#and the people around me in my life have told me that they've seen changes in me this year too so :')

[muselexum]

<3

[eviebane]

What hurts me most about Crowley & Aziraphale's relationship is they've known each other since before the Beginning.

What's the longest you've known someone? I mean, family you've known since birth. Friends since school. Your partner. Maybe 5, 10, 20, 40, 60 years?

Let's say 20 years, because I'm a YA and that's comprehensible to me. Think of endless memories; fights, absences, apologies, laughs, embarrassments, sickness, worry, the changes you've both gone through, the worst of times, the best, the world around you changing too.

Now multiply those memories by 300. For Aziraphale and Crowley, we arrive on the wall in the Garden of Eden - still not even their first meeting.

No one else could understand the things they've seen. Heaven, the stars, the Garden of Eden. Every biblical event, every war, every empire's rise and fall. They've known billions of humans but could never really get attached because they're gone in the blink of an eye.

No one else could understand what it's like to be part of an institution that engrains strong values and beliefs onto you, whilst walking the Earth and being amongst the humans that make you want to go against all of it in order to protect them, because ultimately you've always liked humanity better than Heaven or Hell and gosh, what's the point in running it all for just 6,000 years? And no one else could understand except the one person that's supposed to be your enemy.

But this enemy... oh gosh, well they're nothing like their side, at all. They're kind, funny. They're not a dick like the rest of their lot, and they don't judge you for where you come from. They push your thinking beyond what you've been told & you push theirs, and together you make a damn good team. You both want the same thing, deep down, but of course you have to keep up pretenses because they're still your enemy, right?

Then the day you've tried to ignore for 6,000 years arrives. Armageddon.

You think fuck this man, I'm ripping up the script and I'm choosing humanity over my lot. My lot SUCK. I don't belong with them! And hey, my best friend thinks so too, so why don't we finally FINALLY do this together.

We saved the goddamn world. Or for now, at least. We don't have a side anymore, it's just the two of us trying to protect this little planet. You get to do whatever you want now you don't have a job to do or bosses to report into. So you just kinda hang out with your bud and enjoy the new life you've created. It's not perfect but gosh, it's close. No one in the universe understands you better than this person. They've proved time and time again their trust and their loyality. You adore their company. You know they will always be there because they always have been and you have never once known that from anyone in your extremely long life, until you met them.

In a world constantly changing, they became your one constant thing you could rely on. Your rock that could never break.

But shit happens. It always does. And by the time it all comes crashing down on the peaceful life you've both carved out for yourselves, you finally talk about this unspoken layer of your relationship that has existed for thousands of years, but the timing is all wrong and gosh it could've gone a lot better, and then before you know it, the love of your very long life is gone.

The one you have known for a thousand lifetimes, for longer than the Earth itself, is just...

Gone.

For the first time in a long time, you're utterly alone. The other half of your soul ripped away. All broken & gone in a millisecond of time, and how could it be over so quickly, compared to the millennia you have shared together?

So I imagine the people I have known and shared life & memories with and loved and fought with and watched each other grow for the past 20 years. I think of the complete and utter emptiness and despair if I'd lost them.

Then I multiply it by 300 and I can barely breathe from the weight of it suffocating me.

Crowley & Aziraphale, my beloveds. Please don't keep each other waiting too long.

[iiseor]

Smoke sprite | part 1

Synopsis: maybe your mother cheating on your father wasn't that bad after all.

Cw: idk... reader is described as a first year college student... (semi self insert) kinda wrote reader to be like 19 & Ellie 20 but it doesn't matter age isn't rlly mentioned

4:30pm.

"This is boring huh?" Laila said as she sat down beside you. You squinted to look at her, protecting your eyes from the beaming fire lights. "Insanely boring" you replied.

-

It had been three months since your life changed drastically. Your mother cheated, divorced your father, married her new boyfriend and moved you to an entirely different state within months. Everything happening so fast, it felt like you never got the opportunity to actually comprehend anything.

Despite the separation of your family, and your now resent fullness towards your mother and step father—there was one thing making it all better, your step siblings.

Laila and jay, your new brother and sister. Unlike you, they were used to having one full parent. Though, just like you, they hated that parent for nearly everything. Because of this, they became your biggest support system and resource for when you needed to get away from your mother—often taking you for drives as your mothers affair ruined your license plans.

And that's how you're here, at a stupid neighborhood fire, in the middle of fall, watching your mother live happily ever after.... despite your misery.

5:00pm.

"Me and jay are going to a party, wanna come?" Laila asked you, still sitting next to you. "Really?" You questioned. "Of course, it'll be cool, you can meet some people for once" she replied, making you laugh. "Idk... I'm kinda still getting settled, and won't our parents notice we're gone all the sudden?" You responded. "Nah, it's all good, just come let's get ready" she added, pulling you up before you could protest

The two of you spent just about a hour getting ready. As Laila figured, your parents didn't once question where you had ran off to, making it easy for you to walk right by them and drive off.

8:00pm.

"Her names y/n" laila told. "Your new girlfriend? You moved on that quick?" one of her guy friends questioned, making you nearly spit out your drink. "No wtf, my step sister idiot, ignore him" she said turning to you, "we're gonna go out and smoke wanna come?" She added.

"Oh uh... I don't smoke" you replied, making laila laugh, thinking you were being sarcastic. "Oh you're frl?" She said as she glanced at you again realizing you were serious. "Yea.... not my thing" you added. "That's alright, we'll go you have fun!" She said pulling her friend away, the faint conversation between them fading out

"You're so stupid" she said, "how was i supposed to know she was your sister" he replied.

11:56pm.

Nearly midnight, and Laila still wasn't back from her smoke session. You had spent almost a hour outside in the cold looking for her, with no luck.

Your anxiety was through the roof as you made your way to the nearest restroom, stopping to ask anyone you could if they've seen her—only getting "nah's" and crazy stares.

you burst through the bathroom door, desperately trying to turn your frozen phone back on, nearly dropping it as you fidgeted with the buttons. Girls clearing out left and right, while you tried your best to not embarrass yourself. Before you could finish trying to get yourself together, something startled you out of the breakdown.

"You good babe?" A raspy voice echoed through your ears as you turned around, your eyes mimicking a deer in the headlights. "You need a charger?" The girl questioned, moving up from against the wall and reaching for your phone. Her hands quickly gracing yours. "Your hands are freezing, run them under some hot water here" she said dragging you towards the sink.

"Do you know Laila" was the only thing you could get out, still trying to bring your breathing back to normal. "I know of her" she chuckled, "why? You her new girlfriend?" She questioned. "No god why does everyone keep saying that" you replied.

"Relax I'm just messing with you" she said. "she just... brought me here and I can't find her anywhere, my phone won't fucking turn on and I don't know how to get home it's too dark" the words spilled out of your mouth, 'it's not her problem' you thought mid ramble. "It's alright love, your hands warm enough now yea?" She laughed at your sudden shift in tone, taking out a pair of mittens from her thin jacket pocket. "Wear these outside" handing them to you. "Thanks" you said—finally making eye contact. 'Of course she has to be fine, the first time I embarrass myself here' you thought on.

"You good now tho? Sounded like you were gonna explode when you came in" she said, caressing the back of your jacket. You paused, studying her for a moment before breaking out of it—afraid she'd think you're a creep. "Yea I'm good, I was just panicking" you said now studying the floor. "You the step sister?" "Laila's new one?" She questioned, you so distracted by her presence — you hadn't even realized she started to guide you out of the washroom and back to the main room. "Hm?" She added looking over at you. "Uh yea" you replied, your tone quiet. "Yea of course she left you here, she doesn't pay attention to shit" she told, "I'll drive you so you don't have to walk in the cold, yea?" She asked. "You know where she lives?" You asked back. "Where you live? Yea" she smirked. "Give me ten, I gotta talk to some people first, sit here" she said guiding you onto a kitchen stool, as if you were incapable of thinking for yourself. "you'll be good?" She looked at you again. "Yea..." you replied. "Alright" she said patting your shoulder.

And unlike Leila, Ellie came right back. talked to some people, came back and took you striaght home as told. "Is the heat warm enough?" She asked, leaning to put her hand over the car vent. "Yea it's good" you replied. "When did you move in? With Laila... I knew her dad started dating again but I didn't know it moved that quick" she questioned. "like three months ago..." you replied, your tone quickly going quiet again as you slouched down in the seat. "You don't like him?" She asked, looking at you through her mirror. "He's fine I guess, I don't mind" you replied, "must suck tho, having to leave everything behind and move in with strangers.. especially ones your age, and having to apply to new colleges and shit, must suck bad" she ranted on, 'tell me about it' you thought to yourself.

"Sorry that was out of line" she added on, noticing your silence. "It's fine, at least someone gets it " you said unbuckling your seatbelt, the awkwardness making the time go by quick. "Let me walk you to the door, it's dark" she said getting out to quickly open the car door. "your phone" she handed to you once you reached the front entrance. "Thanks, and for driving me.. can I repay you?" You questioned, Ellie now being the one to study you. "Yea" she replied looking you up and down, "with what?" You replied, looking back at her wide eyed once again, making her laugh. "Just your number, I'll take you to a real party" she said, "Oh alright.." you hesitently replied—but hesitant enough as she had already handed you a pen and paper. "You just keep this on you at all times?" You asked, as you wrote down your number—cheeks frozen and hands cuddled up in the mittens she had given you. "Comes in handy doesn't it?" She replied, you handing her the paper and rolling your eyes. "I live down the street, it'll be nice to see you around" she added.

"Thanks.. again" you said, looking around the street behind her. "Don't mention it...you should go inside, poor face is frozen" she replied lifting her hand to caress your cheek—eyes meeting for a moment before you broke it. "Yea, it's cold... but thanks again.. see you, later?" You questioned. "Yea, I'll call you, once your phone is unfrozen" she joked, you laughing in return. "Ellie by the way" she practically yelled as she walked down the stairs from your front entrance, "y/n" you yelled back just enough for her to hear, before turning around and going inside—your freezing face not being able to contain your giddiness.

[venteas]

now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fuckin' dream i'm living in - genshin fic

ft. yae miko, ei, zhongli, jean, neuvilette

summary: they've left the universe, but are still watching you from above <3 (letters from them to you after they're gone, take that as you will, but it is heavily implied that they are dead)

YAE MIKO! my dearest yn, i have so much to tell you. there's so much i've seen here, and i wish with all my heart that you could be here with me. don't get me wrong, little one, i do believe you should stay a little longer, just to experience the whole of teyvat (and please send me all your stories, i just love reading them over fried tofu), but it'd be nice to have someone here with me to experience these wonderful things. i've met some old friends now, and we've caught up on so much. who knew a few hundred years could change someone so drastically, yet retain their essence? i wonder when you journey here, will you still be the same? oh, it'd be interesting, don't you think? it'd make a terrific novel. 'world-renowned traveller traverses the afterlife, how do they fare?', a fine title for an article, isn't that right? well, i should probably get going now. there's so much to do, and so much to see. do tell ei to write me back sometime, it would be lovely to hear from her again. and you, little one, should write to me too. hehe, the stories from your travels are always amusing, after all. with love, fried tofu with all the frills

EI! dear yn, how have you been? it must be awfully tiring, travelling around. i do hope you get the proper rest you need. there's always desserts in inazuma, feel free to stop by and help yourself to some. oh, and how is little paimon doing? i remember she quite enjoyed the sweets we shared on a number of our walks. frankly, it's been rather relaxing here. i enjoy it very much. it would be a great pleasure if you could visit one day, but that'd mean your journey would come to an end, and i know you have your sibling to find. i am regretful that i am unable to provide much information on her, but i've heard stories of a traveller very much like you, from centuries ago. they say that the traveller was brave, valiant and kind-hearted, much like you. it is at times like these that i realise i have missed so much, meditating in the plane of euthymia. i dearly wish that i had more time with my people, and you, of course, to truly understand the wonders of this world. do that for me, won't you? live your life out to the fullest. do not leave behind any regrets. and when we meet again, you will tell me all about your adventures. oh, and bring some desserts for me, please. thank you. yours sincerely, ei

ZHONGLI! yn, it has been a while since we last corresponded. how have you been doing? i heard that you are currently in fontaine. it is a beautiful place, i must admit. one full of history and culture and stories. if we have time, let us sit down with osmanthus wine and i shall tell you the stories i've heard. there's a story told in liyue, of a man who plays the guqin and another, a lumberjack, who understood his playing. it is said that the guqin player and the lumberjack agreed to meet at the very place they met a year later. tragically, the lumberjack met his end before he could fulfill this promise. wrecked with grief, the guqin player vowed to never touch even a string again, destroying his instrument, for what use would there be if there was no one else who would understand him? hearing this story again, it reminded me of you. who else had such empathy that they could understand the will of the divine? that said, you do have many other nations in teyvat to explore. throughout your journey, you will meet gods in disguise, and mortals disguised as gods. you will meet the soft-hearted, and the cruel. and you will survive it all, for you are an adventurer, above gods and deities, above the Heavenly Principles. please do visit me when you have time. i'd love to have a drink or two with you someday. and if you could, do check up on liyue sometime. i know they are well, but as a mortal, i never got the chance to experience it fully. it would mean a lot if you could do it in my stead. childe should have enough funds, should you need any. yours, zhongli

JEAN! my lovely yn, i heard you are doing well. that's good to hear, really. your job as an adventurer comes with its risks, and though they may not show it, but the knights of favonius often worry about your safety. haha, on more than one occasion, i've caught a few of them in the tavern wondering about you. do visit mondstadt more often to put their mind at ease, yeah? speaking of mondstadt, how are things over there? i left in such a rush that i wonder if things are frenzied. oh, i know i shouldn't worry, but i don't want everyone to pick up after me. you know how lisa hates doing work. kaeya's often busy too, travelling to sumeru and whatnot. albedo and sucrose are often busy with their experiments too, so i doubt they'd have time. and amber! how is she? poor girl, i heard her father passed on recently. she will get through it, i'm sure. and little klee, oh, i hope someone's able to keep her company. ah, am i rambling too much? i apologise, i've just been so worried over them. if you don't mind me asking, how has barbara been? i was her only family, since she isn't that close to the ragndinvr brothers, but i was always swamped with work. i do hope she's doing better. i never did get the chance to say i'm proud of all that she's accomplished now, did i? in that sense, i think i've failed terribly. enough about me, though. where has the wind taken you to? what else have you seen? and paimon, she's still with you, isn't she? take care of each other, both of you. come back to mondstadt when you need a break, its doors are always open for you. i hope to see you again, dear yn. may the wind bless your travels. best regards, jean gunnhildr NEUVILETTE! dear yn, ahem, is that how you start an informal letter? i apologise in advance, i am unused to sending such letters. now that you have left fontaine, things have strangely been a little duller. i often find myself looking up from my desk, waiting to see your face as you hand over a bottle of water from yet another one of your travel destinations. i thought i had sampled water from all over, but alas, you have once again proven me wrong. it was always a delight, however, to watch your expressions as i comment on the taste. i think, in some ways, it has helped me identify the subtle cues of humans. for example, when you lean in just a little when i speak, it shows your interest in my opinion. conversely, when your fingers start fidgeting, i know i've overstepped. i do not wish to bore you with an incredibly long letter, so i shall keep this as concise as possible. as you travel across teyvat, you will face victories and defeat. i know that your fairy companion will, sooner or later, tell you this, but you need to know that you are a traveller unlike any other. you are stronger than most, kinder than most. your strengths are built from your weaknesses, so one loss is just another stepping stone. with that said, i wish you all the best in your travels. when the time comes, let us sit down and have a meal, my treat. warmest regards, neuvilette

a/n: the story mentioned in zhongli's part is actually true! it's about 伯牙, a guqin player who wrote 水仙操 and 钟子期, a woodcutter. their story is more about their devotion towards each other as friends despite the staggering difference in class. you can read about them here.

[bonny-kookoo]

Twin Flames DragonYoongi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

"What's wrong?" Yoongi wonders, sitting next to you before he adjusts the blanket over your back. He's seen you talk to some people, and while he was happy at first that you seemed to make some more social contacts, your rather troubled expression after every conversation with these young women made him wonder what exactly you were talking about with them. Or what they were telling you, more so.

"Nothing!" You tell him, making him lean his head to the side a little, eyes clearly showing that he does not believe you one bit. "Okay, maybe it's not exactly nothing.." You admit, sighing while your legs swing around, while you watch your hands instead of the dragonkin sitting next to you. "Just- you're uh.. you're not trying to court me.. right?" You ask, and he looks at you surprised.

"I mean, it's not out of the question." He chuckles. "I was planning to get to know you first and foremost. Why?" He asks, and you seem to become nervous now.

"You should.. court someone else though." You tell him. "Like, I can't even tell if you're doing it or not. I can't appreciate your gestures enough-"

"Ah, so that's what this is about." He hums, leaning back on his hands as he shakes his head, amused. "Don't listen to them. I'm very aware of the fact that you don't know your way around yet, so trust me, I'll tell you my intentions instead of hoping you'll somehow magically get the hint." He jokes softly, making you feel a lot less tense about it.

"I'm sorry." You huff, pulling your legs towards yourself.

"No need to be." He denies. "It's not like you're forcing me to like you." He teases, and you roll your eyes at that. Yoongi is truly making you feel at ease here, that much is true- but you're also intimidated from the things you've been told. Apparently, he seems to be rather popular- but not interested in anybody but you right now it appears. And that's clearly upsetting to some, if you had to go by the 'threats' they've been making towards you.

You're not the right kind of person for someone like him. You don't even know dragon culture enough to appreciate his efforts well enough. You don't belong here. You'll pull him out of his life and make him forget about who he is.

Do they think this lowly of him? That he'll just let himself be changed like that?

"What're you thinking of?" Yoongi asks next to you, having sneakily sat a little closer now.

"I don't.." You take a deep breath, before you shrug. "I'm just upset they think you'll just.. ditch your own believes and such just because you like me.." You mumble angrily, until he laughs next to you, soft smile on his lips as he watches you. "What?" You wonder, unsure, and he just laughs.

"Nothing." he tells you. "I'd just.. like to have you closer." He suggests, and you can't help but feel a bit caught off guard by his blunt words- though you move to open your blanket, to invite him in, and move the fabric to lay over his shoulders as well. "Do you know what this means for dragons?" He asks as you both settle closely pressed side by side under the thick blanket, and you shake your head. "Something very rare, actually." He offers, and you become more interested at that. "Because right now.."

"...you're technically courting me instead."

[givemea-dam-break]

Hey!! I love your writing and was wondering if i could request a Lockwood x reader where the reader works at another agency, is injured and research-bound while they heal, and they meet Lockwood at the archives (thought it might be cute if he pretends to be researching but is really only there to see them) <333

a/n: yes!!!! oh i love this idea! thank you for requesting and for your support <3 I'm not entirely satisfied with the end, but i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: none gn reader

Carrying a bunch of newspapers and files while on crutches is much harder than it looks, you've found out.

Most of your time at the Archives which was supposed to be spent researching for an upcoming case has been spent, instead, trying to pick up the pile of newspapers you've dropped everywhere. Unless you want to sit on the ground and then try to stand up once you've retrieved them, there's no easier way to collect them off the floor with a cast that stretches from foot to thigh, and the few people in this section seem to be conveniently engrossed in their work.

You huff as you push the heap of information along the ground with your crutch.

Stupid stairs, you think. Miserable people.

But, then, there's a voice behind you saying, "Oh, let me help with that!"

Someone slips past you, bending down to the ground to pick up your research before turning to face you, smiling.

You know this face. It's the same face that you often see grinning in the current newspapers after completing big cases. It's the same face you see at odds with the Fittes teams throughout London. It's the same face you've seen around the Archives before, though it's usually accompanied by one of your close friends, a fellow researcher, George Karim.

This boy is Anthony Lockwood, owner of Lockwood and Co.

You'd recognise that grin he dons anywhere, having grown far too accustomed to seeing it when you read the newspaper in the morning before heading to your agency's headquarters - well, if a tiny studio apartment with a stash of equipment and a consultation table can really be called that. Bunchurch isn't much, but it got you on your feet in a town as expensive as London.

"Thank you," you say, clutching your crutches a little tighter.

"(name), right?" he says. "George's friend from Bunchurch? I'm Anthony Lockwood."

You nod. "I know who you are. You're practically the most famous teenager in all of London."

The smile he gives you is full of glittering white teeth that should come with a blindness warning. "Where are you sitting? I'll bring these over for you."

You point over to your table, which is covered with notebooks, pieces of paper, and multiple pens that have already run out. He takes your items over, and you hobble behind, flushing red when he pulls your chair out for you.

"Just to make your life easier," he says. "I can't imagine how annoying it would be to have a full-leg cast. How'd you end up with it?"

For the moment, he sits across from you. His smile eases the tension in your bones, and you understand why he's so successful. George has always told you of Lockwood's way with charm - it's how they've kept out of trouble - and how people always fell for it like flies in honey. You figured you'd be different, but you realise you're not. You're not mad about it, though. There's something reassuring in the easiness of it.

"I was on a case the other night," you explain. "Just me and this other girl. She got such a fright from the ghost that she tripped over while we were near the stairs on the second floor, pushed me over, and I fell down. I fractured some bones in my knee, or something, so now I'm stuck solely on research. Had no clue it propagated such a big cast."

Lockwood looks like he wants to say something, but changes his mind. "Must be sore."

You give him a look. "You can say Bunchurch is a joke. George has told me exactly what your opinions on us are, but some of us don't have Talents strong enough to constitute working for prestigious agencies such as yours." A pause. "Yes, it is quite sore."

"I don't think -"

"Yes, you do." Your laugh seems to ease him a little. "I think the exact same, don't worry, but they're the best I've got."

"It's nothing personal," he insists. The tips of his ears are curiously red, and you smile.

"No, of course not. Anyways, what brings you to the Archives? Thought George was your research man."

His grin has returned. "George is currently handling something else, so I told him I'd get some research done, although I'm having trouble finding things. I don't know how you do it."

"Well, I've spent most of my time here trying to push a pile of newspapers from one place on the ground to another, so I'm sure I can waste more helping you out if you'd like some help."

"Oh, you will not be wasting your time," he says. "Interesting stuff, this case."

"Is that so?" You raise an eyebrow. "What's the case?"

He looks like he's trying to hold back a laugh. "A cat haunting this poor kid's bedroom."

You snort in response, taking the notebook he hands you. It's not George's handwriting, which is messy and akin to chicken scratch, but rather loopy and pretty fancy-looking. Lockwood's, perhaps. He watches you the whole time, and usually the attention from someone would make you shrivel up and want to hide, but there's an easiness in his company. If anything, you feel bolstered by his attention, like you've done something right and earned it.

"It's in Soho? You must be getting paid a fortune. It's expensive there."

"Not much more than our usual fee," Lockwood says. There's a little undertone to his voice - nerves.

You frown at the writing. "Why are you even taking this kind of a case? It's something the people living there could solve with silver decor and a little bit of lavender in each room."

Lockwood shrugs. "We like checking everything out, I suppose. Getting rid of the ghost completely."

"Well, if you really want to do research on this, there's a section over there, you see that sign at the end of that bookshelf - No, not that one, the one behind it. Yes, that one. You'll find some stuff on Camden, the people who have lived there. Maybe there's a newspaper filing about a cat's brutal death or something."

He's quiet for a minute as if comprehending the words. "Yes, okay. Thank you."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you say, "Where's the case again, Lockwood?"

"Camden, remember? You just said."

"You've made this case up."

"What?" His ears are red again. "No, I didn't."

"Lockwood, I'm a researcher. I know things, like when people are lying. Camden and Soho are two extremely different places. And, well, no offence, but this write-up from your 'consultation' doesn't contain nearly as much as it should."

"Easy mix-up," he insists. "I had a long night."

But, judging from the masked expression on his face, you know you're right.

"George would never pass up doing research, no matter what else he was doing. He isn't handling anything today, is he?"

A moment of silence. "No."

"And you're not here to research a case. Even a six-year-old would know to go to the big sign that says Soho for a case there."

He's looking anywhere but at you, adjusting his tie or playing with the cuffs of his shirt.

"You just conveniently appeared when I needed some help." You think for a minute before smiling. "Anthony Lockwood, did you make up a case just to see me?"

It's a bold claim. You've never properly spoken to him, and you only really know him superficially, through newspapers and George and seeing him from afar. Logically, there's no way what you're saying is true. There's nothing overly interesting about you - no special Talents or hobbies, and your agency barely ever makes the paper. But your claim is right. You know it is.

"I'm not that scary. You could've asked me out for coffee, or something."

That's when his eyes meet yours, and you feel completely entrapped. They're warm and soft and filled to the brim with stories beyond your comprehension.

"And you would've accepted?"

You shrug. "As long as you suggested somewhere nice."

And there's that grin again, but something about it has changed. It no longer holds a building's worth of charm and persuasion. It's gentler, more Anthony than it is Lockwood. You smile yourself, goaded on by his.

"Well, would you like to go to get coffee with me? When you're not on crutches, probably. Or whenever."

"Do you always make up cases to ask people on dates?"

"Would my answer change yours?"

"Probably not."

"So...?" he prompts, and there's a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"I'll go," you say. "We'll see where we end up."

[uraniawrites]

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Hi there, I'm Ale (she/her) and I'm making my re intro again because I was struggling so bad with uni and I couldn't be here so much. Now I'm trying to be active again to post my writing and repost other people's writings. I'll try to explain my wips and update regularly. Please interact with this post if you'd like to be mutuals and reblog our writings as well!

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

I'll try to explain them because they're a mess, but stick with me. It'll be worth it. I promise. My native tongue is Spanish, so, sorry in advance if there's any mistake, lol. Also, I'll create/post tags, pages in these days because I had to remake everything from scratch.

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

-Science fiction, fantasy (urban, paranormal, high, epic), historical fiction.

-Found family. Because I'm a sucker for this trope. Also, I have siblings dynamics, trauma, death, action, etc.

-Both, character and plot development.

-Morally grey, ambiguous characters who don't think of themselves of heroes for all the bad things they've done, but still, they try.

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬.

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 (𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

Sci-fi NA series (6 books) about superhumans (people with superpowers). Due to an accident, hundreds of super end up in jail. The altered are human creations that are getting out of control and threat to break the order. A group of superhumans are selected for their powers to try to stop the altered and the experiments that humans are making with them and creating new drugs. The only problem? These kids are in prison for being super. Will they succeed or will they kill each other before the fun begins? (This is my main wip)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

This is a prequel trilogy of Hidden Heroes. Sci-fi NA. Set during The Cold War (with some historical changes, just because, lol), a group of superhumans discover that humans are experimenting with them to create a super soldier, someone who can fight their wars and stop them before they even begin. They will have to risk their lives and hearts trying to stop something that seems impossible. First generation.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐲.

Standalone sequel after the events of the Second Generation. Sci-fi NA. Vasilisa Azarova (orphan since 7 years-old) has been trained since she was young to become a lethal spy, trained to kill and torture, and to blend to get information, by a Russian organization that specializes in training humans and superhumans to create the best European spies. During a mission, Vasilisa discovers that the things she's been told all her life, may be lies. Vasilisa and her team will try to scape and destroy the organization that once raised them and trained them. Will she succed, or will she lose everything again?

𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Paranormal urban fantasy YA trilogy. Isabelle Jones is a witch that wants nothing but greatness and to become the greatest witch the world has ever seen. But first, she must understand that the world doesn't revolve around her and that some alliances and friends from her new paranormal school, Ashckerton Academy, are important to defeat the evil that is looming on them.

Thanks for reading! Please interact, I'll try to follow back. If you're interested on being in the taglist, please let me know! <3

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember 2023 Day 2: Brain Drain

I have committed Our Flag Means Death fanfiction! I am so sorry. Stede/Ed, Ed/Izzy, somehow happy poly and happy metamours making a lovely vee. Takes place in some AU season 2 where the last arc of the season never happened. Izzy is living his best happy masochist life.

Author knows fuck all about ships.

Izzy had gotten much more comfortable spending time with his shipmates since the Calypso's birthday incident.

There was nothing like a round of torture to bring a crew together, he thought.

Tonight the whole group had gathered in the galley under the ship, laughing and chatting long past when they usually went into their quarters for the evening. The sea had been calm that day and the mood was social. Everyone seemed quite relaxed.

Only two members were missing.

Oluwande looked up from his cuddle pile with Jim and Archie. He seemed to have read Izzy's mind. "Hey," he called out to the gathered group, "Has anyone seen the captains this evening?"

"No!" a few people responded.

"Thank God," snarked Black Pete. "Blackbeard...well Ed has been freaking me out. Yelled at me earlier about trimming the sails and you KNOW I keep them the trimmest, babe," he said to his partner Lucius.

"Yeah, he snarled at me when I told him 'hello' earlier," said Archie. "Like this!" She contorted her face into a frankly over-the-top grimace. "Made me nearly jump out of my skin. I may have heard him yell at some seagulls too? Or dolphins?"

Roach looked worried. "Neither captain has come down for dinner, yet," he said.

"Perhaps they are...occupied in the captain's quarters," speculated Izzy.

"Oh? Feeling left out, are you?" joked Frenchie, the little shit. Izzy tactfully ignored him.

Roach replied, still concerned. "Captain Stede will usually come down and request provisions in advance if they're having a long night alone," said Roach. "Thinks he's being sneaky, says they need extra energy 'for planning raids.'"

"My room is below theirs. Trust me, they've not been buggering today," piped up Wee John. "Unless they've learned to be much more quiet about it."

"Maybe they've gotten into a spat and someone's gotten pushed off the ship," spat Lucius. "That'll happen with him, you know."

"OK, that's enough," said Izzy, trying to regain control over the situation as everyone began to talk at once. "You're like gossipy fishwives, all of you. I'll go check on the captains. Make sure Bonnet's not running the ship into a cliff or something."

Izzy climbed up the stairs and started to look around the ship. Ed and Stede weren't in the captain's quarters (being quiet for once). There was no sign of them on the deck. He even craned his neck up to the bird's nest and checked. No captains there.

He finally spotted them at the back of the ship- on a little bit of the stern mostly hidden from view. They were both sitting facing out at the ocean. From a distance, Izzy could see Stede's arm was bent around Ed's shoulder, his hand occasionally reaching up to rock Ed's drooped head into slow, almost imperceptible little circles. Aside from the rocking, Ed's body was remarkably still. It was a huge change from the tense, coiled menace that Ed's frame had carried earlier in the day. Now, he looked almost like a puppet with his strings cut, only responding to Stede's guidance. His arms rested gently besides his legs, lax and pliant.

Izzy could hear Bonnett speaking in a low, soothing voice near Ed's ear but he was too far to make out any words.

Ed had mentioned mesmerism to Izzy before. It was one of the many upperclass daliances that Bonnet had introduced him to- one of those many trifling hobbies that Izzy would never begin to understand the appeal of. Izzy even knew that Bonnet had used his skills on Ed previously. His captain confided that Bonnett's fancy mesmerism routine had helped him find quiet during his not-infrequent emotional storms, that it evened out his seemingly uncontrollable highs and lows. In Izzy's mind, he had pictured the whole thing looking quite comical- Bonnett with wiggly fingers staring daggers into Ed's eyes (maybe with rays), Edward swooning and fainting away in response like a lady whose corset was too tight.

This was quieter than what he had pictured. Gentle. Intimate, even. As he looked over at the scene, he had the sudden feeling that perhaps he shouldn't intrude.

He began to walk away when Stede turned his head and look directly at him. Izzy froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Stede quietly waved him over to where the couple was sitting.

As Izzy approached, he began to get a closer look at Ed's face. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath. As he come closer, he noticed Ed's eyes were making little flickers underneath his eyelids like he was dreaming.

Izzy wondered what dreams were happening below those lids.

Ed's brows furrowed a bit as Izzy came closer, picking up the noise.

Stede stroked a reassuring hand through his hair. He spoke in his ear, this time loud enough so Izzy could hear: "Shhhhhhh sweetness. It's OK. Relax. You're not in charge right now, remember? Just rest."

Ed's expression immediately cleared. He let held breath with a sigh.

"Izzy's here," Stede continued. "He and I are going to have a chat for a bit. But you don't have to pay attention to that right now, ok? Just drift. Why don't you see how deep you can count yourself down for me while we talk? I'll be right here. I'll touch your leg when it's time for you to listen to me again, ok?"

Ed gave a slight, dreamy nod. His lips barely moved as he began to count silently.

Seemingly satisfied, Stede gestured for Izzy to sit and moved over closer to him.

Izzy sat down, still staring at Ed's lax face. Somehow that by itself was just fascinating. Ed seemed so vulnerable and bare right now. Izzy wasn't sure if he should feel honored or spooked.

"He had a bad day," Stede said gently, nodding over to their entranced boyfriend. "You know how he gets. He needed out of his head for a bit."

Izzy DID understand how Ed got- probably more than his dandyish captain ever would. Hopefully more that Stede ever would, he corrected himself. Ed had certainly told his other boyfriend at least a bit about the hurricane that had been his and Izzy's relationship in the past. When times were bad, they had only known how to take their energy out on each other. They bit and snarled and scratched at one another just to drown out all the noise inside. Izzy had always assumed Ed had NEEDED all of that- needed to hurt and make Izzy suffer the same way that Izzy needed to hurt and suffer for him. That's how they worked. That's who they were together.

Since arriving on the Revenge, though, Izzy had seen more and more of the hidden soft side of Blackbeard. The side that enjoyed fancy clothes and fine foods. The side that kissed Stede's cheek sweetly when he didn't think anyone else was looking. The side that, even now, sat loose and drifting and unguarded while his two boyfriends stayed by him and had a chat.

"Can he hear us?" Izzy asked Stede, curiously.

Stede smiled. "He can hear us, he's just..focused elsewhere right now. Mesmerism's not a magic spell, it's more like- a nice version of where Ed's brain goes when he's navigating. Or how he is when he's trying to sniff out a storm."

Izzy was familiar with his captain's tendency to tune everything out while trying to read the sea. He pictured the absolute, unshakeable concentration of his focused gaze. "Only with nice, clear skies?"

Stede nodded. "Only with nice clear skies." He looked fondly at Ed's dreaming face. "No rain. Nothing to worry about right now." He had dropped into a lighter, dreamy tone- and for a moment, Izzy wasn't sure if he was still speaking to Ed or Izzy or even somehow mesmerizing himself.

Izzy had seen many things in his travels. He once heard a street charlatan talk about mesmerism- saying mesmerism somehow balanced out a person's magnetic forces (y'know- whatever magnetic forces were). He wasn't one for all of Stede's little tricks but- he did understand about needing balance.

Izzy had initially misunderstood Ed's relationship to Stede. He worried that the gentleman pirate would make Ed weak. That he would seduce him away. That he would try to turn the great Blackbeard into one of Stede's fancy little gentleman friends. Izzy had been terrified there would be nothing left of the Ed that he loved after Stede was through.

But Ed was still Izzy's Ed, even now. He could still fight and outwit and outmaneuver anyone else on the sea. He would still protect his crew with all the fierceness of his notorious reputation. He and Izzy could still lose themselves in each other- in their old married couple bickering, in their fighting and fucking, in their indulgences of Ed's sadism and Izzy's corresponding masochism. It just- felt more controlled now. Izzy no longer wondered if Ed actually hated him or if he was just looking for someone convenient to break. He no longer worried that Blackbeard would maim him so badly that he couldn't look after the crew. Even when Ed hurt him now- and he WOULD still hurt him, Stede didn't magic that part away- Izzy was always rewarded with a kiss and some praise afterwards. "That's so good, Izzy. You did so well for me," he would say. Edward seemed so much stronger in these moments now- able to control his own fierceness and use it as a weapon- but also to hold Izzy as he fell apart for him.

Izzy looked over at Ed's quiet countenance- so different than before. It was otherworldy seeing him this serene and distant. He had a sudden desire to protect this version of Ed- Stede's gentle Ed. To keep him safe. A mad, possessive impulse made it to Izzy's mouth before he could stop it.

"Can I touch him?" he asked. "Like this?"

Stede looked surprised. "By touch, do you mean....?"

"His face, Bonnet" Izzy replied, snarkily. "Or his hand or something. His hair. Not going to wank him off on the deck, now am I?"

Stede bit back a laugh. He leaned over to gently touch Ed's leg.

Ed reacted with an almost imperceptible startle before gently settling- serene like the moon going back behind a cloud.

"Shhh- that's OK, love, you can stay relaxed. Good," Stede soothed. "Izzy was wondering if he could touch you while you're in trance. Would that be OK?"

Ed took a moment to respond, as though the words were reaching him from a great distance. Then he nodded his assent.

Stede smiled back at Izzy, reassuringly. Izzy took a breath- then reached over to slowly stroke Ed's hair.

His fearsome Blackbeard smiled in return to the gesture- giving a happy little murmur. He slightly leaned his head in. Just like an affectionate kitten, Izzy thought.

"Good," soothed Bonnet at Ed. "I bet that feels nice."

Izzy grinned too, feeling oddly proud to be trusted with this quiet moment. He and Ed had never been conventional. Maybe it was OK that Ed and Stede weren't either. Maybe it was ok that their relationships were so different- that they saw such different aspects of the same person.

Maybe it was all ok.

Maybe it all balanced.

They sat quietly for a long moment on the deck, letting the peace of the atmosphere soothe them.

Gradually Stede stirred. "Izzy- I forgot to ask: Did the men send you? Were they looking for us?"

"There's no emergency, they were just curious where you were," replied Izzy.

Stede nodded. "We should probably get back, then. Or at least get off deck. Love," he said, moving his voice back into that hypnotic tone. He touched Ed's leg to refocus him. "Are you ready to come up out of trance for me?"

Ed took a deep breath and nodded.

"Good, I'll count to 5 then. It's just to guide you- I know you know how to come up at your own pace. Bring back any of this peace and calm that you want with you, ok?"

Stede started counting- his voice slowly gaining energy as he reminded Ed to connect back with his body and helped him reorient to the ship. It all didn't seem particularly magical to Izzy- but then again he rarely tried to understand Bonnet's ways anyway. Ed finally blinked his eyes open when Stede reached 5.

He blinked a few more times, adjusting. Then, his gaze lost it's bleariness as he looked adoringly up at Stede.

"Hi, there," said Stede, smiling gently. "Back with us, love?"

"Mmmmph mostly," said Ed, scritching his beard and stretching to rouse himself. He looked over at Izzy as though reminding himself he was there and smiled. "Heya, Izz!" Ed leaned up to kiss him.

Izzy grinned into their kiss. "Heya, Captain. Didn't want to interrupt your little daydream session. Crew was just looking for you."

"Ah, we missed dinner!" exclaimed Stede. "I should have asked Roach for..."

"Provisions for planning raids, I heard," smirked Izzy. "Yes, we're all very snowed by your clever euphemisms."

"Fuck provisions, I could eat a horse," said Ed. He practically bounced up and put an arm around both of his boyfriends. "C'mon, let's get some grub!"

Helpless to his whims as always, both of his partners joyfully followed him to dinner.

Fanfic is new to me so would love some thoughts! Also this is unbeta'd so will love you forever if you would point out spelling/grammar mistakes or if there's unclear writing. I'm considering posting this to AO3 but- don't want to embarrass myself in front of the REAL fanfic writers, you know? Feedback welcomed!

Tagging @mentat101posts and @thekinkycocktailclub .If you want to be tagged in these, just lmk!

Tagging @darthkyra @linnybeenaughty @pearlqueensposts @thiskenisftm @deeperforme because they wanted OFMD hypnokink and I blame/thank you for the inspiration to actually get this down!

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hii!! The only angst scenario i could think of is this: mc breaking up with levi because he brings their bad side and they don't need this kind of energy in their life. Sorry if this is not the type of request that you asked, english is not my first language. Love your writing!!!

Thank you for the inspiration! I'm a little rusty because of my current mood and mindset, but you did make me think of a little something to write. I hope it's okay.

Content: angst, breakups, gn!mc (they/them), third person limited pov, minor manipulation (mc at least attributes some actions to manipulation), colored dialogue

Word Count: 653

"Please," Leviathan's trembling voice begs as his cold, clamy purple painted nails dig so hard into their wrist that it leave cresent marks in their skin. "I'll be better. I can change."

They stare down at him with pity dancing just behind the exhaustion in their eyes. "You really can't. If you could, you would have long ago."

"That's not fair!" Tears -- inhumanly fat globs of salty water -- begin to roll down his cheeks as the edges of his lips pull downward. "You haven't given me a chance."

"Do I have to?"

The words are like a slap to the face for him. The same voice that had once promised him understanding was now rejecting him for who he was.

"I just need time to-"

"You've had thousands of years to change who you are, Levi." They interrupt. "You've had so much time to work on the parts of yourself you claim not to like, but you never do. Instead of fixing what you dislike, you blame everyone but yourself and wallow in your own misery for how they reject you."

"I can't keep playing that game with you." They pull their hand from his grasp, wincing as the jagged edges of his chewed-up nails make shallow cuts into their skin. "I can't keep trying to comfort you and tell you it's the world that's wrong when it isn't. It's you, Levi. You've been wrong in rejecting everyone and everything rather than trying to find a way to coexist with the world, and I've let you drag me down into that terriblemindset with you."

"I'll stop," he shouts before he curls onto his knees before them, trying to mimick some kind of deep bow he'd seen in one of his anime. "I just need a little time, so don't leave me."

They sigh in disgust at his shameful display to manipulate them. In the past, it would have worked; they would have done whatever he asked of them when he lowered himself and appeared so desperate and needy. They had thought they were being good to someone they loved. That was, until they realized how manipulative his act really was.

"How much time? Months? Years? Decades? Whatever may be left of my life?" Their voice was laced with fury. "How much more of my life are you planning to take with that excuse? How much have you already stolen trying to drag me down with you rather than working on yourself? I can't do it anymore! I want to be free!"

Leviathan was a prison. He called it love when he begged them to spend time with just him. He called it romance when he pouted that they hung out with other people, especially his brothers. He called it affection when he curled around them and told them to stay locked inside with him, away from the cruel world.

But they know better now. They've finally seen that what he offers them isn't love or romance or affection. What he offers is nothing at all. Instead, he takes. He takes who they are and tears them apart until the only pieces of them left are the pieces like him; the pieces that he can look at to prove that he doesn't need to change to be part of the world, but that the world can change to fit his desires instead.

"I'm leaving."

The soles of their shoes echo as they walk across the tile of his bedroom floor. In the background, they can hear the water of his fishtank churning and bubbling along with the hum of the computer he was using before he prostrated himself before them.

As they begin to crack open the door, they hear him ask one last faint question.

"You're not going to any of the others, are you?"

They can only think of one response to give him.

"That's not your business."

Then, they are gone.

[yemmate]

I'm supposed to be writing right now but I want to say something that I tell myself. I hope it helps you too.

Art isn't just a hobby. It can be a job. It's not a perfect job, but it's still a job that makes you happy. Not many other career paths can say that. Warning: This is a tangent post made by an anarchist. If you don't want to read a long novel length ramble about why money is a corrupting construct and capitalism is made to break poor people move along.

I've noticed in my 21 years on this planet, nearing the 22 mark as spring approaches, that jobs are often given a value. If you're a doctor you've got a high quality job because you went to school, got a degree, and get paid a lot. But what about nurses? They work in the same place and went to school for a certification, some a degree as well, but they aren't paid as much and are treated poorly. Why? Well because they're not doctors. They can have the same amount of knowledge, sometimes more depending on who the doctor is, but their job is seen as lower just because of the pay and general view of it in the eyes of society.

Most of the people who will tell you all this and which job is the most valuable and what to go for actually don't know much about the inner workings. Go ahead, ask someone who's told you something like this if they've done much research outside of watching a video on social media and reading random posts without checking the validity behind them.

Another things with doctors, nurses, construction workers, all these jobs everyone tells you to get instead of something you'd actually enjoy is they don't face the fact, or rather they choose to just accept the fact and do nothing about it, that those in charge are gonna kick. you. around. until you give up or give in. Those who give up usually didn't even want the job in the first place. Those who give in always dreamed of this job but once they're in it that blind optimistic veil is torn away.

Zom100 is an anime that opens with a guy going into an office job where he works for a company that produces commercials. He's a writer for the scripts and helps with casting and went in expecting to make tons of friends, meet stars, and even falls for the secretary and wishes to confess to her one day. It starts off all bright and colorful since that's how he views the world in his eyes. After going out drinking with his coworkers after their first day of work is done, everything stops. The happy smiles and attitudes of his employees vanish as they return to work and our protagonist is met with the horrible work grind culture he's walked into. Yet, he stays optimistic in the hopes he can stay strong only to finally break after a year of working at the business. He stumbles home from exhaustion to his now trashed apartment full of garbage bags, trash covering the floors, just looking like a dump because he's to exhausted from working and staying at the office days at a time to be able to clean up.

I love the first episode of Zom100, although only the first episode, because it does a FANTASTIC job at giving a message I live by. "Do not settle for treatment that is less than what you deserve." It shows what happens when you go for the give in option of what I mentioned earlier. If your boss is dumping work on you but not anyone else, call them out. If you're being harassed in the workplace and there is a clear bias because of your gender, race, or anything else, call them out. If your pay is far less than the amount you work, call them out. If they refuse to make any changes despite you having concrete evidence because they will lose the money they have to spare, quit and call them out.

The older folk in my life have told me time and time again that "You work for bad people to pay worse people and then die." (Not a direct quote but it summarizes what they say.) These people come from a time where there was an even worse imbalance in power and they had to give in to live due to the many things going on in the world at that time that made living conditions horrible if you weren't already super rich. It isn't like that anymore though.

The economy and people in power is still messed up yes we need to work on that but that isn't what this post is about.

Glitch Studios is an animation studio aiming to give independent animation a place to shine and has been doing so with MASSIVE success. It's thanks to them that indie work is finally getting looked at by bigger studios. Personally, I see this as a sign that art is finally getting a more proper place in the general view of society as a proper career path. Only issue is it's focused on animation.

I'm not an animator, I'm a writer and lover of comics. Would I want some of my stuff adapted into animation? By fans out of love for the works, yes, as an official adaptation for profit? No.

It's not a smart move marketing wise or profit wise but that's the thing. I'm not some old white guy sitting on a throne of gold bars in a big evil company business building, I'm a 20 something at a desk in a dusty apartment room surrounded by goofy posters and plushies. I don't care about money, I care about making things I and others love. I think that's what people have forgotten recently when it comes to working in this world. You can work and work and work and pay rent and be able to buy that new outfit to wear at your family gathering to show off but how long will you be happy from that? Small moments of joy is fine and treating yourself is fine too, but what do you do to make yourself happy while still fulfilling a purpose? Do you feel like you fulfill a purpose? What did you want to do, not need to do.

Working retail is seen as your go to starter job or just what you go to when you need to pay the bills. It's not a shameful thing to do, nor is any job when you just need an income for necessities. But, what if that's what you want to do? You don't want a giant house, you don't want a fancy car, you don't want Gucci clothes, you enjoy the simple job and lifestyle. That's fine. No matter if your parents say you're throwing away your potential, no matter if the world says you need to run a company, no matter what people say it is okay to have simple goals and a simple life.

Minimalism is the practice of only having what you need for what you want to do. This is the video that first got me thinking about it.

It's something I think people need to be taught about more. Now I'm not saying you shouldn't go and sell off everything you own, but maybe at least think "Do I really need a $200 phone from a popular brand that doesn't even come with a charger? Do I need it? What parts of it validate the cost?"

Now here is how this all ties back to my overall message with this tangent.

I want to make indie comics because it makes me happy. It makes my friends who have helped me shaped the stories, characters, and everything else happy. And, overall, I hope it makes others happy too. Not to mention, I can't exactly think about signing up with some popular publishing company because of how loudly of an anarchist I am and how diverse I make my work.

Why I'm making this post is because I want to get you thinking about this too. Are you happy with whatever job you have right now? Are you fairly treated? Is this what you want? Are you brainwashed by societal norms made by the big companies that you need whatever big and fancy phone or computer set up you're reading this on? If you said no to any of this I suggest looking into your own personal rights as a human being and standing up for yourself, think about forming a union if need be. If your issue is with buying expensive things you don't even need feel free to trade them in or sell them and get what you need and can be happy with while having extra money left over.

Remember, you don't need to be make a billion dollars each week to be successful. Happiness is from what you do and what makes you happy, not your bank account amount or how many bedrooms you have in a mansion. Most of all, happiness is what you choose to make it not what some old jerks who think Trump is a sane man say it is.

[wazzappp]

It's my dad's birthday weekend so my family rented a place by the lake and HOOGH is it giving me ideas for the safe house Robbie and Gabe would be staying at between RE7 and RE 8.

I want to change some stuff about the safe house itself (specifically I want it to be by the water). Maybe fewer stairs (just in case Gabe has some trouble adjusting). It's still in Spain of course we still need RE8 to happen, still in the woods, just with a lake!

After about 2 days of interviews (interrogations) to figure out exactly WHAT happened the BSAA makes their decision what to do with the boys. They're told they're getting relocated. Congratulations! It's not a choice.

They're shipped out on a plane to some place they don't know the name of and introduced to a house they've never seen before. There's a lady showing them around like she's trying to sell it to them. It's an older place but with new furnishings. It's nice and cozy. Two floors, fireplaces for the winter, two bedrooms and two bathrooms (Gabe is EXTATIC about that bit he gets HIS OWN BATHROOM. Robbies not really mad about it either). The top area is a living room with a kitchen dining room deck and a bedroom with a bathroom. Downstairs is an additional bedroom and bathroom with its own smaller deck. The backyard is a bit of a mess with two distinct areas. The garden (facing the lake with an artificial beach and dock) and a running around area (overrun with tall grass. The people who lived there before hadnt bothered to weed or mow. Or hadn't been there in a while). There's also a garage (the lady mentions There's also a fixer upper car in there.) There's also a town not to far away (they'll need to ask for permission to leave).

Groceries are delivered each week with instructions for how to cook the meals inside (if they want to switch to pre-made all they need to do is ask) along with a weekly allowance of what robbie made in about a month working at Canelos for any extra stuff they might want. It's perfect. Robbie is scheming for how to get away immediately.

But suddenly he realizes the wall to stop erosion on the small beach is starting to fail and Gabe has been loving being in the water so much. So he takes a couple of rocks and spends a day moving them around to fix it. The fixer upper in the garage has some unique problems of its own too, and if he ever wants to get to town he should really take care of that. And they have the money now so he orders Gabe all the ninja wolf memorabilia he could want. Games and books and action figures the whole deal. Pretty soon posters are all over his walls.

The meals are good too. Gabes finally approaching a good bodyweight and he's using it to explore the woods nearby and he's taken an interest in cleaning up the garden. Robbie realizes the more grassy area would make an EXCELLENT shooting range for practice (he was caught off guard. He wont be EVER again). He asks about it and the handlers say they'll see what they can do. Sending someone to 'train him' (supervise) while he tries new things and sets up targets. Sometimes he even has Gabe move pulleys around so he can practice shooting moving targets. They still dont trust him, but to appease his want for a morning routine of shooting practice they let him keep a handgun. Gabe is able to call some of his friends on occasion (monitored of course) and tell them a bit about what life is like now. They feel distant but hey. Better than nothing.

It's sort of hard to think about leaving now (especially after Gabe starts practicing his abilities in the garden. Especially after Robbie cuts himself on accident while cooking and sees it heal right before his eyes. When he starts to wonder if it's a good move to keep him away from other people).

The BSAA has managed to strike a balance between 'allowing them to recover' and 'keeping them busy enough that they won't WANT to escape or fall into any post traumatic depression (hey they can't really control that but they can t r y). Keeping the boys together, monitored, and away from people they can infect is their best move. Regular doctors visits help to monitor their mutations. They're both still infected and the BSAA knows that. But it's worth more to keep them alive as possible assets than to destroy the first real example of a stable biowepon.

[doodlekoo]

let’s dance the night away - jhs (m)

summary: Both you and Hoseok loved to dance. What you too didn't know is that you also admired each other doing it.

pairing: hoseok x f!reader

rating: 18+

genre: explicit content minors pls dni, stranger to lovers, one-shot, smut

warnings: swearing, semi-public sex, making out, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex (pls wrap before u tap!), small dirty talk, reader is a slight dom, orgasms, creampie.

fyi: always be careful when having sexual intercourse with someone you don’t know! this ff is simply a work of fiction and is not always the case in real life so please be aware!

word count: 3.5k

note: Hey everyone! Thank you all for liking my previous jk ff I appreciate it so much <3 This one shot was supposed to be released a lot earlier but since I've never really written smut before I had to make constant changes so it may not be that great but anywho it would be great to hear all of your opinions or requests so don't be shy to ask or tell me! I really liked writing this scenario so i hope you all like it too!! :)

It was 11:00 pm on a Friday and all your co-workers had left for the weekend.

You were alone in this slightly chilly dance studio. It was a room Yeonjun had suggested after you told him you needed a lot more practice than you had that day. You never stopped striving to be the best of the best. Because of your sheer drive to keep going, you made it to HYBE. There aren't many individuals who can say they've pushed it this far in life to be dancing alongside some of Korea's biggest performers, and you're so appreciative. You never took anything for granted while working here because you knew your efforts paid off. That your perseverance was worthwhile.

You were a backup dancer for the band TXT. You've loved dancing since you were a child. The ability to move in such a certain way makes you feel more at ease. When you danced, your brain automatically entered the zone, and your worries faded away. Practising made those moments more significant, which is why you weren't spotted at the barbecue with cups of soju in your hands like the majority of your friends on this Friday night. This, on the other hand, was your happy place, where you felt at peace. This is precisely what you desired and nothing else.

Gliding your right root across the floor as you realised, you'd botched up yet another manoeuvre. You sighed and turned to the music player to rewind 20 seconds. You did a tiny hop back and continued to improve your technique. 

It was critical to nail these moves since you only had a week till you took the stage at the MMA in the well-known Gocheok sky dome. Everything was building up to this point, where you could finally demonstrate your ability as a good dancer. It felt great to know that all the people in your past who didn't think you'd ever get this far would be envious of the fact that you get to dance with five renowned performers. You were so focused and determined to get this right and to not have yourself eventually made a mockery of.

What you hadn't realised was that for the past two minutes, someone had been watching your every step with admiration and constructive criticism. But he couldn't stop himself; he wanted his actions to be immaculate, just like yours. That's why Jung Hoseok felt the same way. Not out on a Friday night but looking for an empty place where he can feel the rhythm and bounce to the beat. It was all part of what it meant to desire and value dance.

Hoseok stood there, unsure whether to leave or not, he could not break his gaze upon you. He thought he'd seen you around before, but things were always moving at such a breakneck pace for him that he never had the time to converse with other dancers like you. But what really bewildered him was that he didn't realise someone as beautiful as you were only just a short distance away. Hoseok wasn't the kind to stop and observe a woman so closely, but when he saw you, it was difficult to walk away. The precision of your dance moves mesmerised him. Nothing impressed Hoseok more than a committed dancer. Seeing you here late on a Friday night ignited something in him and he was immensely attracted to you. 

He was, however, reluctant. This was the moment for him to speak. Where he could express his feelings about how enthralled he is by you, yet he was apprehensive. He felt he shouldn't interrupt you and your train of thought since he knew you were probably practising for an upcoming event. When he was engulfed in a hectic schedule, he understood that the slightest nagging caused him to lose his focus totally.

He exhaled a sigh. A sudden whirlwind of thoughts rushed through his mind, making him feel the urge to flee and escape. He was going to turn around when he heard the sweetest voice.

“Oh hey, Hoseok, right? Sorry I didn't see you there. I'm about to finish up. I can leave if you need this space...” He took a few steps back and forth, not knowing what to say or do.

 “No sorry don't worry I’ll just find someplace else” 

 “Oh, are you sure? I was just going to do these last few steps and then I'll be gone. It’ll save you some time finding somewhere.” you smiled so sweetly it made Hoseok's heart do a million flips.

“Okay then, is it okay if I sit here?” Hoseok asks as he points at a few chairs to the side of the room quite further back. 

“Sure, I don't mind” you smile at him once more and return to the music player to rewind once again another 20 seconds.

You weren't going to lie. Your heart was racing. Jung Hoseok was watching you dance in the same room as you. It overwhelmed you, even more, when you actually realised, he was one of the best dancers in the entire building, and this building was brimming with talented dancers.

You weren't sure why you insisted on Hoseok staying, but a part of you wanted him to notice you, to have another passionate attractive dancer observe your efforts. You could have just let him look for another room. In fact, you had intended to stay for much more than a few steps, but he did something unexpected: he scrambled your mind. Maybe it was because no one told you how much more handsome he was in person. It required a lot of courage just to get a phrase out, let alone speak with a trembling voice.

Squeezing your fist, you glance in the mirror at your reflection, observing Hoseok in the corner of your eye. You exhale deeply and resume your steps

6,7,8 repeats in your thoughts. This is not right. What was it before that? If I don't get these steps correct, he'll start to think about why it was such an awful decision to hire me.

You're starting to realise that this was a terrible idea. Hoseok's presence was far too intimidating for you to continue. His entire aura is causing you to forget about the dance as a whole. 

“Urgh just get it right ___” you whisper to yourself. 

You give up, huffing in frustration. This isn't going to work. I'll just pick this up tomorrow. You're about to return to the music player when you hear a call from the seating area.

“Wait, I know what you're doing that's making it difficult” 

Oh shit, he really knows... Of course, he knows... 

He comes up behind you quickly, raising your heart rate. The feeling of not knowing what this man is about to show you and how rapidly he is approaching makes your entire body feel weaker than usual.

“Here your back is a little too stiff. If you loosen it a little…” he looks at you as a request for your permission to let him touch you.

You look at him and give him a slight nod.

That's when you felt it. Hot shivers ran up your spine. Holy shit, what's wrong with me? You do the exact opposite of what he doesn't want you to do, keep stiff. You cough to cover up whatever moan is frantically wanting to escape.

“No see, you're still very stiff. Just relax your shoulders” He carefully moves his hands up your back to your shoulder. Why must he move so slowly? You question yourself praying to God he stops making you feel so good.

But all those prayers fly out the window once he takes his hands off of you. 

Goddammit. 

Hoseok has always been someone you looked up to. You aspired to be like him, and you appreciated the way he was strict with himself while dancing. When you're dancing, it's easy to feel sorry for yourself since you're continuously overworking your body. Hoseok, on the other hand, was able to maintain it consistently. He'd pursue it until he was completely satisfied. It made him so very hot. You urgently wanted him to show you how to improve yourself and make yourself feel stronger.

He observes you in the mirror and waits for your shoulders to droop. You feel intimidated but also so hot from his intense gaze that you completely slump down.

“Haha no no not that relaxed just enough to make your moves smoother.” he laughs loudly echoing throughout the room.

You're so desperate for him to touch you once more that you can't even hear his voice anymore. His hands are off you for 30 seconds, which is too long for your mind to process. He doesn't even realise how much of a tease he is.

“Okay, I think I got it… what's next?” you question as a pathetic way of asking him to teach you more.

“Well, it seems you have to take a low turn and face to your right so if you bend down a bit…” oh no I can't take this anymore. Not to mention I'm only in shorts and a sports bra... bending down is just oh fuck. You still try to obey his instructions. You're standing with your legs slightly bent. You start to feel a little ridiculous. Hoseok then swiftly moves around to your right side

“Ok now I saw that the next step was to twist your body to me whilst standing up” 

You're too familiar with these moves, but when Hoseok explains them again, you learn how to execute them in a brand-new approach that, dare I say it, was far more straightforward. You turn to face him to your right as you repeat the steps once more, but this time, doing them exactly as he instructed.

It is then when you lose complete balance.

Fortunately, Hoseok manages to grab you in his arms after reaching out. Holy shit, this is even closer.

“Woah, Woah don't worry that was quite a difficult move” he looks down at you still holding onto you. 

You move to put your hands on his chest when you feel his heartbeat. Jesus, it was faster than yours. 

In actuality, Hoseok was mostly just going insane at this time. He tried not to make it obvious, but everything you were doing was apparent to him. Every movement caused a tight knot in his stomach. He was excited by you wearing only shorts and a bra. He was, nevertheless, nervous. In his mind, it was inappropriate, and nothing could have prepared him for this night. Seeing you so enthusiastic about dance made his mind speed even faster. He understood your passion for dance. All you had to do was understand him.

When you asked him to stay, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself. He knew he couldn't just sit and gawk at you, so analysing your movements and thinking of work made him feel a lot less turned on.

Hoseok had a limited romantic life. He hadn't had much action in a long time. So the only thing that had recently crossed his head was to pin you up against the mirror and pound into you till everything became steamy. He knew it wasn't right. Of course, he only just met you. But something about you drew him in; he was captivated by your alluring stare, and he never wanted to leave.

It was hard to have you so near to him. As soon as you lost your balance, he discreetly cursed at himself. He was now the one who was stiff.

Hoseok was afraid he'd never see you again after this night and that everything would still be work-related. He wanted nothing more than to teach you over and over.

“I wish you were my backup dancer…” Hoseok confesses quietly. If he was further away it would've been a lot harder to hear but the fact you two were so close together, you heard every word. Along with his erratic heartbeat and breathing. 

You look at him, raising your head. You turned to stare back at the ground, nervously laughing after being flustered by what he said. You wish he was also your backup dancer right now. Seeing his face and obeying his orders every day, even if you weren't sure you could handle it. It excited you.

At that point, his right hand slowly slid up to your face, softly lifting your chin. You both look at one another from a few inches away. Calculating your expressions, you both understood what you wanted but were scared to say it. Hoseok, on the other hand, moves his focus from your lips to your eyes. Hoseok was unclear whether you felt the same way he did, but if he didn't ask, he'd never know. He made the courageous request, averting his gaze back to your lips.

“Kiss me”

Your stomach is suddenly filled with butterflies. Knees on the verge of buckling. Heart about to burst. You were just urged to kiss Jung Hoseok. Your mind is racing with a million thoughts. You don't immediately lean into him since you're still in shock, but you gradually close the gap between you two. Hoseok worries whether he's made a mistake by asking you his most recent wish, and the seconds you're not mouth to mouth after his quick plea made him nervous. All of that was quickly forgotten in his mind with your next startling action. You kiss him.

It seemed different from past kisses you'd received. Nothing compares to the way his lips moved so desperately against yours, making you feel like this is the moment you've been yearning for your entire life. Hoseok's hand quickly flies to the back of your neck to tighten the kiss. As a result of the sudden movement, you let out a quite moan. This fires something in Hoseok. After your momentary whimper, he proceeds to kiss you forcefully. He then responds with a soft grunt, kissing down to your jawline and then to your neck. In the little time you've been together, he's been desiring this for far too long. Every second, your breathing becomes more ragged. Hoseok looks up from kissing your neck. You're a complete mess. Heat is coursing through your entire body, making you want more.

“Is this, okay? I- I'm sorry” Hoseok suddenly apologises. “Don’t apologise I liked it”

“Yeah?” 

“Yes. Kiss me again?” Hoseok instantly starts kissing you again, much more passionately this time. Your hand creeps towards his neck, pulling him closer to you. You both felt like you wanted something more. That you were too far away. Without hesitating, you both move instinctively toward the chairs near the door, the exact chairs where Hoseok was earlier admiring your every move from head to toe.

You straddle Hoseok, who is being pushed slightly into the chair while he smiles at you. His hands are on your sides. Right now, neither of you is sure what you're doing; all that matters is that it feels right. As an insatiable urge overtakes you, you grind into Hoseok's lap. You repeat your action, using more pressure this time, as he tilts his head back and grunts faintly. Hoseok's groans grow louder as you continue to create friction between his joggers and the thin material of your shorts. 

This felt so good. Your arousal grows stronger with each passing second. You gradually become aware of a rising sensation emanating from beneath you. He was hard, and that turned you on. You whimper every time his cock comes into contact with your aching core. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter. This man's effect on you was undeniable.

You reach up to his head to mess up his perfectly arranged hair as you continue to move your hips on the gasping man beneath you. All of this was immense, and you needed something to hold onto. You could feel the pleasure building with each and every moment.

“Wait,” Hoseok calls out.

You felt your consciousness coming back to haunt you, realising you are indeed grinding harshly onto the Jung Hoseok. “Is this okay?” you ask. 

“Y-yes. Oh yes, it's more than okay. I just need to feel you. The fabric. It's not enough.” Hoseok confesses out of breath. You knew exactly what he meant and you completely agreed with him. “What about the cameras?” you suddenly realised looking around the room at the various security cameras. 

“It's okay, I'll sort it out later, I just need you. Right now.” chuckling at his response you suddenly felt all rebellious. 

He assists you in getting out of your shorts. The bottoms of your clothes are quickly dispersed over the dance floor. You return to kissing him, craving for his contact despite the fact that you are nearer than ever. The sensation of your tongues sliding across each other was exhilarating. You never wanted it to end.

Hoseok shies away from the kiss to take a good look at you. 

“You are so beautiful” he emphasised with a sweet smile. You knew he meant it and that made you so much more flustered.

You run your hands down the man's chest, undressing him. He watches you intently as you pull the waistband of his joggers and boxers down from his hips.

Hoseok's cock springs up and slaps against his lower abdomen. His cock was completely perfect and laced with precum. It was just as perfect as the rest of him. You return his gaze with a quiet giggle and a short peck. He looks down, perhaps a little ashamed at the thought of you seeing him in such an exposed state.

Stroking your hands up through his shirt. Hoseok lets out a shaky sigh.

“Ah- god I'm so hard” he closes his eyes and leans his head back once again out of pure desperation.

Gliding your hands back down to the base of his cock you wrap your hand around him. Hoseok bucks his hip up at the abrupt touch of you. 

“Mm please-” he calls out wanting more movement.

You start with a steady pace of moving your hand up and down the long length of his cock wringing out any precum. Hoseok whimpers at the torment of you moving so slow. 

‘P-please- go faster” he whines.

Following his request, you pick up some pace and jerk him off just how he pleases. 

“Does this feel good?” you ask, almost teasing him as he sits there breathless. “Y-yes oh yes it's so hard t-to talk whilst y-you do that. Mh-” he struggles to say.  

You soon notice how Hoseok's tip was especially sensitive. Seeing him in such a mess whilst you swirled your hand around his tip turned you on even more.

“I-i can't! Argh, that's too much...” he expressed as his thighs shook. You continue to twist your hands up and down around the base of his cock. 

Hoseok had never felt such intense pleasure before. The small touches you gave him were enough to send him over the edge.

“W-wait...” he said softly. You pause your movement on him and listen.

“I-i was so close then... I w- want to cum inside you” he pleaded. He couldn't cum like this; it wasn't rewarding enough for him. 

Climbing back onto Hoseok, you position yourself onto the tip of his cock with the help of him holding it in place. Slowly you lower yourself down onto him, feeling him stretch you out. 

“Oh- fuck...” Hoseok lets out a soft moan. “Holy shit you feel so good.”

Starting slowly, you both synchronously tilt your heads back in ecstasy. Leaning in closer, you place your palm on his chest for support, while Hoseok firmly grips your waist.

After that, everything feels like a euphoric blur. With repeated moans and gasps, you up the pace with each passing second until the pleasure overpowers you. Hoseok throws his arms around you as you bounce on his dick mercifully. Chair creaking out of complete strain. 

As the minutes pass your movements become sloppier as you approach your high. Chasing your orgasm, you can feel hoseok become close as well as his cock twitches inside you. 

“I think I'm gonna-” Hoseok states as his breathing gets impossibly fast.

“Me- too” you whine as you feel the pleasure of your climax rise more than it has ever. 

Hoseok lets himself go with a last forceful bounce onto him, filling you with his cum. You quickly feel yourself unravel on top of him, shaking uncontrollably. You're both just chuckling with pleasure.

After a minute of you both catching your breaths. Hoseok breaks the silence.

‘I think I might just be in love with you...” he confesses as you lift yourself off him searching for your shorts which happened to disappear. You chuckle at his words “So soon? You don't even know my name…”

“My apologies …... ” he raises his eyebrows as he waits for a reply to finish his sentence.

“___. I’m ___.” you laugh as you pull up your found shorts. “Well very nice to meet you, ___” 

You smile at him as he repeats your moves pulling his joggers up as well. You blush as you notice a wet patch from where he previously leaked precum.

“Likewise,” 

“We should do this again sometime...” Hoseok looks at you with hope that you felt the same way.

“You mean teaching me or sex?” 

“Hmm, both?” you laugh as you nod in agreement. “Both.”

[sourcerry]

My body issues are acting up again, so naturally I project them on to a fictional character - because I can't, for the love of god, find a therapist. This is mainly a sad Hob/caring Dream self indulgence.

I'm thinking about Hob falling into a rabbit hole on the internet and not being his happy confident self. Maybe it's because things move on so fast this century. Maybe it's because you're connected with everything all the time.

The thing is Hob used to think very little about his body. First because he just had to keep it running, later he focused on achieving different things from money to education.

Bodies and their shapes however, seem to be the main focus of people these days. So it's for the first time that he actually looks at himself and worries. He is quite on the hairy side of men and since he quit the soldering he got quite soft around the middle. After his experience with starvation, he enjoyed food more than ever and perhaps, indulged more than it was appropriate.

Since Dream visited more often and things were evolving from friendship to relationship, Hob feels more and more insecure. Dream used to persue great leaders and goddesses. Hob is neither and it bothers him. He fears that he won't be able to keep Dreams attention for long. So maybe being nice to look at would help him. Just to keep him a little longer.

The plan of action is quite simple. Lose the fat and gain more muscle mass. The internet offers a lot of solutions. From healthy to harmful - he can't die, so what does it matter? He cuts back on food, fits regular exercise in his already busy schedule and soon sees results. His body changes but his insecurities don't. He still finds things to dislike or right on hate about himself. It affects his whole life, his mood and his dreams.

Right after Dream told him about his true nature, Hob asked him to not interfere with his dreams. He liked them - dreams and nightmares alike. Just like he loved life with its ups and downs.

Now he suffers through nightmares of not fitting into his clothes, people calling him nasty things, Dream leaving him for someone better looking.

Dream of course notices the changes but doesn't know how to bring them up. While he honours his promise, he can't help to steal a glance at Hobs visits in the Dreaming. He just needs to understand what's happening. When he does it breaks is heart. It really does. He still doesn't know how to confront his friend, who became way more than a friend, during his past visits.

Falling in love with Hob had been so easy and felt so natural, it had never occurred to Dream, that it needed clarification.

His next visit is, like all visits, unannounced but carefully planed. He enters into Hobs living room and finds him standing in front of a huge mirror. Just staring at his reflection without really seeing anything. Dreams stands behind Hob and startles him. When Hob tries to turn around Dream just shakes his head and holds on to Hobs hips. They are way sharper than they should be. Pointy bones easily felt trough the fabric of his trousers. Slowly Dream moves closer and presses himself into Hobs back, finding his gaze in the mirror.

They've rarely been this close and Dream cherishes the warmth that's oozing from Hob.

"Dream..wh- what are you doing?" Hob stutters. Heat filling up his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He feels caught and ashamed and so happy to have Dream touch him.

"I worry." Dream answers, his voice a deep hum. "You seem to be unaware of how much you mean to me. Meant to me through all the centuries. It seems that I have neglected to show you." He sounds remorseful.

"Dream.." Hob starts but Dreams look shuts him up.

"Please, Hob, let me finish. I want you to know. I need you to know, that you are acknowledged and seen. That you are loved and cherished. I need you to know that my feelings for you run deep and will not fade. I need you to know that you are in my thoughts permanently and that I wouldn't change that, even if I could. It hurts me to see you hurt so deeply, Hob Gadling, as your wounds feel like my own." During his speech a wet sheen covers his eyes and tears cling on long lashes. Hob tries to take a deep breath but it gets caught in his throat and turns into a wet sob. Big tears run down his face and his emotions are all over the place and drowning him.

Carefully Dream steps around himself and blocks his view into the mirror. Hob feels Dreams arms hold him close in a loving embrace and between one blink and the next, they are in his bedroom, no mirrors in sight. He is guided onto his bed and held through all his sobs, tears and sniffles. Fingers carding through is hair and rubbing circles on his back. "I'm sorry" he whispers again and again. "You have nothing to apologize for, my love".

The endearment rips another sob from Hob. He feels utterly pathetic. But Dream is patient and holds him. When the sobs stop, he tells him stories and when he falls asleep, he is welcomed in the Dreaming with warm hands and gentle kisses.

Nothing changes over night. Hob is still painfully insecure and worries whenever Dreams been kept away for a longer period of time. Dream is patient and kind and doesn't tire of showing his love for Hob in all the ways he knows.

[sunnyie-eve]

Celebrity Crush || Interviews Day 1

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar

Word Count: 2134

Summary: It’s the first day of many for season 4 interviews

Warnings: cute interactions

A/N: For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.

Last: Premiere | Next: Theories & More

"Look who's last to show up." Maya says as I walk into the room. "There were some problems with the car." I take my seat between her and Natalia. "Presley is always last to show up." Joe says making me turn to look back at him, "I am not!" I slap his knee. "Sometimes..." Joseph adds making me turn the other way to look back at him. "You know what... I may be last but I'm still always on time. I've never been late." I turn back around to face the front. "That's a fair point." Natalia gives me a pass. Before the long interviews start, the five of us just sit on our phones bored.

Joseph: You just had to wear green pants too.

I look back at him and realized he was wearing green pants as well.

Presley: I look better.

I send him the text and he lets out a chuckle before we're told it's time to get ready. The first question was about Maya and Natalia working together since last season they had no scenes of them together really. "Joe, Steve's storyline in the first few episodes is about him trying to figure out his own love life. I'm curious what you think Steve needs?" The guys asks him so I look back some to look at him. "A swift kick in the butt." He says making us laugh. "He literally has the perfect girl in front of him and he messed it up and needs to fix it." He answers. He then asks Joseph what was it like jumping into the show and he tells him it was great because he felt comfortable with us. "What can you guys tell me about the big bad this season, Vecna?" The asks us. "Sexy." Maya says making me cover my mouth from laughing too loud. "He's not good." Joe adds. "Cruel with how he kills." I add and the others agree.

We have a few minutes before the next person so I get a drink of water. "I think I actually pull off the green pants better." Joseph walks up beside me. "What makes you think that though?" I tilt my head looking at him. "People can actually see my pants on camera not you. So that means I look better." He gives me a smile. "It doesn't work that way." We go back to our seats for the next interview. "Who always nails it in the first take?" The man asks us. "Priah, Gaten and Presley." They all say so I agree with them. "Who is the last one to always leave their trailer?" I point back again the Joe's. "Wig and something else." I say and they agree. "Oh right, yeah." Joe nods his head. Slowly I start to zone out but still listen to the man just nodding my head. "Yeah, we do laugh a lot." I agree with Maya. "Presley, usually starts the fun with Gaten." Joe adds.

The next lady asks on a scale 1-10 how scary the show was and how dark it got. "It was so fun seeing the friendship between Steve and Skylar, then last season the both of them with Robin. Now this season we get Robin and Nancy and Eddie and Skylar." She goes on about the girls being together and not about Sky and Eddie once so I speak up. "I'd like to add I like how the brothers give the viewers some knowledge of that Eddie and Sky already being sort of distant friends so their friendship being close this season wasn't too random." I speak up looking back at Joseph. "Yeah, that knowledge for us made us working together easier." Joseph nods his head.

"I actually really love the chemistry between Eddie and Skylar... If you guys were a viewer watching the show who would you pick Skylar to be with?" She asks us. "Wow, that's a tough one... if I was a viewer, I'd probably pick Steve. Only because we've seen their relationship change and grow throughout the last three seasons." Natalia looks at the three of us. "That's true. From the whole enemies to friends to lovers trope." Maya agrees. "Steve, because they've been through a lot. He just needs to man up and fix their relationship. As a viewer you can tell they love each other." Joe answers. "As a viewer Steve but being biased I say Eddie." Joseph laughs. "Great, it's my turn now..." I laugh thinking about it, "I would say I don't care." I answer truthfully. "Really?" The lady asks. "I say that because I see she has chemistry with both. Yeah, there's more history with Steve but one; he cheated on her. Two; he's taking his time trying to fix his mistake and their relationship. With Steve taking his time it lets there be more time where Sky and Eddie think about their feelings for each other. So I don't care because she's good with both."

"Presley, how was it for you playing a character who has boy problems?" The next lady laughs. "Weird because I never have that problem. I've never had so many guys like me one after another." I laugh. "Wait, are you saying guys don't find you attractive?" Joe asks shocked. "My whole like I grew up as the ugly friend and people reminded me daily." I nod my head. "Bet they take it back now." Joseph says making me laugh, "One did apologize." I tell him. She asks if we had all the power and control what would we manifest for our character. "Maya I feel like you would have a great answer for that." Joe puts the spot light on her. "I think I would like to umm, have a powerful love story with Nancy Wheeler but she chooses Jonathan instead of me. Also I die sacrificing myself to the monster just for trauma to being Steve and Skylar back together." She answers the questions. "That's exactly what I was gonna say." Joe jokes. "I'd say for everyone just to have a ending they deserve. Eddie goes through stuff and I feel sorry for the dude. Robin needs to find love, Nancy needs to realize she doesn't need a man, Steve and Skylar need to become best friends again." I answer.

It felt like the interviews got longer and long as time with on because I was getting so tired. "Whose performance blew you away this season?" We're asked. "My baby Sadie Sink and then I'd say this lovely man to behind me to my left." I turn towards Joseph patting his knee." I say happy with my answer. Who has the best taste in music was next. "Me. Because I'm offended when people don't like my music." I laugh. "I think I am sitting with three people who have very distinct very good taste in music." Natalia says then gives me a smile. "I'm joking it's four. Presley listens to like everything so you never know what you get when she shuffles music." She says and the others agree.

"Would you rather rent a movie, play D&D, or hit the roller rink?" We're asked. "Rent a movie. I suck at D&D and I can't roller-skate." I answer. "Your asking a room full of actors if whether or not we're watching a movie or do anything else. I think the answers probably watch movies." Maya answer. "What 80's movie would you rent?" The next question is asked. "Either The Labyrinth or Lost Boys." I smile then Joseph says any by John. "Who makes you laugh the most on set?" He asks us. "We have a lot of laughs in set. That's the best part about this show. That's pretty much all we do." Joe says. "It's very true but picking a person I pick Gaten." I laugh.

Finally when we were done we clap our hands because sitting in these chairs were hell. "I'm starving." I get up stretching my arms. "Do you wanna go out for lunch?" Joseph walks up beside me. "Do I wanna go out for lunch? Like with you?" I ask turning to face him. "Or you can go have it alone. Whatever you prefer." He says with a smile making me laugh. "Do you have anything in mind?" I ask as I get my things together. "Not really. Do you?" He asks as I put my bag over my shoulder. "Anyplace with breadsticks. I really want some breadsticks." I let him know. "I think we can find place with breadsticks for you.” He chuckles. “Yes.” I clap my hands excited.

We find a place to eat at before we leave then go in our separate cars. “Table for two, please.” I tell the hostess and they take us to a table. “You were determined to talk about Skylar and Eddie earlier during that one interviewer.” Joseph speaks as we look through the menu. “Because I didn’t want you left out. She brought it up but only talked to Maya and Natalia. Why bring up our characters if you’re not going to talk to us about them.” I tell him and he just nods his head with a slight smile. As soon as the breadsticks hit the table a huge grin spreads across my face. “Come to mama.” I reach for one as see Joseph laughing at me. “What?” I ask with a slight frown confused.

“Come to mama and your smile… it’s cute since it’s for breadsticks.” He takes one himself. “Because I love them. Especially the ones with mozzarella cheese in them. Mmm, I love them.” I think about them. “Are you looking forward to sitting in a chair for hours tomorrow again?” He asks as we wait for our food. “I just hope they don’t ask the same questions over and over. It’s so tiring. Then it sucks when people catch on and realize you’re annoyed of the same question because your answer gets flatter and flatter.” I explain with a sigh. “Then they get mad at you for seeming rude when you’re just tried if repeating yourself.” He says making nod my head agreeing.

As we eat we and the restaurant got slightly more crowed a few people started to recognize us but we ignored them. “Oh, back to the topic on interviews tomorrow… what do you plan on wearing so we don’t match. I have to make sure I look better than you.” I joke with him. “Maybe tan colors. I don’t know yet.” He makes a face laughing. “So boring got.” I laugh at him. “What all are you doing tomorrow?” He asks. “I have a friendship test with Sadie, theories and the rest of the interviews with y’all. Then the following day I have a wired autocomplete by myself along with my first. Sadie is doing those tomorrow, I believe. Along with Noah and Gaten for the wired autocomplete.” I give him the run down.

“You’re a very busy person.” He says as we finish up. “I’m not normally. Since the second season that’s when my schedule slowly got longer. Us older ones are never as busy as the kids since the show is mainly about them. Makes me happy I’m not their age.” I laugh then pay for both of our meals. “I could have paid for mine. You didn’t have to do that. Plus I asked if you want to come have lunch.” Joseph gives me a look. “But it was my idea to come eat so that’s why I paid. And I’m just being a good person.” We stand up from our table. “Next time we eat… I’m paying, got that.” He points his finger at me so I laugh at him. “Fine, you can pay next time we have lunch together.” I say as we go outside to our rides. “See you tomorrow at work.” He waves goodbye to me.

As I get into the vehicle I get a text from a friend saying a fan posted a picture of Joseph and I eating and now people think we were on a date. “God. Can two people of the opposite sex not have lunch together without people thinking their on a date?” I ask out loud. “Everyday people can but when you’re a celebrity no. The public will automatically assume things.” My driver speaks up making me look up at him. “I didn’t ask for you input James.” I say with a chuckle. “You spoke out loud Miss Presley. In a form of a question, might I add.” He now chuckles looking at me from the mirror. “Fine, you win.” I put my hands up. “That’s what now? Six to five?” I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re ahead by one point.”

[sroloc--elbisivni]

bunnyguard reflection

in the spirit of 'fuckit it's my own blog i can be sappy if i want to' as well as 'this took a year and 78k and i get to keep talking about it for at least one more day' now and here is the time and place for personal yap that did not go in the last author's note.

preliminarily speaking, i had this concept in mind before I'd finished either the usagi yojimbo comics OR watching Rise. i spent so much of both of those series fishing out little moments and choices by leo and usagi that made me go 'oh my god i NEED these guys to meet, i need to watch them bounce off each other.' I kept collecting snips of ideas, and dialogue, and encounters that never quite all panned out or fit together because this was just so much fun for me to play in. I had a lot of wanting to turn this into a real story but no concrete frame to build it on, and then in january i saw the year of the otp prompts go by. and went 'oh haha that looks fun.' it was even the year of the rabbit. and then i went 'oh!! what if i did VIGNETTES for these!!' and then less than three days later the Battle Nexus as political element of the Hidden City, complete with connections to the very different other iteration of it that we'd seen, fell into place and suddenly this silly little whim was an actual big project staring me down with an ambitious goal in mind, and I had no idea if I could pull it off.

structuring it as a month by month thing was something i'd never done before. it forced me to wait to find out what would happen, to keep building to something that didn't exist yet, to lay down the track while I was driving the train. and at the same time, it gave me space to grow, to practice putting together a beginning, middle, and end every month. and it gave me something to look forward to, and the excitement of dropping in threads that wouldn't pay off for months, and watching as it went to see what the audience reaction would be. were people getting out of it the things i wanted to give them? was i hitting the notes i wanted? i had the sketch of the year, but i was still learning what was going to happen until the moment the last word hit the page. plot and character choices, but also big thematic stuff! i described November's fic as 'the ten of swords' to Space and then went 'wait a fucking second' and realized that I could draw a connection, in order, between each fic and a numerical card of tarot's suit of swords. (mostly one-to-one --october straddles 9-10, and December loops us back around to the Ace of swords, for new beginnings.) i couldn't have done that on purpose. if i'd had that thought in january i would have gone 'no that's too pretentious and too hard' and avoided it.

also!! this has been a year of my life!! over the course of this series, i've had four different living situations (that lasted longer than a week), two different jobs, and gone back to school. i had to change meds, which was an anxious ordeal in 'am i even going to be able to focus on anything now?' the cat that was purring on my lap while i worked on the first few months has now passed away. this fic kept me company on the flight for my move to a different continent. it kept me sane in the middle of a very stressful summer. it's helped me meet and get closer to some really cool people. i can FEEL how it's made me a stronger writer.

and on top of all that: i am deeply, genuinely, truly proud of this series. i'm glad i wrote it. i'm amazed at how it's turned out. i can see things i would change if i did it over, but i'm glad i won't be. i'm glad this is the way it exists. and i am utterly blown away that there are people who told me they were looking forward to it every month, that they've been following it since the beginning, that they like what i've done with this place. this is the longest-term project i've ever done. it's the most words i've ever put into a single narrative. i can't believe it's never going on my wip rotation again. whadda hell.

i have no idea if i'll ever do anything like this again. i hope it won't be anytime soon--there are other things i want to do in the meantime. but god, am i glad i did it.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99

Warnings: emotions, mentions of killing,

Summary: Deena and Aggie go back home after the events of the last war.

"Are you sure this is... a good idea?" Deena asked as she swam at the side of her sister.

"You said they hadn't seen you in 80 years, dee.... and after I died... they... they must miss you," Aggue replied as she put a hand on Deena's shoulder.

"You... you didn't see her face.... she was scared of me.... I'm a monster," Deena replied, wrapping her arms around herself.

Aggie pressed her lips together as she looked at her sister's form.

Her tail was black instead of green, her eyes yellow, her skin pale.. and she had lost her fins, her tail becoming serpentlike instead of a mermaid.

Aggie sighed, the bubbles from the oxygen floating to the surface of the ocean which was quite a few meters above them.

"Deena.... after what happened.... no one can blame you... I just.... I wish I could've......" Aggue trailed off.

"It was my fault.... we were up there because of me...." Deena muttered.

"Deena," Aggie stated sternly. "It wasn't your fault,"

Deena turned to look at her sister, now alive and well.

The castle appeared in sight and Deena gulped.

"Remind me again why I have to be here? Didn't you already visit them first thing?" Deena asked as she wrung her hands together.

"I did... but I was looking for you... they were just a happy turn of events.... They told me they missed you," Aggue replied.

"They miss the me I was... not the me I am now.... I'm different... ive.... killed people," Deena stated.

"You had good reason," Aggie replied as she took Deena's hand and began swimming towards the castle.

........

Deena held her breath as she swam behind Aggie, glancing at all the family paintings that were hung on the walls of the palace.

Deena gulped at the sight of the throne room.

"Aggie!" Deena's mother, Damala called out as she swam quickly to her firstborn.

"Mother!" Aggie replied, a smile on her face as she hugged back.

When they pulled away, Damala's eyes widened at the sight of Deena.

Deena didn't make eye contact, instead opting to look at the floor of the palace.

She couldn't take the look of fear on her mother's face again.

She flinched at the feeling of a hand cupping her cheek, making her look into her mother's eyes, full of tears that weren't very visible in the water.

"Deena," Damala stated in a whisper as she looked at her daughter. "I'm so sorry," she stated before hugging her tightly.

Deena gasped, hesitating as she hugged her mother back.

"Deena?" A voice asked, coming from the doorway of the throne room.

Deena pulled away, looking in the direction of the voice to see her father, Vaarin, in the doorway.

Deena looked down at the ground, a sign of respect among royalty as she bowed her head.

However, she was caught off guard by another hug.

"Where in the 7 seas have you been?!" He asked as he hugged hus daughter.

"I..... I was... trying to stay away... I didn't want you to be scared," Deena replied.

"Scared?" He asked as he pulled away, looking over her.

"I became a siren, baba..... when.... when aggie passed due to the pirates on land... i... I gave into the instincts right away and i made the change.." Deena explained.

Vaarin took not of his youngest daughter's sharp teeth and black serpent-like tail.

"I'm sorry," Deena whispered, bowing her head once more.

"Deena, I could care less what changes you went through.... You're still my daughter.... and you're home now," Vaarin stated.

Deena looked up.

"Baba, I cannot stay... I... I have a life now, on land. I've made friends..... human friends," Deena explained.

"Human?! After what they did?!" Vaarin shouted.

"They are not the same! Queen Ella and her family are good people! They aren't selfish as others, believe me, I've had my fair share of meeting humans! And... they've given me a life with them," Deena argued.

Damala placed a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"We trust you," Damala stated.

"Came to the surface. Meet them... i... I want you to meet them.. see the life I've built," Deena pleaded.

Her father sighed before nodding.