There was just no, possible way that this was the man who has been in the back of her mind for years on end.

“I’m guessing you know who I am.” He muttered, already preparing himself to turn around and forget this interaction never happened. “Sorry, I should go.”

“Wait! No, I didn’t mean it like that.” (Y/n) exclaimed as she held her hands out to stop him from leaving. “I just have heard so much about you--not the way you think, it sounds so weird. I talked to Steve about you once, way back before the battle of New York.”

She peaked his interest at the mention of Steve. “You knew Steve?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He told me all about you. Look, I even have your birthday on my arm.” She told him, lifting up her sleeve to show him the date on her arm, watching his eyes go wide out of shock. “Steve liked to always tease me that I had your birthday, and I always told him that I probably had some old man, sitting in some hospital bed, decaying before our eyes. Wow, I am rambling, I am so sorry. I should leave.” She was bright red as she decided to just leave her cart where it was and accept the humiliation and leave.

“No, you don’t have to go.” Bucky told her, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving. “I guess now that you showed me yours, I’ll show you mine.” He grinned as he let go of her arm, using his left hand to pull up his long sleeve. There on his arm, in bold black numbers was (Y/n)’s birthday clear as day.

“Do you maybe want to go get coffee at that 24 hour place across the street? We might have a bit we need to talk about.” She was dumbfounded. Steve would always tease and joke, telling her that Bucky was her soulmate just because it was the same birthday on her arm. But due to the fact that he was presumed dead for so long, (Y/n) never thought anything of it.

“Are you going to come inside? I’ve been holding the door open for almost a minute.” Bucky asked, laughing a little uncomfortably as he watched the woman just stand at the door of the diner. She didn’t even remember the walk to get there.

(Y/n) blinked, rubbing her eyes as she nodded and walked inside. The sign said seat yourself, and she found a nice seat by the window for the two of them. “Sorry. I guess I’m just a little speechless.”

He chuckled as he shifted in the booth. “I’ll be honest. Me too.”

“So. We’re soulmates.” She shrugged, feeling uncertain of herself. Finding her soulmate was never the first thing on her mind, because she never actually thought that she would find him. Sure, the universe also had a way of making the two cross paths at some point, but because of the age, she never cared.

“When I used to see the date on my arm, I thought it was a joke.” He told her, mumbling that he wanted a coffee when the waiter walked over and asked what they wanted. “She wants a coffee. Two cream, one sugar.” He said as the other man nodded and walked away.

“How did you know my coffee order?” She asked with a raise of her eyebrow.

Bucky opened his mouth like he was about to speak but sighed. “I legit have no idea. My brain was working for me, and it just came out.”

(Y/n) laughed. “I mean, we’re cosmically linked so it does make sense.” The coffee was set down in front of them and she smiled as she held onto the mug. “Is this when I ask if you can tell me about yourself?”

“Where do I start?” He asked as he set his coffee down after taking a sip. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but I go by Bucky. James is only for when shit hits the fan I guess.”

“I think I prefer Bucky.” She smiled, watching as his cheeks turned red for a moment.

“What about you Doll? What fun thing do you have to tell me?” Bucky asked her with a smirk, making it her turn to blush.

“I worked for SHIELD, that’s where I met Steve. But then there was that time we found out that Hydra was inside of SHIELD, and technically you tried to kill me.” She pointed out, watching as he put his head down in shame. “But that’s all in the past now. I’m not that person anymore.”

He took a sip of his coffee before he spoke. “What changed?”

(Y/n) sighed, shaking her head as she held onto her coffee mug for warmth. “I was pretty close with Steve and Natasha. Tony helped me get the job at SHIELD, too. Three people that I looked up to more than anything, were gone before I ever got a chance to say goodbye.” She told him, knowing that there would be no more tears left to cry. Her tear-ducts seemed to stop working after she had cried for days straight that they were gone.

“I wasn’t very close to anyone but Steve, but I do understand how you feel.” He told her, leaning across the table to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Do you live in the city?”

“I live pretty close to Hell’s Kitchen.” She told him, watching as he nodded. “I’m guessing you live in Brooklyn?”

He looked a little surprised, but still smiled. “How could you tell?”

She smiled back, a little shy. “Some part of me just knew, but the other part of me heard Steve talk about Brooklyn all the time. He loved it there, and I guess I thought you did too.”

“It’s definitely still amazing, but a lot has changed. I’m still getting used to it all.” Bucky confessed, putting down some money for the coffee as they both finished and stood up from the table.

(Y/n) checked her phone and sighed at the time. 3:30 in the morning, and there was no way she was going to sleep now. Now, she was going to ride the train and hope that the rocking of the subway would be enough to turn her mind off for a while. “I should get going. It’s getting late, and I’m taking the train back.”

He nodded, seeming a little uneasy that she was about to leave. “Do you maybe want my number? We could meet up someday, maybe get to know eachother better?”

She grinned as she handed him her phone. “Put your number in.” She told him as they traded phones, smirking as she put in her contact. “I put my information as (Y/n)-Soulmate, just in case you seemed to forget.”

“Oh trust me, I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” Bucky chuckled as he looked at her contact. “Promise you’ll call?”

“Considering the fact I’ve known you for a few hours, and I’m already completely head-over-heels for you, I don’t think you have to worry.” (Y/n) told him, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Bye for now, but not bye forever.”

Bucky was grinning like an idiot, and he knew it. “I like the sound of that. I still just can’t believe I found you after all these years.”

“You better believe it, because you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me from now on.”

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