#btw I very much put them in a random order so my apologies for any inaccuracies😅

[equestriagirl16]

Yes I speedran to make an actual edit for this-

[mamamittens]

Well, we have a game plan but the coming weeks will be quite illuminating about if we'll need to take out loans to consolidate pre existing debt.

The "Oh Shit Sale" is still ongoing btw, which basically means half off commissions and the chance to sponsor a chapter of a fic I haven't updated for $20 bucks (ABSOLUTELY A LAST RESORT FOR ME AND NOT IN ANY WAY GOING TO CONTINUE ONCE I FEEL COMFORTABLE IN MY CURRENT FINANCIAL STRIFE).

I will be very glad to announce the sale has ended but for the moment, it is still very much active.

Anyway, time for something less depressing! Like rambling about my new pokemon OC until I feel able to go to sleep!

So, I have a very definied look for Edna during work hours. Very... Althetic chic? Idk, she's wearing leggings and sleeveless mock turtleneck, it's very much A Look. So I was trying to figure out what her 'comfy' wear would be.

Personality wise it would make sense for her to prefer comfy, soft fabrics. She doesn't like conflict despite being very fit, as her workout routine is stress relief, which is why her normal outfit is so athletically inclined. My roomie suggested sweater dresses? But I'm not committed yet.

Whatever style it is, I want it to be cute and very... Soft? Like, cuddling would be so fucking amazing. Perhaps sweats and thick sweaters. Like a lazy librarian?

And her hair... It's already down for her main look, save random braids from her Pokemon friends. And that much hair would be heavy as shit so idk if she'd pull it up. Doubt she'd bother wearing her Togapi beanie though. Maybe one big braid with little braids throughout since she has time to let them actually do her whole hair. Just a thick, chunky braid lol

I also put some thought into how her job works. I doubt they'd be so slave driving she'd drop off a package and immediately return. She'd likely have a bulk delivery to a region she needs to complete in a certain time frame and as long as she's not late, it's fine. So in her off hours she'd likely be cleaning out whatever housing she owns in the area of her aunt's personal affects, saving them for her folks when it's sentimental or donating. I like to imagine her ordering local, sometimes with her most recent troublesome client as an apology for making her jump through hoops to deliver a package THEY ORDERED.

I imagine all of her aunt's properties are decked out for housing pokemon and eggs. So she's well prepared for the shenanigans her aunt's charm brings.

As for why she doesn't do pokemon breeding, well aside from ruining the egg gag if it's on purpose, she just doesn't have the eye for it. Edna really loves pokemon so she wouldn't have the heart to critically evaluate a Pokemon's worth the way her aunt did. She could absolutely do it if given time, but she'd just end up adopting all the 'failed' attempts, which isn't viable. She also wouldn't be able to stand people that would pay for such services as they'd likely be very dismissive of any perceived lack in a pokemon.

For sleeping arrangements, Yolky has preferential treatment as a rule. And also because they wind up as the smallest in her party, even by Togepi/Togetic/Togekiss standards, being slightly smaller than the smallest known measurement. (I may fudge numbers a bit cause it's infamously unclear how tf these professors are measuring these pokemon, so maybe Yolky's final form is measured by wingspan?) And Baby and Danny sleep nearby depending on where they are. For storms, Danny likes to keep watch with Helper (who never really sleeps to begin with, literally keeping ghostly vigil and watching over any eggs) and Baby likes to sleep on Edna's legs if Danny is present. Particularly once they evolve into an alpha Sylveon (as yet another joke on Yolky's expense, he's so mad about that).

Parcel has insomnia so they often stay up with Helper but do enjoy napping as they travel on trains and such. If they can manage, they like sleeping against Edna's back/hair.

As part of the universal weirdness concerning people casually carrying around incredibly heavy pokemon, there are many times where Edna doesn't even notice one of her Pokemon are asleep in her hair, using braids as footholds or securing points. Usually Yolky, especially once Danny starts braiding her hair with his poison spit to prevent frizz. Accidentally boosts all of their poison resistance with this stunt but he's not sorry, just embarrassed.

If it's Yolky in her hair, he's often mistaken for a massive bow, not helped by his unique, shiny-bred appearance.

Ah, for reference, Baby is a shiny Eevee that evolves into Sylveon. Danny (Cadenza) is a shiny Toxitricity. Parcel is a shiny Delibird (from work, she doesn't hatch or find this one). And Helper (Little Helper) is a shiny-bred Chandelure from her aunt that she inherited with many properties and a 'Happy Egg Charm' that unbeknownst to Edna, spawns increasingly rare eggs on top of determining viability of eggs, compatibility of two pokemon, and if an egg is shiny.

It's the main gag, it's a whole thing and I'm having a blast imagining it.

Edna usually gives the Pokemon or eggs to local professors, fueling a massive conspiracy in every region about how tf she gets these rare eggs. Only the professor from her home region knows the truth cause he's familiar with her family and aunt. But he just never seems to get the chance to explain. Whoops.

[lovethisletters]

Belly boops for the Demon brothers!

I felt like writing something chill and wholesome and this came up. Personally I'm a belly boop person, I've always enjoyed watching people's confused faces when I poke their stomach, but sometimes I'll do it out of habit (when I'm leaving a room or saying goodbye to a friend I belly boop them insted of a normal goodbye and won't realize that I did it until someone would point it out or just in very random moments like in the middle of a conversation I'll do it as well) so I decided to hc how the demon brothers react to an mc who does this.

Keys: MC = your main character's name.

Summary: The demon brothers discover a peculiar trait of MC: belly boops.

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

Here is part 2 with the side characters!

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Lucifer

The first time it happened was one morning when everyone was getting ready to go to RAD.

Lucifer always opens the door for everyone, and leaves last, so when you past by him you unconsciously decided to thank him for holding the door open in a very...unusual manner.

You booped his belly.

It was so random, that it was one of the very few moments in his life that the avatar of pride didn't know how to react.

—MC, What do you think you're doing?—his voice stopping you on your tracks.

You where confused at first on what he was referring to, but when you realized a wave of embarrassent hit you.

—Sorry! It came out of habit! I used to do that with my friends back in the human world!—you apologized quickly.

—refrain from doing that again, I'll only let it slide this time, understood?

—Yes! It won't happen again!

It did...

The second time it happened you immediately apologized only catching for a split second the death glare he gave you before running away.

Ultimately no matter how much he scolded you, you didn't stop.

I think he kinda...just accepted it once he realized you did that only with the people you're comfortable with. So he took it as a weird compliment.

So now he just stares blankly at you every time you do so, no longer even trying to correct your weird habit.

And to be honest...he secretly thinks is adorable, but he'll never tell.

Mammon

—Whadda ya' think you doin' ya' dumb human!?!?— the avatar of greed asked completely caught off guard.

He was telling you about one of his newest schemes to get some easy money; when all of a sudden, he felt a light and quick pressure on his belly.

It was your finger, but the weird thing was that you still looked like you where listening and waiting for him to continue the conversation like nothing had happened.

He's so confused.

When you realized what you had done, you explained to him it was something you did with your friends in the human world; is your weird unconscious way of showing a person you feel comfortable in their presence.

Blushy boi

—W-well...I guess that's ok, but don't ya' dare doin' this to anyone else, got it?

Your belly boops are reserved for the great Mammon!

Leviathan

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

You where about to leave his room with a new game (he insisted you should try) on your hands.

—Thanks Levi! I'll let you know my thoughts once I finish it!—you said as he holds the door open for you.

Boop!

You went back to your room not being aware of the blushing mess of a demon you left behind.

"Why MC poked his belly?!?!" "It was probably a mistake, right?!" "No one would like to touch a yucky Otaku like him anyways!"

He won't confront you about it, thinking it was a mistake.

But then one time when you two were playing video games together and you just defeated the other team, he extended his hand in order to give you a celebration high-five.

But then you just...boop!

He blushes even more than the last time, and finally asks you why you did it.

When you explain to him is your own way to express endearment for the people close to you...oh boi.

He blushes so bad and his eyes get all glossy like he's about to cry, for a moment you might even think he's in pain or something.

He never thought of himself as someone you value or hold in such a dear place in your life, so he's just so happy to hear that!

Forget the high-fives! Belly boops are now a must every time you two are together!

Satan

The first time it happened was when you two where studying for a test in the library.

Satan is not a big fan of touch or touchy people; I feel like it makes him a bit anxious.

So when you first booped his belly...he felt kind of uncomfortable, but didn't say anything, thinking it was a mistake or a lame attempt on your part to provoke him.

He won't confront you the second, third or even fourth time it happens, only limiting himself to lightly scolding you with a quick glance.

But if you still don't get the hint, he would finally talk to you (not in an aggressive manner btw he's chill with you about it)

—MC, I don't know if you're doing this as a way to provoke me or make fun of me, but you should know how uncomfortable it makes me—He spoke holding you by your shoulders softly.

You explained to him it was something you did unconsciously, but that you weren't mocking him, Belly booping was something you only did with people you felt comfortable and trust enough to do so.

He gives you a kind smile after hearing you say that; He's truly happy to be someone you can rely on.

He might try to put up with it, belive me, he really does. But he just can't.

You let him know that it's ok for him to not like it, and that you're not mad or dissatisfied in any way, and that you'll be working on controlling this peculiar habit of yours.

He appreciates your words, and now every time that your habit slips, and you try to belly boop him; he'll catch your hand before you can do so and gently lower it, offering you a kind smile instead or...if he's feeling soft he'll hold your hand for a bit.

Asmodeus

He was finishing giving you a make-over when it happened.

—All done, hun! You look so beautiful!! Not as much as me tho...—he said handing you a mirror

—Thank you, Asmo!!! you're so talented!!

And out of nowhere...boop!

Silence.

Asmo, being the avatar of lust, has experienced all kind of touches.

But he has never (or at least not that he remembers) been booped in the belly.

He looks at you with curiosity, even tilting his head slightly, looking like a confused cat before his eyes spark with joy and he suddenly envelops you in a tight hug.

—Awww MC! You're just too cute! You make me want to gobble you up!—

Out of everyone, he's the one who loves belly boops the most, even more knowing the meaning behind them.

He just founds them so endearing, it melts his heart.

Whenever you boop him he'll pinch your cheeks and start baby-ing you.

Beelzebub

You first booped his belly at dinner, big mistake.

He was enjoying his meal when all of a sudden he feels your finger on his stomach.

And we all know Beel is a calm demon but when it's about food...you better don't try anything funny.

He hates being disturbed when he's eating.

He huffed in annoyance, directing you an angry glance you'd only had seen when the whole custard incident happened.

Tho he saw your apologetic expression and decided it wasn't something worth making a fuss about and continued eating.

He'll later feel bad about it tho, so when he came to apologize you decided to let him know it wasn't something you did on purpose and what it meant to you.

Beel was really happy, he even blushed a little and hugged you enthusiastically.

He enjoys belly boops...as long as you don't do it when he's eating.

Belphegor

It happened for the first time when he was falling asleep in class.

When you booped him he just thought it was your way of keeping him awake, so he didn't say anything at first.

That until he started to notice you would also do it in very random moments: You two would be out shopping or something and then...boop!

He's a bit startled at first, but much like Satan, he'll just look at you weirdly and then move on.

Or at least until curiosity gets the better of him and finally asks you about it.

When you finish telling him, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

He's the only one who kinda makes you regret you told him about the personal meaning belly boops hold to you because of how much he would tease you.

But he really likes them, because from now on. Every time the two of you take naps together; Belphie would belly boop you back before dozing off.

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

[giaourtopita]

Hi! Can I get headcanons for the brothers comforting an abused mc? Please ignore this if you don't feel comfortable writing it! Thank you!

brothers with an abused mc

hi, this was hard to write but i really tried my best, since you didn't specify what kind of abuse i had to look it up and assign one on each brother. i hope this is good enough for you and i'm sorry if any of this happened to you irl, my dms are open if you need to talk!! i did the twins and mammon with lucifer together btw!

warnings; talks about past abuse, angst, MAJOR TW for implied non con, physical violence, lesson 16 spoilers, gn mc.

lucifer & mammon

- mc was trying to sleep but mammon was getting punished again, he had sold some of lucifer's cursed vinyls and lucifer was very angry at his brother.

- lucifer had been going off on mammon for at least five hours.

- mc decided to go to lucifer's room to stop him from yelling since they were sure they weren't the only person in the house to not being able to sleep because of the oldest brothers' conflict.

- they entered the room, lucifer stopped yelling at mammon for a split second before continuing to scream and yell all over again.

- this whole situation was getting too familiar for mc to handle.

- they got closer to mammon and started dragging him away from lucifer, the latter tried to grab him but mc used their pact to stop him.

- they took mammon to their room and locked the door so lucifer couldn't get in.

- "i know you're supposed to be scolded right now but i really wanted to sleep so i had to stop this."..."also, this whole situation felt familiar and it was making me relive situations like this one so i had to drag you away."

- mc told mammon that when they were younger they used to get scolded about things they couldn't control, just like how mammon gets scolded all the time for being greedy when being greedy is his natural state.

- "and before you say anything, no i don't agree with you stealing stuff and selling them but i can recognise that you get carried away and you can't control it most of the time."..."that being said, tomorrow morning you will buy back every vinyl you sold because lucifer really loves his collection and this wasn't fair. am i understood?"

- mammon simply nodded and after a while they both lay down on mc's bed to sleep.

- mc's brain kept replaying scenes of them getting yelled at and being called names in their head, not being able to stop it, they started sobbing.

- "mc, what happened? you were okay just now."

- mc told mammon everything that had happened to them and how people used to treat them, not knowing what to say since mammon is also being used as everyone's punching bag, he held them tight and started rubbing their back in a soothing way. he didn't even let them go until the next morning.

- luckily it was saturday so mammon didn't have to go to r.a.d., instead he left the house of lamentation early in the morning in order to get all of the sold vinyls back.

- when it was finally afternoon mammon found everything he had sold.

- he went to lucifer's study and gave them to him as an apology.

- "look, i'm sorry. i'll try my best not to do this again for mc's sake. and yours i know i can be a handful sometimes."

-"mc's sake? what do they have to do with this apart from dragging you away during your punishment?"

- mammon explained everything to lucifer, knowing that it was very likely that he would understand.

- during the night time, lucifer visited mc and even though he wanted to thank them for helping him his pride didn't let him so he thought of a different way to show his gratitude.

- "get up, we're going to my room"

- mc reluctantly followed him, lucifer started playing one of his returned vinyls.

- "you know i'm not going to stop punishing my brothers when they do something wrong but since you helped me this time, even if your way didn't seem as strict i'll tone it down with the punishments for your sake, okay? and i'm sorry for everything that happened to you. i wish i could help. if anything happens just tell me."

- mc didn't expect their actions to have such big impact and they didn't know how to react either so they just hugged him as tightly as they could.

- lucifer hugged them back and started running his fingers through their hair.

leviathan

- they had been in levi's room for about five hours hours, he invited them over to play one of his newest games but he kept expanding their stay in his room for longer.

- "levi, i'm sorry but i really need to go. i have to study for tomorrow, i'll come back once i'm done okay?"

- "sure, if course you'd get tired of me too. i am a yucky otaku after all that's why no one wants to be around me."

- "can you stop saying that? you're not yucky and i really do want to be around you, i just have homework. please don't say those things, at least not in front of me. it makes me feel bad.", mc told him while trying to hold back their tears.

- levi stopped talking and actually thought about it. before he able to say anything, mc suggested he comes to their room and plays on his phone or something so that he could still be with them even if they did different things.

- a few hours later, mc was done with their homework and sat next to levi on their bed.

- "m-maybe we could have a sleepover here tonight?", mc accepted and he rushed to put his pyjamas on, bring his laptop and some snacks he had bought from akuzon.

- after levi settled down in their room, mc explained to him that they used to be in a situation where someone close to them was talking about themselves in a self deprecating manner to keep them close to them and manipulate them, levi apologised after they told him the truth.

- mc started cuddling him, they made him place his head on their chest and stroked his hair, while they were watching some random romantic anime movie.

satan

- when mc refused to make a pact with him they didn't understand why he would start acting like that, threatening them to hurt them when all they did was deny him a pact, especially since he was always so calm and collected.

- thankfully they managed to stay calm that time but this time, this time was different.

- he and mc had gone together to the nearest grocery store to get ingredients for tonight's dinner.

- the exchange student got lost in the aisle that had human world food.

- they frantically started looking for satan since he's the only one keeping them safe right now.

- some other lower level demons noticed the distraught human and decide to follow them.

- mc got cornered as the demons were looking down at them, telling them what awful things things they'll do to them.

- when mc was about to be picked up by one of the demons, satan finally found them. he got upset, not at mc since they didn't really do anything wrong.

- he got very angry, shifting to his demon form in a blink of an eye, he told mc to cover their eyes and ears and started beating the demons using as much force as he could. he used them as punching bags to release all the anger they had given him and it worked!

- he calmed down completely and the two quickly finished shopping and headed home.

- satan told mc to stay in his room if they didn't feel safe staying alone.

- while mc was heading to satan's room, he informed lucifer about the situation knowing that his older brother would probably do something similar if not anything worse. he then quickly went to his room, finding mc curled up in his bed waiting for him.

- they talked to him about how bad they felt and how they were threatened. satan soon realised that he also had done something similar to them in the past, he apologised again for his behaviour.

- they stayed in his room for a few days, much to his brothers dismay, but all he cared about during that time was if mc felt safe.

asmodeus

(tw for implied non con)

- asmo and mc decided they would spend the day together, it had been a few days since he got to hangout with them and eventually he had grown needy to be with them.

- when mc finally entered his room, he hugged them, making mc flinch.

- asmo thought it was weird but didn't think much of it because they acted like that whenever he would touch them.

- "so mc, i really missed you~"

- he tried putting his arms around them to hug them again, but mc reacted differently this time.

- they started crying and saying "no" over and over again.

- "oh no darling, what happened?"

- mc explained that their ex used to do things to them, things they didn't consent to. asmo understood immediately what they were talking about.

- since he loves going out at night, there have been situations where other demons have tried taking advantage of the fact that he was drunk and almost passed out but nothing ever really happened because lucifer always came to his rescue.

- "it's okay sweetie, let it all out. i'm just happy you're here with me"

- he asked them if he could run his fingers through their hair so they could relax, they accepted and cautiously put their head on his lap so he could do it.

- after a while they had calmed down enough to fall asleep. asmo took them to their room, knowing that they wouldn't be comfortable enough staying at someone else's room just yet, even if they had just opened up about what happened to them.

beelzebub & belphegor

- when mc time travelled, they didn't think that belphie's true intentions were to hurt them, especially since they thought they were finally safe from their home situation.

- it hit them like a truck watching their other self dying by belphie's hands.

- eventually after belphie had apologised again and again for what happened and showed them how sorry he was, they began getting close.

- beel helped them and mc was able to trust belphie enough, especially after they made a pact.

- what happened with belphie made them more aware of the disadvantage mc was in but they didn't think anything would happen this time. after all they were in r.a.d., one of the safest places to be in the devildom.

- as mc was getting ready for p.e., some other demons were also getting ready.

- apparently they were jealous that mc had pacts with all seven lords and wanted to teach them a lesson, so one of them decided to make a scene.

- the demon kicked their stomach but mc was very lucky that beel's pact mark was on their stomach, the kicks somehow activated the mark and signalled beel that something wasn't okay.

- he rushed to their location and took them away from the demons and informed lucifer that he was taking them home.

- belphie didn't go to r.a.d. because he wanted to skip some of the early classes. when he saw mc coughing up blood, he got flashbacks from that night.

- he started apologizing to them again while beel was looking for a healing spell.

- "it's okay, you didn't do anything", mc told belphie.

- after they started feeling better, the twins took mc to their room.

- both demons lay down next to them and belphie used his power to help them sleep while beel started petting their hair to make them relax and help belphie use his power more efficiently.

[ace-thinks]

Hi! So I think that I may be ace. The thing is that I never care a lot about sex and, honestly, I thought that people can't care THAT much about it and that they were faking it in order to be cooler or to fit. I've always feel a little repulsed by the idea, but I thought that it was something normal. 1/5

I had a couple and they wanted to have sex so I convinced myself that I have to do it. When that moment came I freezed and I freaked out, but I still doing it, and honestly, I feel extremely boring and discusting. 2/5 

Few months ago I discovered asexuality and started reading about it, about sexual attraction (which amazed me a lot btw like how can someone feel that way?? ), and about some stuff that ace folks experience and thought before realized they were ace, and all resonate so much to me 3/5 

But Im still not sure and I'm having a lot of anxiety about it haha and I dunno what to do. Like all that I have been doing for the past few months is watching YouTube videos about it, reading stuff about asexuality, imagine scenarios with random people that I see at the street, or just keep staring at them and try to guess if I'm experiencing attraction. 4/5 

Also in movies and books that seem cool and I guess that a part of me want something like that but the reality discust me. (Dunno how to explain myself haha) And I find people attractive and I can tell when someone is what society mean by hot but I don't feel like sexuality attracted to that. Do u have any advice? Or something that I can do to clear up my mind? I'm kinda scared that is internalised homophobia and I'm using ace as an excused (sorry for the English is not my first language) 5/5

Hi! No need to apologize - your English is great! First I want to say that everything you have described is super relatable and really common. Here’s my advice:

1) Stop thinking about it so much.

I know this is easier said than done, but try not to let this consume your life. I used “test myself” out in public too. It was exhausting and stressful and didn’t help me very much. In fact, I think it ended up making me more confused. It’s hard, but whenever you feel yourself starting to do that, try to distract yourself. Mentally switch gears to something else. For me, I would look away and start a random conversation with someone. Or if I was watching a million videos/taking a million online quizzes I would turn off my phone/computer and start doing something else entirely. I did that until I eventually started thinking about my identity less and less.

In my experience, I gained the most clarity once I stopped obsessing over trying to find answers. Thinking about one thing for too long can make everything feel jumbled in your head, but taking a step back might help you come to some helpful realizations about yourself.

2) Trust your gut. 

Internalized homophobia is powerful and hard to overcome, and unfortunately I can’t tell you whether or not that’s what you’re experiencing. A lot of people I’ve talked to who have dealt with internalized homophobia said that their fantasies and imagination helped them realize that they were actually gay. For a while I thought maybe that’s what I was dealing with (or internalized biphobia) but I realized that when I would try to fantasize about people it just didn’t work for me, regardless of their gender. That helped me realize that I wasn’t repressing anything - there just wasn’t any attraction there. 

You mentioned that sometimes the idea of sex sounds interesting but the reality disgusts you. That’s an important feeling. Things often seem nice in theory, but if the reality of it seems unpleasant then that’s what really matters. If you can’t get past that disgusted feeling even when you try to let your mind naturally wander, then you should listen to that feeling.

3) Go for it.

 A lot of us put way too much pressure on ourselves to “get our labels right.” We’re afraid of having to switch later on or realizing that we’ve perpetuated a harmful stereotype by using one label as a “stepping stone” to another one. We’re afraid that people will think we were just in a “phase” or that the identity that we claimed was fake all along. There’s just a lot of pressure. But here’s the thing:

There shouldn’t be. 

From everything that you said, it sounds like you’re really leaning towards the idea that you might be ace. Great! Try the label on. Don’t ask anymore questions for a while and just see how it feels to identify as ace. Don’t worry about if you’re “ace enough” or if you’re actually secretly gay or anything like that. Just let yourself be ace.

How does it feel? Does it feel natural? Does it feel like it just fits somehow? Cool! Then stick with it! Be asexual.

Labels are not supposed to predict the future. They’re supposed to describe the present. If right now, you feel like sex really isn't your thing then I don’t see why you shouldn’t identify as asexual if that’s what you want to do. Then maybe one day you’ll feel super attracted to someone and decide that you’re graysexual or demisexual or gay or pans or whatever. Cool! That’s totally fine.

Try not to choose a label based on what might happen. Think about what feels real to you right now. If right now, it feels the most accurate to call yourself asexual, then go for it.

___

Anyways this was a really long response but hopefully there’s some helpful stuff in there. If anyone else has any advice they want to add on, please feel free to do so!

Also you can always ask another question or DM me if you want!

[chaoticneutralwriter]

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What if Jimin met....Jimin?

guardian demon!Jimin x reader

genre: fluff, romance, angst, comedy, supernatural

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A/n: So this was like....a half developed scene that I was going to put in for Interlude: Second Best buuuuut I didn’t want to make the chapter too long because the main focus was guardian demon!Jimin’s POV from the events in the previous chapter. However! It’s been mentioned as a ‘what-if’ so I completed it as a fun deleted scene. Hope you like it and hope yall are doing okay! take care, be safe and I’ll hopefully see you soon again for another update, this time with story progression LOL

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Jimin’s game plan to blend in is quite simple because it really only consists of one step; grab a staff member so that he can duplicate the lanyard ID they have. Even though he promised to not use his powers to you for the most part, it doesn’t mean he hasn’t found ways to work around it. He easily locks onto a target — a male staff exiting the artist room to step out into the hallway Jimin’s in, presumably on a short break as he strides down to stop by a vending machine. The male staff has his head down, eyes glued to his phone for a while until finally, he takes a quick glance up to view the selection of snacks before ducking his head again, clearly in no rush at all.

Jimin’s lips quirk and he makes quick work at slipping closer, steps light and so undetectable that he may as well be a ghost rather than a demon. At the last minute, Jimin cloaks himself, sneaking up on the unsuspecting male just as he reaches into his back pocket to grab some change. The demon’s touch feels nothing more than a draft, fingers barely caressing the back of the colourful lanyard hanging around his neck but it’s all he needs. The male staff carries on, punching in the numbers and watches as the bag of chips falls into the slot below. Taking it, he walks away, none the wiser.

Jimin pays no mind to him anymore, focused on slipping the thin silver chain necklace out from under his shirt and with a soft blow of his breath, the silver chain morphs into the lanyard, a perfect copy. Normally, he would do without a need for something tangible to cast the illusion but this way, he wouldn’t have to use too much magic to keep it up — a weight to the illusion is more believable than simply thin air.

Satisfied, he lets the cloaking spell disperse, rolling his neck a little at the relief that he can finally walk around more freely without the worry of hiding or arousing suspicions.

“Now… where to go?” He mumbles quietly to himself, eyes darting before deciding that he should scope out the way to the area under the stage. Just as he rounds the corner though—

“Woah!”

Jimin’s fast reflexes has him jerking back in time before he collides into the other body. With a step back, his eyes immediately catch sight of the sparkly jacket and they widen almost simultaneously in realization.

Face to face with him was none other than his own mirror, Park Jimin of BTS, only he has honey blond hair and a glowing complexion.

“Ah, I’m really sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes are a little wide, stormy grey contacts shining as he apologizes.

For a moment, he’s frozen, stuck rigid in place with shock and split second panic before realizing that he has the safety of his mouth mask and drawn up hood to protect his identity of being the idol’s face stealer. Also the fact that the idol has yet to pass out from shock at seeing his own clone or give any sort of huge reaction was a good indicator.

“A-Ah….” The demon’s voice catches in his throat, and he awkwardly coughs, embarrassed as he ducks his head and mutters gruffly in Korean, “No, it’s my mistake.”

The singer smiles amicably, teeth showing and gaze so warm and so friendly that the demon almost has trouble meeting it.

“Hey now, don’t worry! It’s nothing serious.” There’s a pause, a slight tilt of his honey blond head before those artificial stormy grey irises blink, brows furrowing. The demon starts to actually sweat, eyes refusing to meet as he unconsciously begins to lean back to put space in between. But there’s no escaping the curious gaze of the twenty-four year old singer. “Ah, I— I don’t mean to sound rude or offensive but…. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before?”

Oh shit, shit, shit, shit…

He swears his plan would’ve been completely foolproof if he hadn’t ran into the very person he’s going around parading as. The chances of the demon running into said idol was 1 in 200 and yet it’s as if fate had cursed him with the unwanted luck a fan could only dream of having. But there’s no time to curse heaven and fuck all because his mind begins to race with possibilities of escaping this situation. Maybe he could get away with enthralling the idol for a quick second, trick him into thinking this is all some sort of hallucination from being overworked and then when he’s all good and spaced out, the demon can make his escape. His fingers just about twitches when the singer’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, face alight with an epiphany.

“Are you perhaps new?”

….What?

A beat unknowingly passes between them, with the demon blinking owlishly at the young man, completely gripped in disbelief and the singer staring back expectantly.


“Am I mistaken…?”

The hesitancy creeping into that question snaps the demon from his stupor and he finally blurts out, “No, I’m new.”

Relief washes over the idol’s handsome face (he’s never gonna get over how fucking trippy this is to watch), shoulders visibly losing some tension and the singer even places a hand over his chest.

“Ah, that would’ve been really bad — I usually am able to recognize everyone on the team.” His eyes creases again from the smile forming on his face. “Why haven’t we met yet, um….?”

“Ju—“ The demon stumbles on his words, thinking at the last second that your impromptu Korean name you had given him when he met Jaehee sounded too similar to the idol’s so his mind jumps to the next one he remembers off the top of his head. “— yeon….Kang Juyeon. This is my first day.”

Jimin the idol makes a noise of understanding, presumably taking his sloppy introduction as nerves in good strides. He inclines his head graciously in an almost small bow that catches the demon off-guard. “It’s nice to officially meet you Juyeon-ssi. I look forward to working with you.”

He bows robotically in return.

“Are you on break right now?” The young singer asks innocently.

“…Yes…” The answer comes out unsure, like he’s testing the waters and seeing where this could possibly lead — hopefully with the idol leaving him be and carrying on back to the artist room, surely much too busy to entertain a seemingly nervous new recruit. To his surprise though, the demon is proven wrong.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I must be taking up your time. Have you gotten anything to drink or eat yet?”

“Well, no but—“

The idol’s mouth gapes open almost immediately, “Would you like to head over to the catering room now? We can grab something.”

The demon is baffled, to say the least; so taken aback by Jimin’s friendly disposition to someone who he only just met that even though he really shouldn’t be overstaying his welcome like this, a part of him would actually feel guilty for turning down the offer. He’s so glad he’s wearing a mask right now because then the idol wouldn’t have to see the borderline crazed smile slowly stretching over the demon’s lips, the disbelief too strong.

But looking at the original owner of the face he wore, seeing it completely reflect a drastically different personality than his own invokes something in him; a morbid curiosity taking hold and stoking the fire to a long buried question —

Who is Park Jimin?

Beyond the worldwide renown Korean idol and a pretty face with killer vocals and dancing, the demon knows very little about who this person is, this person whom you adore so much. What is it that drew you to him specifically amongst the other members. He highly doubts its looks alone (you’re definitely not the shallow type), or maybe even the amount of talent because from what he gathered, all the members were pretty much on par with each other in all departments.

So what made Jimin special?

He really shouldn’t follow this rabbit down the hole, but he’s a demon by nature and impulsivity is practically his middle name. Without another second thought, he agrees with a nod of his head, “Okay.”

Curiosity really should be a sin.

He gets a blinding smile in response, eyes disappearing and pearly teeth on display (he spies the slight crooked front tooth that somehow only seems to add to the singer’s charm rather than a flaw). They walk off towards the room that acts as a communal dining area for the staff and artists themselves, the large selection of hot foods lined up like a buffet self-serve while there are tables available for anyone who wants to sit down for their meal. There’s only a few staff members gathered there, each preoccupied with their phones or simply grabbing a quick bite to eat before rushing back to where they’re needed.

The singer walks in and of the few people that are hanging around, he inclines his head in greeting to them. The demon has no choice but to follow in order to not draw suspicions (even though he gets a few raised eyebrows from wearing a full hood and mask but is ultimately brushed off).

“There’s a lot of choices here so please help yourself. Don’t be shy.” Jimin gestures, grabbing a plate and going for one of the rolls of kimbap. Though the demon has no intention of eating anything — for obvious reasons, he still makes the effort to thoughtlessly pick out random food items to place on his plate for the sake of keeping up the facade. He gets as far as two scoops of sweet and sour pork before the young idol turns to him and his eyes dart to his modest portion.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“Uh…Yes?”

That immediately draws out a noise of disapproval, handsome face pinching along to match the tone. “Ah, Juyeon-ssi; you need to eat to keep up your strength. You can’t hold back on something as important as that.” Before any words of protest can be formed, a kimbap roll is placed on the empty space of the demon’s plate.

And then another.

And then a spring roll.

And then a hefty scoop of black bean noodles and some rice.

It goes on until his plate is adequately full, the idol satisfied as they migrate over to an empty table. The demon takes a seat and he feels his lips quirk as he observes the fact that Jimin’s own plate only consisted of two kimbap rolls and a few pieces of fruit he’s currently nibbling on. The stark contrast and adamancy is already so telling of his character, sans personal dietary considerations.

“Has the job been hard so far?” The singer asks casually.

“Not particularly….”

“Ah, that’s good to hear. Have people been nice to you?”

“Uh…Yeah, I guess.”

He gets a nod of approval, and the demon vaguely likens the feeling of a mother asking their child if their first day of school went well (or if he’s being generous, an older brother). It’s strange experiencing something so familial yet coming from the idol, it all seems so natural as if they’ve known each other for years and not just in the span of less than an hour.

It’s quite the culture shock — something he admittedly doesn’t have a good grasp on and it’s that curiosity to know that has him daringly (or perhaps, no doubt to his colleagues, foolishly) diving deeper. The wooden chopsticks in his hand push around the food on his plate meaninglessly, a gesture meant to disguise the hidden agenda he has; dissecting the idol and seeing what makes him tick.

His lips instinctively quirk under his mask but he makes sure that it doesn’t translate in his gaze as his eyes focus on the idol.

“I’m sure your job is much more tiring.” He says, taking on a tentative tone, implicating for an open ended discussion.

The singer takes a pause, eyes wandering in thought before he sucks in a breath after some serious considerations, “I don’t really think my job is any harder than some of the other staff here…” He stops, as if collecting his thoughts again and then continues, “I think it’s thanks to everyone’s efforts that the members and I are able to do these show successfully and safely. If I were to really break things down…. I really only do a small part.”

“But there’s no point to a show if there’s no performers.”

There’s a hum in reply to his statement but after the idol swallows the strawberry he’s popped into his mouth, he says, “I can see how you would say that, but I think more importantly, there’s no point to a show without the fans.”

The demon doesn’t miss the gentle affection that slips through — that quiet, soft whisper that carries the words near the end, giving way to something much deeper. It’s something he’s seen before, reflected in himself, and it’s whenever his thoughts wander to you.

Fondness.

His chest gives a twinge at the memory, jaw clenching a little as if to physically repress the feelings that begin to stir.

“You don’t even know the fans….” It comes out more as a low murmur to himself, but the contempt underlying his tone seeps through all the same. It’s just…. How could the idol possibly share the same sentiment he has with you, someone who he’s actually spent time with and come to know all the little quirks to — what makes you happy, sad, laugh, the way you laugh, the little noises you make when you eat something you love, see you at your highest and lowest points, with a group of people (not even a single person) who he’s had less than ten seconds worth of interactions?

It’s far too superficial, too scripted and said too many times with no real meaning. He wants to scoff at how impractical it is.

“Maybe so, but it goes beyond that.” The familiar sound of the idol’s lilt halts the demon’s thoughts quite suddenly, still in that soft spoken way but there’s something else with it. A sureness — steady and unwavering, and just the barest hints of….passive-aggressiveness?

That gets a quirk in the eyebrow; so this kitten does have claws after all.

“There are times where I wonder why there are so many people who like us and support us the way they do.” The singer continues seriously, already getting lost in deep thought. “Probably because we work hard, but who doesn’t work hard? Others make good music and do their best too so why us? We try our best to communicate to our fans but everyone does too…..These sorts of things are something I often think about.”

A pause, as if to find the right words, “But whenever I read the fan’s letters or things they post on SNS to us, saying how much we’ve helped them with our songs when they’re going through a hard time, it makes me realize that we’re not so different. We all have flaws and maybe it’s because we’re not perfect that they like us. Starting off with nothing and then little by little, seeing more people coming to support us…. They’re the ones who put us on the stage, so I— We cherish them a lot. They give us energy and comfort us, and we do the same back, like a deep connection, an understanding.”

The young singer stops in pushing around the remaining strawberry on his plate, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips, like he’s recalling a particularly pleasant memory. “So we want to give back by making good music and showing them our best. Ah, reminds of something really cool Namjoon-hyung said.” He takes the time to tilt his head, “He said how even if it’s just one person he could help, he’ll continue to keep trying. That really touched me, so even if we might not know them personally, they’re the ones who motivate us and makes all of this worth it.”

Once he finishes, the demon is left a little more than bewildered, overwhelmed in fact that all he could do was blink. Granted, it was a lot to take in, never having expected such an arduous confession but what’s even more baffling to him is the conviction the singer had saying all of it, so earnest in his words. Now, he’s no lie detector per se, but as a demon, he does have a more innate ability to pick up on cues and inflections that would give a person away, revealing their true nature. He’s used to it after all.

And then along comes Park Jimin.

This twenty-four some odd year old idol, thrusted into the cut-throat world that is the entertainment industry, young and bright-eyed, armed with nothing but potential, a good work ethic and a dream, yet comes out on the other side, a little bruised and scathed but otherwise, un-jaded; that young and bright-eyed innocence not diminished, instead it matured into something more resilient.

He can probably count on his finger how many people he can actually say that about. Hell, the only closest people that would qualify would be saints, and even that is debatable.

It’s....irritating because he’s faced with the fact that as much as he had wanted to dislike this person, he’s proven that he can’t.

A rush of air leaves his nose and he has to contain a rueful smile. “You’re a very admirable person Park Jimin-ssi. Not that many people keep to their beliefs so strongly like that.”

He gets a bashful giggle in return, light and melodic.

“Aish, what are you saying? I’m not all that impressive….I think I still have a lot to learn.” The singer almost whines from behind the back of his hand covering the open mouth smile he has. Once he calms, it softens. “All I really want is for the fans to remember BTS for our sincerity. I just hope that I’ve been able to help convey that so far.”

The demon lets out a breathy chuckle, finally getting up from his seat. He gazes down at this young man who’s face reflects his own yet wears it in such an entirely different way — glowing with a passion and radiance that is warm, sincere, kind, compassionate and loving.

Perhaps the way it’s meant to be worn.

And it’s with a bittersweet reluctance that the demon places a hand on the singer’s shoulder, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Keep doing what you’re doing and never lose sight of yourself. As long as you remember what you’re doing this for, the sincerity of your members and you will be conveyed.”

Stormy grey eyes widen a fraction, a little confused as they blink up at him, clearly not expecting such encouragements (honestly, he didn’t expect this either yet here he is).

“Wh— Um, I—…” The idol reaches a hand up to comb through his meticulously styled hair, tousling a few loose strands as slowly, the apples of his cheeks begin to dust in a pink hue and dark eyes can’t help but watch on in amusement. As if sensing the focus shifting to his quickly reddening face however, the young man lets out a sputter and lightly smacks the demon’s forearm, refusing to meet his gaze. “Ahh Juyeon-ssi! What’s with you saying that all of a sudden to me? You sound as if you’re way older than me when we’re probably friends in age!”

Friends…

“What makes you think that?”

“W-Well… I don’t know how to explain it but…. I feel a sense of familiarity with you when we met. Like, a vibe….” The sentence pewters out into a shy mumble, the tips of his ears matching his cheeks now before comically, grey orbs whip up, suddenly concerned. “Unless you’re not….?”

The snort that leaves the demon’s mouth is quickly covered by clearing his throat but he’s sure the restrained mirth still reaches his eyes as he assures, “No, we’re friends.”

He’s met with a brilliant grin, full of teeth and a twinkle in his gaze. “Oh thank goodness. I would’ve died on the spot out of embarrassment.”

He refrains from rolling his eyes if only to dismiss the overly-dramatic relief that overcame the poor young man. But regardless, it’s his cue to go — he's starting to feel a little too perturbed being near someone so good-natured. With a final pat to his shoulder, the demon begins to depart.

“It was nice talking to you Park Jimin-ssi but you’ll have to excuse me, I have to get going now.”

“O-Oh? Is it really that time? If that’s the case— Ya! Kang Juyeon-ssi! Did you even touch your food? You—!”

“Jimin-hyung!”

“Oh?” Jimin’s attention whips to the new voice that called him from the still full plate of food left on the table. His eyes immediately meet doe-eyed ones, usually dark as coal but are currently a more lighter coffee colour, bringing out more of the brown that’s hidden in its depths thanks to the contacts. The youngest member approaches him with long strides, the sequins on his own stage outfit glitter with each step.

“This is where you were? Should’ve told me you were hungry, we could’ve gone to snack together.”

“Ah, no I was just talking with Juyeon-ssi.”

“Juyeon? Who’s that?”

“Kang Juyeon; that person who was just leaving, you must’ve seen him on your way in.”

But that only gets a head tilt from Jungkook, who swivels his head back towards the entrance, “He doesn’t sound familiar and I didn’t see anyone leaving.”

“….Huh?” Equally confused, Jimin swerves around the tall form of Jungkook to get a look however, to his surprise, he doesn’t see anyone. Glancing around lets him know that at most, there was only three other people in the room, excluding him and Jungkook but they were all immersed on the couch in the far corner, away from the entryway. Does Juyeon walk that fast?  “Aye, quit messing with me. He had on a face mask, around my height? With his hoodie pulled up; probably the only one here who does too.”

Jungkook shakes his head, genuinely clueless on who Jimin could possibly be referring to. “No, I swear I haven’t seen anyone around like that.”

The furrow in Jimin’s brows deepen, mouth falling open in disbelief. The scrunched up, troubled expression the older member makes was too good to pass up on teasing so Jungkook can’t help but to lean close, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What? Were you speaking to a ghost this entire time hyung?”

“Aish! Don’t say that! That actually gave me chills!” Jimin scowls, smacking the youngest repeatedly on the arm and causing Jungkook to cackle and skip away from the assault.

“Anyways, Namjoon-hyung wants to go over the script again so I went to go find you.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go then.”

Brushing down his jacket, Jimin gets up, taking both plates with him, discarding his own empty one while Jungkook gleefully takes the one Juyeon hadn’t touched. The two head out and begin to make their way back to the artist dressing room, with Jungkook talking around mouthfuls of food about what Jimin had apparently missed while he was away but all Jimin could think about was his meeting with Juyeon.

There’s no way he could’ve imagined it all in his head — he’s too young to be going senile. Plus, it felt too real for it to be some overworked hallucination (besides, he doesn’t feel that jet lagged). So there’s a perfectly, logical explanation for it. Yeah, he just…walks really fast.

“Jimin-hyung is here!” Jungkook calls out to the rest of the members. He gets a myriad of boisterous responses and greetings. The sound makes him inadvertently grin.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming. I didn’t think you would miss me that badly; I was gone for ten minutes.”

Thoughts of his mysterious friend are pushed away for some other time but the wise words he’s been given remain at the forefront of Jimin’s mind. Perhaps the next time he runs into Juyeon, he’ll treat him to a drink or two during the celebratory dinners — get to know him better.

He’s not sure what it is about Juyeon that makes him want to befriend him so intently, like there’s something about him….

Something that’s a little melancholy….and maybe, he dare say, a little lonely.

But to the singer’s dismay, he never really did see him again.

[knives-and-lint]

first lines meme!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors

I was tagged by @bohemicns, (who is brilliant btw) and I’m going to do ten over twenty, because that feels like A LOT. 😋 But I will skirt the rules a bit and include chapters, if that’s okay..? (And perhaps more than a single line for context, because starting a fic with just one clipped sentence is seriously a habit with me...)

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1. Orange Rhyming Dictionary, Nancy Drew, Ace/Nancy College AU

Of course the elevator is out of order.

The sign stating such is scribbled on in permanent marker, with 'always' written before out, and 'fucking' before order. 

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2. Whispers in the Dark, Nancy Drew, Ace/Nancy, S2 speculation 

The sound is something you learn to take for granted.

Waves breaking on the coast. Whether it be rocks at the bottom of a cliff, or the endless miles of sand lined beaches, the crash and hiss echo across town just the same. An infinite supply of white noise your ears happen to catch among the bustle of any other day. Nancy hears a growl in it now. The low rumble of a sea creature calling for their heads. Pay the debt you owe, it seethes. Blood for blood. Bones for bones.

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3. Smart Girl Detective, Nancy Drew, Ace/Nancy, High School AU

Ace isn't used to seeing other kids his age inside the police station.

But there she sits, on the wooden bench next to the chief's office, with an outfit that radiates she was found in a place no one was supposed to be. Strawberry blonde locks spill from underneath a solid black beanie, as gloved hands toss a flashlight back and forth between them, while the girl's eyes stare blankly at the shoes on her feet.

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4. South of Heaven, CAOS, Sabrina/Weird Sisters, Damnation Part 3

Chapter 1: It's mildly disconcerting. To be surrounded by light. Enveloped in it. Swallowed by it.

Chapter 2: Sabrina learns the hard way, that while discovering she is fully capable of flight, the preexisting knowledge of how to land does not come with it.

Chapter 3: When Sabrina opens her eyes, it's not the wooden ceiling of their church she sees, rather the plain white of the Academy's infirmary.

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5. 27, The Magicians, Quentin/Julia, Alice/Margo, Timeline AU, basically mini fics packaged as a whole fic 

Chapter 1: “I'm telling you,” Margo insists, hands on her hips, and staring up at the TADA sign on the opposite wall. “There's something there.”

Chapter 2:  Their eyes keep meeting from across the room.

Chapter 3:  “I was a goose!”

Chapter 4:  Julia is beginning to wonder, if a former student put a glamour on her favorite spot in the living room, because every time she sits there no one ever seems to see her. Lucky break, when Margo and Alice come rumbling down the stairs, clearly in the middle of an argument.

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6. something to remind me, Supergirl, Red Daughter/Lena Luthor, Kara/Lena

This isn't the kind of thing she does regularly.

Drinking. Namely drinking alone, is very much something done regularly, but always within the confines of her office. Sitting by herself on a stool at the end of a high class hotel bar, however, is the exception to the rule. Something about the stress of the last few weeks, has left her feeling very much the caged bird, and a little voice inside began to cry for her to be let out.

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7. Living in Sin, CAOS, Sabrina/Weird Sisters, Damnation Part 2

Chapter 1: Sabrina rolls onto her side, hand reaching across the mattress, and coming into contact with something that wasn't there when she fell asleep. 

Chapter 2:  Agatha is perched at the head of her bed, when Sabrina enters the room, book resting in her lap as she moves to flip a page.

Chapter 3:  Sabrina bursts into the dorm room, pulling the bag from her shoulder and slinging it on the bed, as Prudence spins around ready to defend herself from this unforeseen irruption in activity.

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8. Play with Fire, CAOS, Sabrina/Weird Sisters, Damnation Part 1 

Chapter 1:  Sabrina adjusts the strap on her shoulder, bag bouncing against her hip as she walks through the woods, taking deep lung fulls of crisp autumn air.

Chapter 2: “So how does it work exactly?” Sabrina asks. They're standing among the headstones in the yard, eyes casting back to her body slumped along the bench back on the porch. 

Chapter 3:  “It's good to see you!” exclaims Roz, pulling Sabrina into a hug.

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9. Rites of Spring, CAOS, Sabrina/Weird Sisters

The moon is a sliver above their heads, gouging itself into the night sky, shining just enough light to illuminate the trail. Pinkies all linked together, as is their custom, they walk along with faces forward anticipating the events to come. 

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10.  Cherries in Brandy, CAOS, Sabrina/Weird Sisters 

When it happens, the moment itself is rather insignificant.

Sabrina and the Weird Sisters, loitering about after choir practice, singing random passages from the songbook for lack of something more interesting to do. Prudence has the most well rounded voice, but Agatha can carry a note for longer than all of them, and Dorcas can match a harmony as easily as snapping her fingers.

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Well, like I said, my biggest pattern (habit) is using a single clipped sentence quite often. I guess I just imagine that I’m about to tell a friend a story, and try to say something brief but interesting enough to grab their attention. 

As far as a favorite, maybe the one for Whispers in the Dark. When you live near a large body of water, the sound of it is something you take for granted after awhile, and hearing a monster growl beneath the depths would definitely pique my interest if I come across it. (at least i hope it did) 

Cheers, Lucy! Am flattered I was included in your tags. As far as tagging others, I guess whoever sees this and wants to? I honestly don’t remember who follows me on here that writes, and that’s my swiss cheese memory for you. Apologies. 

[ommsims]

story process challenge

i was tagged  by @xldkx​​ to do this challenge, created by @herpixels​​​ , like a month? a month and a half? ago and it’s been sitting half finished in my drafts for nearly as long. *sigh* (regardless, i love stuff like this so even if it takes me forever to get to it, i appreciate the tags! 💕). 

i decided to answer all the qs because it took me damn long enough to get to this, so i might as well put some extra elbow grease into it (plus it was fun!). btw it’s all going under a cut b/c it is long. i apologize in advance.

1. My Writing Process - used to be a hot damn mess. literally word docs strewn throughout my pc. However, I recently switched to using Onenote (it’s what i use to organize my d&d campaign notes) and hoo-boy is it so much nicer. this is how it’s set up and it’s honestly night and day. i can have a page with outlines, a page to organize & order screenshots, and a separate page for drafting text, and i can easily toggle though them without having to switch windows? a big thumbs up from me.

When it comes to actual writing- I used to write my drafts in novel format, which i enjoyed but it made “converting” them into tumblr posts time consuming and frustrating. I ended up scrapping most of the text in the process, retaining pretty much only the dialogue. 

Anyway, nowadays I write in more of a screenplay format: dialogue only + key scene information with the occasional note to self. 

I do keep a master “arcs” page with key events and each individual character’s arc from beginning to end and secondary “outline” pages with slightly more detailed outline for each leg of the project. No screencaps b/c spoilers galore! 

My typical work flow process for a scene goes: (1) brainstorm scene ideas, (2) take screenshots, (3) organize screenshots into a rough storyboard, (4) add 1st draft of text, (5) edit photos, (6) edit text, (7) upload to "drafts” here on tumblr, (8) let sit for a bit (9) take a final look at things/proofread and edit as needed. It may sound counterintuitive, but i find it much easier to write dialogue for a set of images rather than attempt to take images based on prewritten text. I feel more comfortable editing and tweaking tone and content in the text this way. Otherwise, I get frustrated when I “can’t” shoot a scene exactly as it appeared in my head.

2. How I build my scenes - A lot of what i do is rooted in gameplay, therefore my sets are usually (a) play-tested and (b) not super pretty. I’ve certainly improved at decorating & building over the years but more often than not I download lots off tumblr and the gallery because I don’t have the patience, aptitude, or time to build all of my own sets. That being said, I frequently gut builds only to build a number of completely unrelated mini sets inside to reduce the number of times i have to replace lots. I also keep a list of “important locations” and where certain characters live / will move to, to help keep this all straight as there aren’t nearly enough lots per neighborhood or even per world in this damn game...

my least favorite part of scene building is actually decorating. lol. Don’t get me wrong, I love clutter. I honestly do. but fuck me if i expect myself to spend hours meticulously decorating a set, spend another 3 hours toggling back and forth b/w BB & live modes adjusting things to get rid of the damn routing errors. (yeah, yeah, i know i could ignore them, they’re not important, especially in those scenarios where i’m using a set for screenshots and nothing else, but idk. it really grinds my gears.) and then have to replace the lot like a week later because there aren’t enough lots in the game. *sigh*

3. CC/Pose Making - i do not consider myself to be a cc creator nor a pose maker but i do dabble occasionally. And to be completely honest i’d much rather spend my time doing other stuff, so it’s not high on my list of priorities atm. plus there are so many talented cc creators in this community; i can usually get by with what’s already out there.

4. Getting in the zone - Honestly, I do a lot of brainstorming for plot & dialogue in the shower. I don’t have any particular playlists to get me “in the writing mood” but I do enjoy listening to music as I work. Either instrumental stuff or simply artists/songs I like. If something just so happens to “fit” a scene I’m working on, one i’ve got planned, or even just gives me vibes for a certain character or group, I add a quick note to the top of said scene’s draft. Most of the time I stick it in the recesses of my brain and add a quick link when I finally get to the point of posting the draft to tumblr. For whatever reason, when I have one of those “oh this song is perfect for X” moments it’s essentially ingrained in my mind for the rest of eternity. 

5. The screenshot folder - this will most likely give some of you out there major anxiety. but i swear it’s an organized chaos. :)

yep. 32.9gb of screenshots & related things... 

So with the raws from a single random scene selected, you can see i take roughly 10 screenshots per image posted. not terrible i guess but i’m working on it. Typically I take screenshots and once I’m done editing a scene I’ll move them from the general folder to a more specific project folder.

6. Captions - I’ll answer this in three parts:

for my townie story. not really. I prefer using the text box. I tend to write (& re-write) the dialogue for each one of these scenes several times over as I add more “scenes” into my drafts. It would be incredibly inefficient, time consuming, and would waste a lot more space on my pc to have to save .psds of each image just so i could edit dialogue when I decide: “oh hey maybe so and so needs to bring up X in this scene” and then change my mind an hour later.

for niko, noor, & co. I’m a text on image type gal here. don’t really know why, but it gives the project a different energy. ironically it makes it feel more laid-back to me. which i guess makes sense, it’s a much more light-hearted “story” than my townie project. which is, imo, very soapy haha.

for legacy stuff. all text goes below the images in the text box. reasoning: it’s gameplay, I don’t brainstorm, outline, or pre-write for this. I play the game, take screenshots, plug ‘em into my drafts and write some commentary / dialogue to go along with it.

7. Editing - i am a creature of habit and have not majorly changed my editing process in probably a year and a half (when I began using reshade and had to adjust my color correcting psd). it’s a super basic system:

drag & drop my “color correction” psd.

run actions in ps. (i made my own “all-in-one” actions to really streamline the process; i have different “actions sets” for my premades’ story and for other things that get posted to tumblr. even if no one else notices it, i like the little details that keep my projects separate and “identifiable”. 

voila. all set to upload.

sometimes i crop images, add “text effects”, or do more in depth editing (i.e. editing a phone screen or adding rain etc.) but overall i try and keep it simple for myself. 

8. Throwback - i posted an image of one of the first (but never posted) scenes I’d written for my townie project up above. but as for how would i redo a scene i’d already posted. well i’m currently re-doing my townie story so i guess i’ll just say you’ll see how it’s redone when i get to part 1! 😉

anyway, no tags because i’m so embarrassingly late to this party but if you hadn’t gotten around to this tag, wanted to do it but didn’t get a tag, or started it and left it to sit and now you’re thinking “oh god that was months ago should i even post this anymore?!?” consider yourself tagged by me and go ahead and post it for all to see!

[rinnnyxr]

Unpopular opinions you agree with

**Pineapple belongs on pizza **

Oreos in milk are overrated

New Disney is better than old Disney

K-pop isn’t good 

Riverdale is overrated

Being childish isn’t a bad thing

Tarantulas are cute

Books are better than movies 

Beards on men are ugly 

Snapchat isn’t that cool 

Taylor Swift’s albums are overrated

Cooked vegetables are better than fruit 

“The Kissing Booth” movie isn’t that good 

“Money can’t buy happiness” isn’t real

Black coffee is better than all other coffee

Converses are uncomfortable 

“The Incredibles 2″ is overhyped

Soccer isn’t fun sport to watch

**Ketchup is nasty **

Donuts are gross

Cats better than dogs  

Beyoncé is overrated 

Android is better than Apple 

Sprite is better than Pepsi or Coke

Trump is a good president

Peanut butter is disgusting 

Soda tastes terrible

Tacos are gross 

**Teens use their phone too much **

Vanilla is better than chocolate

Yeezys are ugly 

Pizza is gross

School is fun

Sardines are delicious

Despacito was not a good song at all 

Croptops are ugly

Honey is disgusting

**Metal music is amazing **

Showering at night is better than showering in the morning 

It’s annoying when people say “bless you” after you sneeze and they should mind their own business

Cake is not that good

Waking up early rules

Staying friends with your exes is fine and healthy 

Concerts are not fun 

Watching a movie at home is better than watching a movie in theaters

Anything fewer than four “ha”s in a “hahahaha” text is rude

Cats just seem more human than dogs

Getting presents is more stressful than it’s worth

Strawberries get more credit than they deserve

Taking a nap is usually a bad idea

**It’s better to be hot than cold **

Vegetables are better than dessert

Christmas is not the best holiday, not by a long shot 

^Thanksgiving is the best holiday 

Karaoke is only fun if you are a good singer and love attention. It’s horrifying for the rest of us 

There’s no reason to send cards in 2020. It’s a waste of trees

**Talking on the phone is easier and better than texting **

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Texting Slang I Use

ily | idk | wtf | ttyl | stfu | cuz | rn | kms |** lol | wth** | oml | tmr | brb | lmao | ty | smh | np |** ikr | nvm** | idgaf |** ur | btw | idc** | bc

Parties Hosted before Friends make me go Prom Only eats the food Sings along Doesn’t talk to anyone Family parties Goes at least 1 a year Went with bf/gf Made new friend(s) Never drank Hooked up with someone Sitting the whole time Dances Prefers to stay at home School dances Stayed up all night Goes with friends Invited but does not go Drank mysterious liquid Got drunk Social with everyone DJ-ed a party

My Crush boy glasses older than me stylish long hair brunette short techie smart shy girl braces blue eyes freckles red hair younger than me rich short hair popular tall book worm plays a sport brown eyes blonde

Different Types of Virgo 1, The CEOs sensitive but doesn’t show it rolling their eyes for your drama wears black clothes a lot “my time is precious” lets failures define their self-worth doesn’t give up easily 4/6 2, The Beauty Queen discounted clothes are the absolute best not gonna be anyone’s side hoe insecure with their looks perfectionist mentality congenial, tires to be kind not ashamed of their sexuality 6/6 3, The Motherly Type holds grudges makes sure you eat well underappreciated to the core tries to help you in any way possible patient but easily irritated gets excited when you ask them about something they’re a pro at 5/6 4, The Chill Intellectual thrifts clothing 4/20 friendly watched documentaries about topics has so many conspiracy theories doesn’t give a fuck, just wants to have some peace good grades without trying 2/6

When a Virgo Is Sad “I’ll joke about my pain haha” “Fuck I’m lonely” Stressing out for no reason Tries hard not to cry Still tryna be there for people “Wow, I’ve been made the bad guy again..nice” “No one appreciates me” In need of romance or just comfort?

Inside The Mind of a Virgo

**“Bruh” **| resilience | being smart af | y’all are gonna miss me when I’m gone” | being good at listening | checking up on friends because you care | not realizing how beautiful you are | :( | boss ass bitch that’s goofy | not apologizing for speaking the truth | “fuck you but fuck me” | bravery | empathy | cackling over the fact that their friends ended up hurt after they didn’t take the advice the gave | a whole Pinterest board of cute outfits | cute baby animals | hating group projects with dumb people

You as a Friend Spamming memes Giving your friends life-changing advices You’re witty Trying your best to make time for friends So nice to everyone else but hard on yourself The biggest crackhead Would literally lock friends up if they try to text their exes

Five Things That Annoy You Always feeling like you’re self-inviting yourself to an event Being behind slow walkers in busy areas Deadlines on important tasks Ignorant people who think they’re smart “Just get over it, look on the brighter side”

Things You’ve Google Searched Before What do my dream mean? Pornhub Good sleep tips WebMD am I dying? Heartbreak music People falling over

Random Lush for cash Needing therapy Masking pain Being called the “office bitch” Being the mom friend Comfort food Laughing at who your exes downgraded to Overanalyzing everything people say to you You’re helpful People have called you cute before You can’t tolerate dumb people You can either be really friendly or would put a gun to people’s heads “Existence is pain” Just wanting to get shit done You have great problem-solving skills You’re passionate and hard-working You feel uncomfortable when people are too giving with you You’re anxious You’re friendly but skeptical Expecting the worst Very frequent mood changes You’re romantic lowkey Ghosting toxic people You take good photos You’re open to constructive criticism You’d do anything for family You like to get shit done asap Sad over childhood nostalgia Being a ride or die friend Personality over looks Wanting to be a kid again highkey Wanting to be in control Kinda patient You have to deal with idiots on a regular “Why the fuck aren’t the dishes arranged in alphabetical order?” “I literally did not ask for your opinion” Stressing out over nothing important “Gosh I should’ve stayed home today”

Rate how important you think each of these is in a partner from 1-10 (1= not important/don’t care, 10=very important)

Speaking the same language   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Living in the same city   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Living in the same country   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Not swearing   **1 **| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Good hygiene   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Similar interests as you   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Them not living with their parents   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Being employed/having a good job   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

The amount of money they have   **1 **| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Being good in bed   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | **5 **| 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Being good with kids   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Playfulness   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Height   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |** 8** | 9 | 10

Going to the same school/work   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

How popular they are   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Their body/built   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Having good hair   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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tiktok famous (hc) - part four | p.p.

summary: episode four of tiktoks with y/n and peter ayooooo

warnings: cussing. what's new LOL

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- BACK AGAIN

- these are the imagines that i can pretty much just pump out because the plot line is like already layed out for me

- in conclusion i like writing these lol

- okay SO

THESE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE IDEAS::: spideybparker starbabez mrose12623 elliedevotee lilcassipuff buckybigbutt

THANK U! <3

^^ if you've changed your username i'm so sorry whenever i get requests i write down the username and it's lowkey difficult to track who is who and if they've changed it ahhhhh

- aight

- lets get into it

- yuhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- i'm gonna be saying yuh get into it so much in this imagine i apologize in advance

- like it's kinda bad

- oops

- so y'all know those audios that are like the fake calls

- it's like that man's voice he's like "hey whassup shorty your man around?"

- THAT ONE

- so naturally

- y'all know where this is going

- you and pete are just chilling (this is how all of them start. i feel like a broken record. help)

- you're like FUCK IT LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- you start recording

hey whassup shorty

- peter goes into FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE

- he's just playing video games (fortnite aye) but the  S E C O N D  HE HEARS THAT RANDOM MAN'S VOICE

- fuckin RIPS OFF THE HEADSET

- EYEBROWS FURROWED AS HE LOOKS AT YOU HE'S LIKE

- huh wHAT NOW

- ????!!!!!!!!!!

- you fail at keeping a straight face cause the fucking AUDIO

your man around?

- a wheeze FLIES out of you mouth as peter SHOOTS UP FROM HIS CHAIR

- big "FUCK NO!" energy

- mans practically jumps on top of you

- he's like angry and confused at first but then he sees how hard you're laughing and just gets even more confused

"what was that?"

- his voice is all high cause it does that in tense situations

- puppy face is loud n clear!

- babey

- meanwhile you can't catch your breath for SHIT

- so you show him the video as you continue to literally die

- as soon as he realizes he just melts

- he's like laying on top of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck before bursting out into laughter and holding you tighter

"you can't do that!"

- god me thinking about that happening irl is giving me BUTTERFLIES

- sexc

- okay this one is another fake phone call

- just gonna jump into it it's pretty much the same situation

- in this one you two are over 18 btw

- for ~legal reasons~

- the audio starts playing with the ringtone and peter just glances over

- he's too busy watching b99

- naturally

hey this is dr. alvarez! we received your pregnancy test results

- WHAT

- peter has never jumped so hard in his LIFE

- tv is PAUSED even captain holt has the shocked expression (who am i kidding it's holt his facial expression is as dead as a brick)

- 🅱eter literally yells

"WHAT"

- audio keeps going

is there a time next week you could come in and talk?

"y/n what"

- he runs over to you and you bust out laughing as he looks at your phone and realizes it's a tiktok

- an annoyed smile pulls at his lips and he groans and wraps his arms around you

"you had me there for a second"

- let's just say peter parker had family on his mind a LOT more since then

- wink wink

- k SO

- queso

- haha

- anyways

- y'all know that one sound

pussy so good i could save that shit for later

- welcome to straight tiktok!

- so y'all just chillin on his bed as best friends do

- on ur phones and shit

- and peter parker is a basic bitch so he has the led lights

- which i want SO BAD btw ugh my room would be such a vibe

- update i'm editing this and i just ordered some ayooooo

- anyways they're currently blue so like

- innocent

- chill

- but THEN

- the audio starts playing from peter's phone

pussy so good-

- you gAsp as the lights turn red

- ur like

- holy shit i didn't know parker could do that

- next thing you know peter's hand is on your chin/jaw (just about ur neck OOPS)

- his mouth is practically ON your ear

- you see him holding his arm out in front of you recording and you can't help but laugh

- but DAMN

his jawline is out and everything and he's fucking SMIRKINGGGG as he whispers the lyrics into your ear

- BUTTAFLIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- big mattia vibes (btw that man is NOT attractive i'm sorry)

- moving on

- i know i've written one of the ones where you kiss your best friend

- but time to turn the tables

- oh how the turn tables

- time for y/n to be a bad bitch cause WE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE!!

- hell yea!

- so it's late right

- like late late

- at least midnight (sleep schedule is MESSED from quarantine though so honestly late rn is like 2 or 3 in the morning yikes)

- and ur hella bored

- on tiktok

- the fuck else do you expect?

- and you start doing the thing where you start thinking about getting up and doing something and you think about it so much that you physically can NOT sit there any longer and must Move or Die

- i KNOW i am not the only one

- so that happens

- and you're like FUCK IT

- so you walk out of your room and into peter's next door

- oh to live at avengers headquarters and live next to peter parker

- you just fucking stroll in

- peter's fat ass just goes "hey thanks for knocking"

- meanwhile you can't even stand to look at him because you're afraid that if you do all of your confidence will VANISH

- so you set up the camera and start recording

- at this point peter's sitting up and just watching you cause he's so confused

- and

- (HERE WE GO)

- it takes everything in you not to RUN OUT

- but you walk over to him

- wrap a hand around his neck

- tilt your head and lean down

- when peter realizes what's going on he's like OH MY GOD

- fight or flight response HITS except its JUST FLIGHT

- HIS BODY CHOSE FLIGHT

- he fucking REELS back

- can't even process that his best friend and crush since EVER just tried to kiss him

- sdfjksdkfjsdfg

- DKJFNHSKDFNSLA

- you're like fuck! so you turn to start  r u n n i n g   a w a y

- but then his hands wrap around your waist

- you FLY backwards and laugh as the two of you flop into the bed

- and he kisses you

- mwah ha ha haaaaaa

- don't ask why the evil laugh just accept it

- i am tired yes it is only 8:43pm i am still tired

- NEXTTTTTTT

- so y'all know those povs where it's like you find out your soulmate's first words on your bday

- well

- ha

- you and peter are bored because ~ q u a r a n t i n e ~

- chilling at headquarters

- bored in da house and i'm in da house bored

- and peter's like "imma make a pov!"

- okay!

- so i'm just gonna lay it out for you HERE WE GO

- he has the generic countdown thing (text boxes saying 3...2..1! you know the deal) and then he looks at his wrist and it says "hey spider-boy!" and he gets so flustered - next clip it's him running into "you" (obviously you're not actually in it but he does the text box thingy) - you're asking about what it says and try to get a peek but he pulls away - next clip it's right before your bday - and then you find out your quote and it says "it's spider-MAN! cause i'm a man!" - and peter is just looking anxiously/happily at the camera

- PERIOD

- i hope that was a good visual idk i tried

- and uhhhh yeah that one stays in the drafts bc he doesn't wanna expose himself

- moving right along by the way it's raining rn and i'm listening to my kind of woman by mac demarco and UGH this song makes me so...... jkdfhsdk

- OKAY THIS IS ANOTHER STRAIGHT TIKTOK ONE

- but it's cute so

- fuck it

- y'all know it

i wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes babe

- mischievous as ✨hell✨

- oh my god i got another idea okay i'm writing that after this one

- anyways!

- you and peter are chilling

- note: i yell at myself every time i write that because the AMOUNT OF THESE THAT START THIS WAY GOD

- he's watching netflix or something idk

- fyi outer banks is overrated sorry not sorry

- yell at me if u want but

- it's riverdale for vsco girls

- you set up the camera and start recording

- audio starts playing and you climb into his lap and he's like WOAH

- you like put your hands on his cheeks/jaws lol and you start mouthing the lyrics

- but the THING IS (pt 1)

- homeboy catches on pretty quick

- and

- fuck

- he starts MOUTHING THE LYRICS BACK

- you deadass have to take a second and reel back to catch your breathe

- but the THING IS (pt 2)

- HE'S GOTTEN ALL INTO IT

- SO HE PULLS YOU BACK IN

- UR FUCKIN FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING AND YOU BOTH JUST START REALLY AGGRESSIVELY MOUTHING THE LYRICS

- kinda hot doe

- something for u to think about at night

:)

- hey bitch this is a reminder to write about the fairy comments

- thanks past me

- SO

- hmm lemme think

- okay

- so

- okay yes

- so peter-man posts a tiktok of him doing flips n stuff

- like very generic white boy look at me doing things

- and it's very impressive

- but

- you decide to just GO AT IT IN THE COMMENTS

- LIKE TOTALLY ANNIHILATE HIM

- i'm just gonna write some examples

- fuck me for writing this on a computer finding all these emojis on here is very difficult

- oh well

- here we go:

- oh my god a squirrel just climbed up the tree in my front yard and it caught me so off guard my heart skipped a beat

- wait okay irrelevant

- for real this time here we go:

you ate that 💕🧚‍♀️⚡🌟next time make it me instead 💖🧚‍♀️✨ omg peter you came on my fyp 🧚‍♀️💖✨but make it on me next 🧚‍♀️💕✨🦋 a necklace 💕✨🧚‍♀️⚡but make it your hands ✨💖🦋😌

- and so on

- lets just say when peter saw those

- his face got SO RED

- TOOK HIM AT LEAST TEN MINUTES TO COMPOSE HIMSELF

- AND THEN HE RAN INTO YOUR ROOM

"y/n what is this"

"uh fairy comments"

"but they're so-"

- you just stare at him and like

- shrug

- but knowingly

- HAHA OKAY NEXT ONE

- okay i took a break to go sit in the rain and eat hawaiian rolls 10/10 experience def go do that next time it rains

- i think i wrote one like this but with the supalonely dance

- so this time

- we doing the savage dance

- first of all that song is a BANGER

- second, the dance is SO FUN

- so it's the same thing as last time

- you set up the camera but have it face peter instead of u sneaky sneaky

- and then u start doing the dance of course

- and obv peter is like yuhhhhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- clapping along and smiling and whooping

- supportive bby

- but THEN

- YOU THROW IT BACK

- HOMEBOY DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING

- HALF OF HIM IS LIKE OH FUCK I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HER

- OTHER HALF IS SAYING holy shit !

- once you finish you look at peter and he's just like 👁👄👁

- lol

- anyways

- you watch that video MULTIPLE TIMES afterwards

- okay in this one you and pete are 18+ because

- we like being legal 😌✋

- but it's one of those where you walk out in front of your boyfriend naked

- so peter just got home from patrol and climbs in through the window of y'alls shared apartment

- oh to live in an nyc apartment with peter parker UGH

"y/n? i'm home babe"

- the camera is shaking because you're laughing so hard and kinda nervy

- but you walk out of y'alls room and peter just turns to you

- nearly drops his fucking mask

- he's shocked for a second before he gets such a big smile on his face and throws you over his shoulder

- hehe

- okay last one i love this one sm this tiktok came up on my fyp and i immediately though THIS IS Y/N AND PETER

here it be::

https://www.tiktok.com/@wizqueifa_/video/6826567570116611333

god i hope that works and y'all can watch it lmk if u can't like if the link doesn't work or anything

- okay basically it's that tiktok but u and peter

- like that video EXACTLY everything about it is perfect

- that's it lol

- and i recommend watching her other tiktoks with her boyfriend bc their relationship is adorable and it's totally y/n and peter

- okay i think (hope to god) i've written all the ones that y'all requested

- i think i might only do just one more part of these???? idk i feel like if i just keep going on with them (cause obv trends keep coming) half this book would just be the tiktoks lol

- ANYWAYS

- peace out homies i love each and every one of you

- be kind to urself and try to be productive

- i'm gonna go try and write some more so

- yes

- MWAH <3

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hi i hope you guys are doing well

ily

[jekunitrash]

Chaos in the Alicein household_Chapter 4

It had been two weeks since Mikuni and Jeje came back. Everything was slowly returning the way it was before, the two brothers would play games in the afternoon and when the time would come for Misono to do his homework, the blonde would either talk with Lily and Jeje or play with the children. Surprisingly enough, they never questioned him too much on where he had been this whole time and what he had been doing. They were happy just listening to him talking about random things, and Mikuni made them laugh by listing all the pranks he played on Jeje. Said vampire wasn't amused. 

They also thought about closing the shop but the blonde said it would be a waste, and that he would just open it when Misono was at school, like a part-time job. He didn't want to stay home doing nothing of his days, eventhough everyone told him it was fine. Jeje for his part just complied to whatever his eve said. Besides, he could make bottled ships which was kind of a hobby to him. 

So everything was going well in the Alicein household except from the fact that Mikado wasn't at home very often because of "family affairs", as he said. But it wasn't much of a problem for the others since they were used to it and Mikuni wasn't that comfortable around him. They still needed some time to adjust to their new situation, it seemed. Anyways, the servamps and eves were having dinner when Misono brought something up. 

-"Hey, I was thinking. How about we throw a party and invite the other pairs? It's been a while since we last saw them and it was after the war against Tsubaki. It would be nice to see each others for something else than battle. " 

"Oh, great idea Misono!" Lily exclaimed, " I'm so proud of you for suggesting that, you always act like a tsundere-"

"Shut up Lily!" The teen yelled at him, visibly embarassed by the vampire's comment. Mikuni chimed in, feeling like teasing his cute and blushing brother.

"But he is right though, Misono! It's so unexpected of you to suggest something like a party, I mean, you're shy and all-"

"YOU TOO, SHUT YOUR MOUTH !" Now he was really annoyed. 

Jeje sighed at them but he was admittedly amused. Seeing his eve laugh like this was satisfying and he briefly felt flutters in his stomach. It was a strange but not displeasing feeling, and he found himself unable to put a name on it. He was pulled out of his reflexion when more yelling erupted in the room. 

-"Why the hell would you want to invite this bastard Tsurugi, little brother ?!"

'Ah. This is going to be troublesome...' the servamp of envy thought. He knew how the C3's hound dog ( well at least he wasn't being used by Touma anymore) and his eve acted around each other. Incessant banter and death threats, that was it. 'Why did Misono have to bring him up, ugh.'

-" Oh come on, Mikuni. Don't you think it's about time you two start interacting normally ? Besides, you agreed that we invite the Melancholy team, why not the C3? Well except for  Touma of course. I can't forgive this bastard." Misono tried to reason his brother. However, his efforts went to waste as Mikuni seemed to have already set his mind.

"Forget it, I'm not going to see him even if you're the one to ask. We could never understand each other anyway. " he declared before leaving the room. 

The lust pair sat there dumbfounded while Jeje stared in the void, thinking hard. It wasn't new that Mikuni and Tsurugi didn't get along but his eve's reaction was excessive, even to him. And it wasn't that bad when they worked together. Sure Mikuni was opposed to his methods and often said he found him disgusting but he was also worried when he got hurt. That's why he didn't understand how the two men's relationship had deteriorated that much. 'Something must have happened, but what?' Jeje was always with his eve, surely he would know if anything serious happened. 'Well it won't help to stay here'. He stood up and quietly apologized to the other two before going to his eve's room.

As expected, the door was closed. Jeje knocked on it, not willing to upset the blonde more by entering without permission. He got a hum from Mikuni and took it that he could come in. The door creaked when he opened it, which at least made the blonde look at him. He even cracked a smile and if Jeje didn't know better, he would have thought he had already calmed down.

-"Want blood?" Mikuni asked, it was obvious that he was trying to avoid any conversation regarding Tsurugi and himself. 

Jeje merely growled at this before coming closer to the bed in which Mikuni was lying. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, eventhough the perspective of drinking blood later in the night was rather appealing. But first he was going to make his eve talk.

-"Why are you upset?" 

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are." Jeje cut him before he could give any fake excuse to his behaviour. Maybe he was being assertive but he didn't care. It was Mikuni who had said he trusted him, and that he wanted them to act like real partners. He wasn't going to let him come back on his word.

"I'm going to stay there until you tell me what is wrong." God he was speaking a lot lately.

Mikuni snorted at that and turned on his side so he was facing the wall.

-"Oh please. I'm the master here, remember ? You don't have to order me about. Besides, what does it matter to you?"

And that was it for Jeje. 'What does it matter to you',  those few words made him incredibly angry. Not at Mikuni himself but because his feelings (whatever they are) were being doubted by the person he cared the most about. He grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him on his back and pinned him to the bed, firmly holding his wrists. The blonde gaped at him, he clearly wasn't expecting that. 

-"Jeje, what...?"

The servamp didn't answer, he didn't understand why he reacted like this either. His eve drove him crazy in every possible way. One minute ago he felt angry because of what he said and now that the blonde was looking at him, eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty written on his face, he almost regretted. 

-"Jeje..." 

Crap, he should say something. The problem is, he has no idea what. What's worse is that he can't even look away from him. His gaze is locked on Mikuni, only Mikuni, to the point where everything else ceases to exist. He feels the same flutters as earlier during dinner, and unconsciously lets go of his wrists while bending down. He comes back to his senses when he feels Mikuni's forehead against his, and freezes when he realises his body has been moving on its own. 

'What the hell was I going to do?' 

-"Jeje."

They make eyecontact and it's as if Mikuni wasn't bothered by this in the slightest. He is staring at his servamp intensly, and the latter can't tell what emotion is reflected in those beautiful eyes. Wait, did he really think that just now?

-"Jeje" Mikuni says for the umpteenth time tonight. 

-"I'm sorry, Jeje. I didn't want to sound mean." He says that while caressing the servamp's cheek and Jeje is astonished by the fact that once again, he was able to understand him eventhough he hadn't said anything. He shakes his head before placing his hand on top of Mikuni's, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

-"It's fine... I wasn't angry at you... I  thought you would tell me what was wrong." His voice was almost a whisper but the other man could perfectly hear it.

-" I know... it's just that I don't feel ready to talk with him. We're nothing alike, and he used to do horrible things under Touma's orders. And also..." He pauses, not sure if he should finish that sentence or not. He doesn't know how will Jeje react. 

-"Also what?" The vampire asks. 

Mikuni takes a deep breath before answering.

-" One time he used his spells too much during a mission and I went to visit him in the infirmary. He was really out of it, I think he didn't recognize me. He must have had mistaken me for an enemy because I totally thought he was going to kill me. Other sorcerers restrained him but it was hella scary." He said all that looking to the side so he didn't know what kind of expression Jeje had.

-"... And you only tell me this now?"

-"Huh ?" He turned his head to the servamp who clearly wasn't pleased.

-"It's my job to protect you. How did you even think it was a good idea to go by yourself in the first place?!" Jeje was frustrated. He wanted to protect his man-child of an eve but right now he felt useless. What if Tsurugi had hurt him that day?

-"It's okay, Jeje. I didn't get the tiniest scratch. And he didn't do it on purpose. I was just scared back then and never knew how to make things better. I guess that's another thing I will have to work on." He finished with a small smile and intertwined his fingers with the servamp's. Said vampire squeezed back before resting his head on Mikuni's shoulder. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this, the blonde's smell was relaxing. It seemed his eve shared his opinion as he whispered to him: 

-"Jeje... can we stay like this, just for tonight?" 

-"I thought you were the master." He said teasingly.

Mikuni huffed but chuckled. A sound Jeje loved. He was going to have a serious talk about feelings with Lily tomorrow morning. For now he just wanted to give his eve the attention he needed. He adjusted their position so they were both lying on their sides, Mikuni's head against his chest. He wrapped one arm around his waist, bringing him even closer. The blonde sighed in content, he felt safe in his servamp's embrace.  

-"Mikuni."

"Mmh?"

"Don't you ever think I don't care about you again. " Jeje said, and there was no contesting it.

-"Okay. Thank you Jeje. "

 They fell asleep together this night, both with a satisfied smile on their faces.

So, I reposted chapter 3 and 4 today and will most likely publish them two by two from now on. I actually have 34 chapters of this story on my Wattpad account but won't put them all at once because... well, because. (I'm a prick btw)

[interstellactic-studios]

Howdy guys! I have some news today for y'all, just a small update on some stuff but I'd appreciate it if y'all who still exist here would read!

Here's a watercolor piece I finished recently uwu sorry for not posting here often anymore, tumblr mobile is how I mainly accessed tumblr and it's like super shitty.

Even after I switched from apple to Samsung when I got a new phone back in July, so I've hopped around a little and I think I'm going to officially start using Instagram a bit more. I'll still post here occasionally for y'all who don't have Instagram and are too lazy to make one though so don't worry XD

Ok so now to some important news! If any of my mutuals have dms with me or people who actually contacted me (unlike some who basically haven't talked to me since they made a request which is a bummer) about request have dms open then message me on whether or not you have an Instagram so we can maybe do more stuff there? ^_^" I'm not joking about tumblr mobile going to shit for me: notifications don't work like at all and are super janky, my dms are oddly changing order even though I haven't touched some in a long time, and sometimes I cant even make post cause the button just poofs even when I close and reopen the app >_<" if I have a dm with you or y'all have wondered why I keep dying, when I started using tumblr less is when these problems started. I literally am having technical problems that carried over to a completely new and different branded phone than my old one. I'm sure I'm not the only one here with these kinds of issues, and of course now most of my notifs are literally pron bots following me or liking random old ass post of mine.

I'm super disappointed in what's happened to tumblr tbh since I didn't think this hellsite could actually get worse ._. Except now it's in quality too rather than just a bunch of its content. I'll stick around because the tumblr website itself still works pretty decently for me, but I'm not on my laptop for media as much so activity will be slowed until I can figure out how to rise from the grave permanently oof. Also irl life has also kept me super busy and my art time is restricted to school sketchbook doodles. This art here is literally art I did for my AP class and i put many days of at home work into it as school days =_=""" I'm hella tired. Good news is you'll guys probably can see more improvement on my art since I am taking 3 art classes and I'm gonna try and post my work from those at least.

Also I know I've typed a bunch so I apologize for the long ass message most of y'all probably won't read and probably won't even see tbh, but I got one more very important thing to say. Everyone who has dropped contact with me who had request, I am no longer going to waste time and effort into them since I have asked many times for those who haven't talked to me to rekindle a convo since a while back all my dms were poofed and I messaged who I could track down. I've had no new people come up since the ones I've messaged myself so all those requests will be moved to my discarded/incomplete folder and I will no longer work on them until you come out of the dark and ask. I've gotten behind on art request for other people because of time wasted on these and I owe several people art now, which I apologize for those who have been waiting btw I've been doing my best but things keep getting difficult. Please understand that I'm not being rude by doing this, I just can't overstress myself anymore over these because it's hindering my ability to create for others and I feel hella shitty about being pushed behind and basically being ghosted. I'm going to use all the free time I have working on art I owe to people who still speak to me, figuring out job stuff, trying to set up a college portfolio since these are taking up most of my time. Once I completely finish these hopefully I can start doing more of what I love on here and other social media sites than just for school and shit.

Ok that's finally it now phew! Sorry again for the long post, and some cursing oof, I hope y'all have a fabulous day/night! ^w^

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[slytherinspage]

So I guess this is going to be the story of me and my LDR (long distance relationship).

Before the actual story begins I wanna apology for my inability to tell stories, I don’t know why but all my friends seem to be great at telling stories, making them really thrilling and mine sound boring all the time although they weren’t when I was living them?? But anyway, let the story begin.

So it was on April 8th when we first started texting. The app we „met“ if u can say so is called ACEapp. Ironically I didn’t get the app because I was hoping to find my soulmate on there. I was just bored and thought texting some strangers would be a nice way to kill time. I don’t even identify as asexual since I‘m not labeling myself. So I texted pretty much everyone on this app within the first 48h. I had some great conversation but everything seemed not to last for longer than a day. One of the people I texted is now my boyfriend. What I know from what he told me is that he got the app because he felt lonely that night. He got plenty of messages but didn’t respond to any of them except mine. (Which is funny init because my first message was literally „how did u manage to only put one sentence in your bio“. I didn’t even say hi, haha). Plus he told me that he wouldn’t have responded if he wasn’t drinking with his friends and bored because he didn’t wanna talk to anybody who’s not from the UK (because of the distance). (Fun fact: They all shaved their heads that night, aha). So we started talking and I believe after an hour or so we switched to snapchat, which is probably why we continued talking.

It was different with him than with other people because whenever a conversation seemed to be dying we (mostly him at the beginning) just started a new one so we wouldn’t stop talking. He was really sweet from the beginning, sending me messages when I was asleep. I think that’s what made me realize his different and I can’t ever let him go again. The remarkable thing is that he went through a really rough time back then. (I don’t wanna go into detail since I feel like that doesn’t belong on this blog. But he told me more than once that if he haven’t met me, he probably wouldn’t be alive no more). But although he had so much stuff going on, he always stayed kind and caring, trying his best to make me feel like i matter and like everything I have to say matters. That’s probably why and when I started falling in love with him although I probably had no idea back then.

At this point I feel like maybe it would be interesting to have his side of the story as well, how he experienced it. Maybe I‘m going to ask him to write a paragraph himself at some point. But he probably cba to do so, haha.

So I think two weeks in was the first time we called. Drunk. I was too scared to do it sober since I wasn’t confident with my English. (I‘m Swiss and he‘s English). We called drunk for about 3-4 times. (I can‘t remember it exactly). One day I called him sober. Out of nowhere. It was awkward since I was so nervous. But then some days later I called again. For 4h this time. It felt like 20 minutes. And it went so well. I mean texting him was great but calling him was even better. (Edit: We made a deal to call and send a photo at least once a week. But after the first week there was no use for this deal no more). At first it was every few days, then daily. And after like a week we stopped ending calls when we went to bed. We called overnight and on the way to work. He got up earlier only for me. At some point I just switched to video call. Which he wasn’t happy about because he isn’t very confident about his looks. (So am I tbh). But he’s very good looking, believe me guys. Anyway luckily he played along.

I couldn’t remember who said „I love you“ first. Had to ask him. So we think it was me who said „ly“ first but over text early on but more to make him feel loved then to like confess feelings that probably weren’t even there back then. He texted „I love you“ first but when he was drunk and back then I don’t think he meant it like that. He said „I love you“ first on call, on our 3. call we did sober. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal so..you should know that he was very scared of falling in love and being hurt and thats why he didn’t wanna confess to himself he liked me.

So we decided pretty early that we wanna meet up. But it was me having a week of in September and wanting to go on holidays and not me wanting to meet up with him because I thought we could become a couple or something. We wanted to go to Greece. Changed plans later tho. The new plan was I would come and visit him so we could save money. It wasn’t till June tho when I finally booked. My flight was supposed to take off on August 30. I feel like towards the end of June, beginning of July things started to get more serious, the feelings got more serious. In the end of June I ordered him a birthday present. A sweater. He also ordered me one. I got two presents tho because my birthday was after his and he got me one to open earlier so I wouldnt have to wait that long. Mine was a hp themed pillow. I got mad so I ordered him a second one for his birthday. A spiderman funko pop. So I believe up till July he was always reminding me that we’re not together (thank you at this point boo, that wasn’t needed X) but at some point that change and he was asking if he could ask me out if things go well. I said yes but if he wants to make it official on a specific date he should choose a good one like the 1.9.19. (which would have been my third day at his). We also talked about stuff that comes with a relationship like kissing and sex. (On call btw). Because I am very afraid of failing and I‘ve never like kissed anyone or had sex because I have always been so scared. But everything was fine for him. Another reason why he was on the app was because he wanted things to go slowly this time. (Which they didnt really). So he would have been fine with just holding hands and we didnt think we would have sex before like 5 years into the relationship. (No spoilers but oh boy where we wrong, ahahah). So it was July 15, his birthday. I was at work when I realized I got 6 days off before I‘m going to a festival. And his birthday sesh would have been on July 20th and I was lowkey upset that I can’t be there. So I told him about it, told him I could book a flight on the upcoming friday (July 19th). At first he didnt want me to. It was a lot of money. But I booked it anyway. And suddenly I had no time no more to emotionally prepare myself for meeting him. There was no time to think about what could go wrong or what I‘m afraid of because I was at work all week long till I would fly. Also it was a big risk since I‘ve still had the other flight booked for September so if we wouldn’t get along, I would have lost money.

So the day before I flew we called overnight and he wished me a safe flight. I called him again before the take off. The next time I called him was when I was on the train to him in England and he was on the bus to come and pick me up. Everything was normal. Then we ended the call. And I can tell you guys not everything always goes perfectly at first. Our first meeting was horrible. I got off the train and didnt see him. He went up to me and hugged me. I wanted to hug him for longer or go in for a second hug but he turned me down. (Thank you very much boo, again X). He was shaking and talking very fast and high pitched because he was so nervous. Which made me nervous and I didn’t understand anything he was saying and I was so confused because I understood him perfectly on call but just not in person. Later he told me another reason he acted so weirdly was because he thought we were late for the bus. I carried my suitcase because I felt uncomfortable. We were sitting at the bus station, talking about random things I cannot remember. It was weird and awkward. We got on the bus. Stopped talking. He wouldn’t take my hand or anything. I saw my face in a mirror and felt so ugly. I started crying because I thought now he saw me in person, thinks I‘m ugly and doesn’t like my personality and well doesn’t like me no more. And now I have to spend 6 days with him and I still like him and it hurts. He hold my hand when I was crying which made me feel better but as soon as I stopped he let go which made it worse cos I felt like he was only holding my hand because I was crying not because he liked me. So we got off the bus and walked to his. He wanted to carry my suitcase but I wanted to do it myself because I thought he wouldn’t like me and I didn’t wanted him to do it because he feels bad (which is a. a stupid reason and b. stupid cos I got asthma). So after a while he took my suitcase anyway. We got to his and I met his dad briefly. I was very tired so I laid down in his bed. He asked me if he should lay down with me. I said that I don’t care. (Because I still thought he didnt like me). He then said but ob call I asked him to do so and then he laid down. And he asked if he could spoon me. Which got me really confused so I went like „do you still wanna spoon me then?“ And he said like ofc he want to. So we laid down for like 3h and all the awkwardness kinda disappeared. I felt comfortable.

We then had to go because on that day there was a charity event of his family. Which definitely didn‘t gave me anxiety at all. I met his mother, his siblings, aunts, cousins and all his friends. Luckily there was a bar in this building, haha. I can’t remember if we were holding hands or anything. Obviously a lot of people had questions and were wondering if we were together. (I still thought he doesn’t like me and just accepted it). Because it was the 19.07.19 and I said I would also consider that as a date cos there are two 19s in it. But when someone asked (I don’t remember who) I think he asked me if it would be okay for me and then he told them that I am indeed his girlfriend.

The next day we went on a walk in the morning. (He lives by the sea). Almost no one was there besides some people walking there dogs. Felt like nintendogs in real life, aha. He later said it was the most romantic walk he ever had. Later that day there was his birthday bbq at his. I went to bed at some point because I was so tired. Then we went out with his friends. We went to three bars. Up to this point no kissing or anything. Only cuddling at night. He was drunk and I was maybe a little tipsy. He said something along „If there weren’t so many people and you were comfortable I would kiss you right now.“ We went to a club. I felt a bit sick which was why I wanted a glass of water and to sit down. Everyone else was dancing but we were sitting there talking. Unfortunately I can’t remember what his exact words were but I think he asked me if he could kiss me or just go for it. He thought I would turn him down but I kissed him back. Also maybe my hand went down his pants but who knows. We then went home. He stared at me for the whole 30min walk. It was almost scary. I remember telling him I‘m sorry but I can’t do this. By this I mean wanking him off or giving him a bj. (Btw could my post get flagged?? I hope not.) Although I‘ve liked tried it and for a girl that has never kissed someone, never kisses someone with tongue, never touched a dick or had one in her mouth I feel like I‘ve done a pretty good job doing all that in one night, on my second day with him. And I was almost sober so. Anyway at this point I got anxious again. But I took my shirt of (when spooning) and told him but we can do this and took his hand, placed it on my boob. But then I started kissing him again. We didn’t have had sex that night tho. He was too drunk.

The next morning we showered together. (Which was my idea). And from that day on we always showered together. I think that day we went to the cinema with a friend of his. We didn’t do a lot when I was there just because we have a lot of things planned for September, the first two days were very stressful and we wanted to use the time to get to know each other. So that day we had sex and were sober. But apart from that we spent a lot of tim cuddling and watching films. Nothing too exiting but we never got bored because somehow we never get bored when being together and we can talk for hours or just be cuddling. I was so happy being with him, I don’t regret anything and I can’t wait to see him again in 33 days.

So there you have it. The story with the happy ending. Let’s hope the happy ending lasts forever.

[cupcakeruth]

Undercover [a Spy/Scout’s Ma fic]

((A story about a young spy attending a masquerade-esque party in order to finish a job, but happens to see a familiar face there.))

((I just love this ship and I can’t get enough of it. I apologize for any errors btw. Also, this is the first time I’m posting one of my fics here, so... enjoy.))

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Spy’s eyes carefully scanned the front of the building. There were so many people standing out front, and it was obvious that there were even more people on the inside. This job couldn’t have been any easier, honestly; He had to attend this very extravagant masquerade party and kill the host. What better way to meet the target face to face and also be unrecognizable! This was almost too easy, and it nearly concerned him. However, he was confident he’d get this job done in no time.

Spy walked up the long stairway that lead to the front door and simply smirked to himself. Who knew Boston was capable of building decent homes? This place didn’t seem as much of a trash heap as he originally thought.

Spy slicked back his jet black hair and adjusted his tie as he approached the door. There was a person who was greeting everyone with a huge smile on his face. Spy himself put on his charming smile and gently shook the man’s hand.

“Thanks for coming!” The man told Spy.

“Thank you for having me,” the Frenchman simply said in return, his gloved hand slowly edging his way out of the grip. He then took a step inside the lovely home and adjusted his mask, making sure it was secure. He wanted no slip ups at all.

Inside, the party certainly was lively. A jazz band was playing music, butlers with trays began weaving through the crowd of guests and offered food or drinks to them, and people were dancing and chatting away.

Spy looked around and concluded that there were way too many people in the building. He wasn’t too fond of really crowded places. He enjoys his personal space. However he knew in order to avoid suspicion, he’d probably have to create small talk. Good thing he was a natural at it.

Before creating small talk though, he wanted to make sure he could keep track of his target. So far, the host was nowhere to be seen. Spy sighed and took a small glass of champagne off of a table. He really didn’t want to spend more time here than he needed to.

A woman brushed by Spy, snapping him out of his slight daze. She caught Spy’s attention for sure.

She wore a very pretty dark-blue dress that trailed all the way to the floor, and it shimmered like the night sky. Her black hair was wrapped up in a beautiful bun, and held together by a glittery pin. He simply couldn’t take his eyes off her.

After a moment of observing her some more, he rose a brow. There was something familiar about her. He squinted, trying to figure it out, then gasped. He exactly who she was. He smiled and decided to approach her.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle. What is a beautiful lady like you doing here, sitting all by yourself?” Spy asked casually as he sat beside her.

The woman looked Spy up and down, and scoffed. She turned her head.

Spy chuckled, realizing she probably didn’t recognize him. He found that stubbornness to be rather adorable.

“I must say, it is always such a delight to see such a lovely lady,” he spoke up again and gently picked up the woman’s hand.

However, before Spy’s face could get any closer, she slowly pushed him away and glared at him through her mask.

“Excuse me, were you just about to kiss my hand?” She finally said, and stood up. Spy stood up as well, keeping his calm. The woman began walking towards the Frenchman, and this was one of those rare moments where he actually felt like he was in danger of getting really hurt. He began backing up as she continued to take steps closer to him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are, but I’m not interested in some mediocre man thinking he can just waltz up to me and expect me to fall in love with him. That’s not how I roll, honey. If you think you can simply just approach me and sway me with a few words, you’re completely wrong!” she hollered, grabbing Spy by the tie at this point.

That fire in her... it was irresistible to him.

Spy chuckled softly, but then stopped as he looked around the room. He realized all eyes were on him being publicly rejected. Well... that was new.

Spy kept a small smile on his face as he gently removed the hand that was death-gripping his tie.

“I apologize if I came off too forward. I just figured you’d recognize me in an instant. Especially since we’ve been dating for— how long again?— ah, right. Two months. I hope I’m not that mediocre to you, mon cheri,” he said quietly, so all the eyes on them would lose interest. The woman paused, continuing to look Spy up and down.

“Oh come the fuck on. You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she casually said. “I should’ve recognized your voice you asshole.” She playfully shoved Spy, then glanced around. She got ahold of the man’s hand and headed back to the table.

“May I ask you a question?” Spy asked, tilting his head once the two of them sat back down.

“Go for it. I know I’ve got a lot of questions for you,” she smiled slightly.

“Yes, I figured as much. My question for you is: what are you doing here? I never pictured you to be the type to attend these kinds of parties,” Spy rose a brow and took a sip of his champagne.

“Oh that? Yeah, I’m not really into these fancy parties.” She paused to reach over to grab a small champagne glass. “I was invited by a co-worker. I haven’t seen her around though because it’s nearly impossible to recognize anybody. Now, my questions for you are: what the hell are you doing here, and how the hell did you recognize me?”

“To answer your second question first, I’m just going to say that there is nothing anyone can hide from me. I’m simply good at what I do,” Spy smirked slightly, amused by how surprised she seemed. “And to answer your first question, I’m afraid I cannot tell you. It is very classified information. I’ll at least tell you this: I’m not in town because of you this time.”

The woman drummed her fingers on the table. “I cannot believe you recognized me,” she smiled some, her finger lazily tracing the rim of the champagne glass. “So that’s what your hair looks like, huh? Now I need to piece it together with the other parts of your face I’ve seen.”

Spy smiled and adjusted his tie in a casual manner, since it had been so aggressively moved out of place from what happened earlier. “Well, good luck with that. You know how careful I am about showing my face.”

The woman couldn’t help but smile as she listened to the other. God what she’d give to see his entire face. She knew that wouldn’t be possible though. After another moment of observation, she rose a brow. “So, if you’re not in town to see me this time, I’m guessing it’s work related?”

Spy sipped his drink and gently set it down, not answering her for a moment. “You just worry about you, alright? I’ll worry about me.”

“Oh for hell’s sake. Don’t lie to me.” She paused to look around, and then leaned in close. For whatever reason, Spy couldn’t help the heat that rushed to his cheeks.

“Who are you gonna kill?” She asked very quietly.

That question snapped Spy out of his daydream and his smile fell a bit.

“Nobody. It is none of your concern,” he simply answered. He then went back to drinking his champagne.

“Right. Spy, you know I’m not that stupid, yeah?”

Spy shook his head and set the empty glass down. “I know! I know. But...” his voice trailed off and he looked away. The last thing he wanted was his romantic life to be involved with his work life. That’s usually why he wasn’t the type to stay in relationships for too long. However, she felt different. He wanted to protect her from all of that.

“Spy,” she said, grabbing his attention again. She gently got ahold of Spy’s hand. “I won’t ask anymore questions, okay? Just try not to lie to me too much. I’ve had enough men lie to me in my past. Don’t be one of those men.”

Spy’s smile slowly returned and he gave her a small nod. “Right. I’m sorry,” he said, gently gripping her hand back. The Frenchman took a moment to look around for anyone who seemed to be the host, but still, nothing so far. His eyes landed on the jazz band, and he smiled as he looked back at the beautiful woman sitting next to him. “Care to dance?” He asked in a gentlemanly manner.

The woman paused, and laughed some. “That’s a joke, right?” She smiled as she looked up at Spy, who was now standing up and offering his hand. She then grew a bit nervous. “Spy, look, if you’ve got work to do I don’t want to distract you. Go on and take care of whatever it is.”

“Nonsense,” Spy stated and pulled her up and out of the chair, and she gasped as she stumbled into his chest. Spy glanced down at her, chuckling at the other’s actions. She gave him a small punch to the gut and decided to just go along with it.

Despite the pain in his gut, Spy gently guided his lover to the dance floor and placed his free hand on her waist.

“Spy, you don’t have to do this.” She smiled shyly as she placed her free hand on his shoulder.

“I know... but I want to do this,” Spy said back and began dancing with her.

The two practically ignored the slow song that was playing since they were so captivated by each other. Nothing could tear them apart. As they continued dancing, they seemed to be even closer than before. Their lips had almost met, but a man suddenly stepped in.

“May I have the next dance?” He asked.

The two separated for a moment, and Spy glared softly at the man. He then stepped back towards his lover and chuckled.

“Oh I’m so sorry, monsieur. I’m afraid I’m taken for the rest of the night. I appreciate the offer though,” Spy smirked and began dancing away from the random guy.

The woman let out a slight snort once they were far away enough. “He was talking to me, prick,” she teased.

“How do you know? Who wouldn’t want to dance with me? Or, the better question: why would you want to dance with him when you’ve got me?”

“It’s cute how charming you think you are, hon. But, you do realize that was the host, right?” She snickered.

Hearing that, Spy’s eyes widened and he stopped dancing for a moment. “Wait that was who?” He asked, then decided to continue dancing. He wanted to make sure he heard her correctly.

“The man you just cockblocked was the host of the party, you chucklehead.”

Spy listened carefully to her this time, and stumbled a bit on his feet, nearly causing the two of them to fall over. The woman quickly helped the both of them get back on their feet again.

“Shit, are you serious? How did you know?” Spy asked quietly.

“He’s my co-worker’s husband. I kinda know what he looks like,” she answered.

“Co-worker?”

“Yeah. The one I told you about. She invited me here.”

Spy felt dizzy. This wasn’t good. She couldn’t know that he was planning on killing him. This was exactly why he wanted to keep work separate from his love life.

“Spy, are you alright?” She asked with concern. “You ain’t lookin’ too good. Did you have too much to drink?”

Spy held his head for a moment. “Maybe. I’ll be right back, mon cheri. Don’t talk to anyone, and don’t dance with anyone else, alright?” He said somewhat urgently.

“Oh?... Uh, okay.”

With that, Spy hurried away and went into a small bathroom. He loosened his tie and hung his head a bit as he gripped the sides of the sink.

Should he tell her what he was really doing at this party? He didn’t want to, but he knew he’d probably have to tell the truth eventually. The thought of that made his stomach churn. He used to think this job would be easy, but now he was just conflicted.

Just then, there was a small knock at the door, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“O-Occupied,” He weakly called out through the door. He sighed and splashed water on the exposed parts of his face, and stayed quiet.

Again, there was another knock.

“Occupied,” Spy repeated in a more annoyed tone of voice.

“That’s too bad. I thought you cared about your woman,” a voice spoke.

Spy’s eyes widened and he quickly opened the door. It was the host.

“What did you do to her? Where is she?” Spy huffed. He took a step towards the other, but the host pulled out a knife.

“None of your concern. I know who you are and I know that you’re not gonna kill me today,” the host smirked. “Take another step closer, and I’m gonna do something to your woman that you probably won’t like.”

Spy glanced to the knife and grit his teeth. It’s not that the host was that threatening, he was just mostly concerned for his lover. He stayed quiet as he thought about what to do. He was practically cornered since he was standing in the small bathroom, still. This was just plain dirty.

“I can tell you’re still pretty new at this, so I’m gonna give it to ya straight: you’re not sly at all and I could tell who you were in no time,” the host grinned. “They told me to look for a young french man. They told me to look for someone observant. It was almost too easy, seeing you always scanning the room, waiting for me to appear. Not to mention, your little lady referring to you as ‘Spy’ was pretty much a dead giveaway. Might wanna go by a fake name next time.”

“Where is she?” Spy snapped.

“Who? The ugly woman? Oh, I’ve got her somewhere you’ll never find her. Unless... you tell me the location of whoever sent you,” the host casually said with a shrug.

Spy kept his mouth shut. He’d find her somehow. He should have never left her alone though. He just needed to get out of this little trap.

“Alright. But you’ll show me where she is first,” Spy finally said after a while.

“I’m not stupid,” the host said, pointing his knife at the other. “You’ll tell me the location of your boss first.”

Spy glared, and secretly reached up his sleeve for something. He was then quick to tackle the other man to the ground, and pressed his own dagger against the other’s neck.

“You’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve. Just so we’re clear...you’re going to show me where she is first AND give me the information I want, and then you will die. Unless... you want to die right here,” the Frenchman hissed.

“Spy?” A woman’s voice spoke. The two men glanced up from their position on the ground.

Spy’s eyes widened. “Mon cheri, you’re alright!” He smiled softly, almost forgetting about the man he was holding down.

Just then, the host quickly used his knife to cut the string on Spy’s masquerade mask. Spy gasped as his mask fell, and was quick to cover his face. The host used that distraction as a getaway, and ran off.

“Shit,” Spy muttered as he reached around for his mask.

“Spy,” the woman frowned and knelt down beside Spy. “Here, take my mask. I won’t look,” she said and untied her mask. She gently placed the item in Spy’s free hand—the one that wasn’t covering his face— and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Spy turned away as he quickly put the mask on his face. He sighed and stood up, glancing at the dagger that he had dropped.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I meant to tell you— well, actually I didn’t— but I was debating about telling you everything. I have to kill him. That’s why I’m here,” Spy explained.

The Frenchman’s lover stood up and walked to Spy’s side. “You could’ve just told me. I would’ve stayed out of your way. Hell, I probably could help ya,” she smirked slightly.

Spy looked over his shoulder at the other and smiled, happy to see her beautiful face not be covered by a mask. It was reassuring, to say the least. However, his smile fell a bit.

“Non, the last thing I want for you is to be mixed in with this,” he shook his head and gently took up her hands in his own. “Just let me take care of this.”

The woman glanced up at the other and rose a brow. “And watch you get nearly killed again? I’m sorry honey, but I can’t enjoy myself at this shitty party knowing all that I know now.”

Spy chuckled, hearing the other’s honest remarks. How could he say no to her?

—

The two had scouted out the party, but the host was nowhere to be seen.

“I think I really messed this job up. He could be in a jet halfway across the world by now,” Spy sighed.

The woman scoffed. “Oh please. He’s not that quick. But, if you don’t mind telling me, why is he your target?”

Spy placed a hand on the nape of his neck, not really prepared to share this bit of information with her.

“To put things simply: the host... copulated with my boss’s daughter. Now, I must kill him,” he answered.

“Oh my god. He cheated on my co-worker with your boss’s daughter? Holy shit,” she muttered.

“Right? A small world after all,” Spy said sarcastically. “Come. I think I may have an idea of where he ran off to,” he said, gesturing for her to follow his lead.

The two headed out towards the backyard and looked around. It had gotten dark pretty quickly, but the party was still going on. People were jumping in the pool, people were drinking like it was the end of the world, etc. etc.

Spy had a sneaking suspicion that he was being watched, and glanced back up at the house. He noticed a figure on the balcony, and squinted.

“Shit,” Spy muttered and grabbed his lover’s hand. He hurried back into the house and up the stairs. He then slowed down his steps, attempting to be quiet. “The host could be in any of these rooms,” he told the woman. She nodded.

“What’s the plan?” She asked quietly.

“Just follow my lead,” Spy answered.

The two continued to quietly walk down the halls. Just then, a door quickly opened, causing the two to jump a bit and be on guard. However, it was just a drunk couple leaving one of the bedrooms.

“Scared the absolute hell outta me,” the woman muttered. Spy chuckled and gently shushed her.

“This way,” Spy whispered and stood in front of a door. He then quickly opened the door and pulled out a small pistol. The room was empty.

The woman rose a brow as she watched Spy. “I wish I could say you looked cool doing that, but since there’s nobody here, ya look kinda goofy.”

Spy lowered the pistol and playfully glared at the other. “You don’t need to make fun of me while I’m working, mon cheri.”

He then stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him. He moved on to the next room and gestured for his lover to stay back. He kicked down the door and pointed his pistol. He saw that there was a door in this room that led to the balcony, and he stayed on guard.

“I know you’re in here,” he muttered quietly. He walked forward into the room and carefully listened for any sort of sound.

“Spy, look out!” The woman called out, and before Spy could react, he was pinned to the ground.

“Thought you could sneak up on me? You’re too predictable,” the host chuckled, pressing a gun to Spy’s head.

Spy struggled for a bit, but stayed calm. “At least I found you,” he mumbled.

“Let him go,” the woman said sternly. The host paused, and glanced to the woman at the door.

“Stay out of this,” he told her. He then ignored her, not feeling too threatened.

“Cheri, I can handle this. I am a professional. Just, please leave,” Spy warned her.

“Professional my ass,” the host laughed. “You call this succeeding? You’re failing miserably at the one job you had to do. And now you’ll die a pathetic death.”

Spy was able to get on arm free from the other man’s grasp, and he quickly stabbed the man in the thigh. The host let out a cry in pain and dropped his gun. Spy quickly grabbed it and pointed it at the other, smirking.

“I think you get too caught up in your monologues. Say goodbye,” he said proudly, ready to pull the trigger. However, he hesitated, and looked over at his lover. She stood there in silence, letting Spy work.

Spy frowned. Was this the best thing to do in front of her?

He didn’t have too much time to think it through, because he was tackled to the ground again.

“I think you’re too distracted by your lady friend,” The host grinned and held up the knife that was stabbed ferociously into his thigh earlier.

Before he could jab the knife into Spy’s heart, he suddenly collapsed and fell to the side.

Spy looked up and noticed his lover standing above him, holding a blunt object.

“Did... Did you just hit him?” Spy asked in confusion. Everything seemed to have happened so fast.

“Of course I did! He was about to kill you, you idiot!” She huffed, setting the object down. She knelt down and reached her hand out to the Frenchman.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Spy asked with a small smirk, gently taking her hand and standing up.

“Because! I’m very freaked out and I just knocked a man unconscious!” She stated and glanced over at the fallen man. “Or he could be dead, but who the hell knows?!”

“Alright, just relax, mon cheri. I will take care of the rest. No need to be worked up,” Spy chuckled softly. He felt bad she was feeling this way, but he was beyond grateful. He was a bit distracted by her presence and honestly, he owed her his life just now.

“I can’t calm down! I am having an adrenaline rush!” She said, and began to pace.

Spy looked down at the man on the ground, and thought for a moment. He pulled out his knife and stabbed him in the back to make sure he was dead. He then calmly walked to the other to hopefully calm her down a bit.

“Hey, it’s over now, alright? It’s done. He’s dead, I’m alive, we’re together,” Spy smiled reassuringly. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around Spy’s neck.

“That... That was fucking exhilarating. Holy shit. I honestly don’t know what to say. You are probably the craziest man I’ve ever dated,” she muttered, staring at Spy’s chest and not meeting eyes with him.

Spy frowned hearing that. He didn’t want her to be mixed into all this. This sort of life shouldn’t be for her.

His thoughts were interrupted by her leaning into him and kissing him deeply. Spy slowly closed his eyes as he relaxed into the kiss and smiled slightly behind it. She parted away for a moment in order to breathe, and began fumbling with Spy’s tie.

“You better take this shit off right now,” she said.

“Now?” Spy blushed and rose a brow.

“Yes, damnit! It’s all your fault I’m worked up anyway!”

“Oh... alright,” Spy simply said and shrugged.

Maybe she wasn’t that bothered by Spy’s job and he was just overthinking everything. Maybe this would all work out, he thought to himself. At least, he’d try and make this work out for her. For them.

-End-

[jon-astronaut]

Prompt: Matteo coming out to Jonas

Hi!! Thanks for being my first prompt. I loved writing this because I love these two!! I kinda based it on Original Skam and Skam Italia but had my take on it. I used a lot of inner thoughts because I’m always curious about what the characters are thinking! Hope you’ll like it!!

(btw I had to make up a name for Ger!Even…)

Send in any requests or prompts about Druck, Original Skam or Skam Italia!!

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Count On Me

Matteo lit up a cigarette and started to walk through the school. He had just finished an exam and truth to be told he didn’t do very well. Considering that he didn’t study for it, that was expected. He knew they were important but there was so much going on in his life and his mind and frankly he didn’t have the energy to study.

First, he didn’t know where he stood with the boy who stole his heart at the first glance. He never had anything with a guy before so that was all confusing. Also turns out the boy was playing with him, he still had a girlfriend. Then, to top it all he had a fight with the boys. He last talked to them 3 days ago, on the day of the fight. They were taking the exams too so he would see them in passing but he always changed his way before anyone could say anything.

That morning he was sitting alone out on the bench when Jonas approached him and asked how he was doing. Not talking to Jonas was the worst of all because he was such a constant part of Matteo’s life. He gave Jonas short answers and when Jonas asked if he wanted to have coffee before the exam he refused saying he had to study (which was a lie). The truth was he didn’t know what to say to Jonas. Should he just tell everything, apologize for the fight, make up a lie (again)?

But now, when he was the one to saw Jonas sitting on the bench by himself he couldn’t help but walk over there and ask if he wanted to hang. He had some new friends this year like Amira but he still needed Jonas in his life. After all, Jonas was always there. He sat next to Jonas and handed him a cigarette that he had just rolled. Jonas looked up smiled a little and grabbed it. He asked while lighting it:“How did it go?”

Matteo shook his head:

“Bad. Yours?”

“Could’ve been better.”

They sat in silence for a while while before Jonas talked again trying to cut the tension between them and trying to get Matteo to open up:

“I’m almost thinking being high half of this year was a bad idea.”

Jonas had a smile and Matteo laughed a little while mumbling a couple of “Yeah.”s. Then he gulped and asked to Jonas hoping for a positive answer:“How about we have the coffee you asked for earlier now?”

Jonas took a puff of his cigarette and smiled again. He didn’t get Matteo lately and normally he always got him. He had started to think something was wrong with him, that he didn’t give Matteo enough trust so that’s why he was avoiding him. So Jonas left things to its pace and instead of forcing him waited Matteo to come to him. He put his arms around Matteo’s shoulder and said:

“I’d love that, Luigi.”

They went to their favourite coffee shop and Jonas let Matteo order for him because “he was Italian and coffee was in his blood.” They took their coffees and walked along a little chatting about random stuff and exams before going to a park and sitting on a bench. As soon as they sat down Jonas rolled up another cigarette. Matteo watched him from the side but refused when Jonas offered him one too. When Jonas took the first puff Matteo looked at his coffee cup and started to talk:

“You know how I’ve been distant lately.”

“Oh you have I didn’t realize that, at all.” Jonas said with a side smirk. Matteo knew Jonas was trying to lighten things up but he was so nervous to even crack a little smile.

“It’s because of a person I like.” he said without looking at Jonas, he was looking down or around. Jonas just nodded realizing his ‘jokes’ weren’t really helping. Matteo added:

“Take a guess.”

“Emma?” It was the girl Matteo hang with a couple of times. To be honest, Jonas didn’t really think Matteo liked her very much but it was the first and easiest guess.

“No.” Matteo answered. “Keep guessing.”

Jonas thought for a few moments taking sips from his coffee. He thought of all the girls Matteo was close with and no one came to his mind. Matteo wasn’t close with any of them like that. He took another sip of his coffee and said:

“I don’t know Luigi. I guess I can’t read you anymore.”

Jonas tried to say the last sentence as a joke but he couldn’t mask the hurt in it. He used to know Matteo so well and now he didn’t understand anything. Matteo sensed that hurt but he didn’t want to outright say the name so he took one sip of his coffee too and again without looking at Jonas said:

“I’ll give you a hint.” He waited a couple of seconds before adding, “It’s not a girl.”

Everything came crushing down to Jonas with that sentence. His mind was going crazy connecting dots and cursing himself for not seeing this earlier. It really didn’t matter to Jonas who Matteo liked. He was finally relieved because it turns out nothing was wrong with him, their friendship or Matteo. It was just that Matteo was trying to make sense of things.

Matteo’s mind was going crazy too at that moment. He knew Jonas was a liberal, he knew Jonas was all for the ‘love is love’ thing but he was also there when Jonas made jokes like “That’s a gay song.”. He didn’t know whether Jonas would like him, whether Jonas would flinch now when Matteo threw his arms around him. His heart was beating out of his chest when Jonas turned to him and said:

“Is it me?” Jonas just didn’t throw that out because Matteo came to him to talk. Connecting dots meant that thinking about Matteo’s lingering looks at him when he sang or the way that he always needed physical contact.

Matteo was half happy that Jonas didn’t poin the fact that it wasn’t a girl and half freaked out because it used to be Jonas and he kinda guessed it right. Matteo shook his head rapidly:

“No, no, no, no. Not you.”

Jonas put out his cigarette into the little metal box he carried. Then turned around to Matteo with the biggest smile ever:

“Am I really that disgusting to you Luigi? You are crushing me here.”

And with that Matteo knew everything would be okay. His best friend Jonas was smiling at him like before, joking around with him like before and in that joke he implied that it was okay, he could like whoever.

Jonas was rolling up another cigarette now (like everybody said smoking would be the end of him) and he was thinking of another alternative. He remembered a particular guy, that approached them in the library; a guy that made Matteo tense up. He took a puff of his newly rolled cigarette and asked:

“Is it that guy that brought back my scarf?” They shared clothes, it was their thing. Jonas had probably lent his scarf to Matteo because he was cold one day and forgot to ask it back. There was a %90 chance that he was wearing a piece of clothing that belonged to Matteo at the moment.

Matteo smiled at the fact that Jonas remembered because he noticed. Matteo slowly nodded and said:

“Yes.” Jonas handed his cigarette to Matteo and he took a puff too. It was like a glory cigarette, a celebration.

“What’s his name?”

“Oskar.”

“Well, your taste is good. He is very handsome.”

Matteo laughed, hard. “What?” he asked in the middle of his laughs.

“I’m just telling the truth and you don’t have to worry my type is more of red heads.”

Matteo was still laughing. It was the most he laughed in this week probably and it felt so good. Then Jonas asked:

“So, are you two dating or what?”

And Matteo was back to reality and to his heartbreak that led to all the mess with the boys.

“Not really. He still has a girlfriend.”

Without skipping a beat Jonas said: “He needs to break up with her.” Or he’ll get the best friend talk Jonas added in his mind.

Matteo smiled and nodded. Then sighed and said:

“I saw them kissing the other night when we went to the party. That’s why I was so angry, I yelled and pushed you. I’m sorry Jonas, really.”

Matteo meant that. He felt so bad the second the fight was over. Normally, he hated fights and he would always try to avoid conflict. He wasn’t a very loud and open person anyway. He couldn’t believe himself when he yelled like that. He thought he destroyed his friendships, that in one night he lost the boy he liked and his best friends.

Jonas put his arm around Matteo’s shoulder again and squeezed it.“Hey all is forgiven. Okay, little one?” He smiled softly and Matteo smiled back. 

It was okay, he was fine. No matter what happened with Oskar now he knew Jonas had his back, like always.

[thattarotgirl]

Y'know what? There is no sense in punishing myself.

I'm writing and rewriting the story as fast as I can, and by forbidding myself to think out loud about the ship, I only make myself feel more miserable due to the bottling up of all the emotions I have. And in order to keep writing, I have to have a decent amount of joy when thinking about my otp. So, yeah. If there is anyone out there who would love to hear my headcanons about brownham/Will/Matthew - specific or random, - let me know! Frankly, I'm always ready to talk about these things. Literally 24/7.

Aaand here is a gif to grab your attention:

@felicity-smoak-is-my-goddess, this one is for you! <33

It’s no secret that Matthew works out every day and is on a fitness diet, and over time it starts to have an impact on Will, too, like many others aspects of Matthew’s physicality. There are multiple reasons for that, and it really depends on the kind of verse/AU and on the status of their relationship at the time, which are the most important ones. Maybe, one day Will looks in the mirror and decides that he doesn’t like his cute tummy because he doesn’t want to look too old in Matthew’s eyes, basically projecting on Matthew his own insecurity about the reasons why Matthew admires him so much, even though he isn’t exactly an ambitious perfectionist like Matthew is.

So, following Matthew’s example, Will starts to exercise more regularly. On his own at first to avoid being ridiculed anyhow. Then, sometime later curious and supportive Matthew joins him, not mocking Will a single time. As you can imagine, Will isn’t a competitive type, but Matthew’s enthusiasm is very infectious, and so, they end up testing who can do more push-ups in a minute and all that kind of stuff, sweating and grinning at each other, mocking each other constantly, and having tons of fun. But it doesn’t stop there. It’s very likely that they spar. Again, it heavily depends on the verse/AU/status, but if they continue to live in Wolf Trap, for instance, they can arrive at the idea as they clean out the barn and discover how much space there is – you could put a couple of mates on the floor and it would become an ideal place for sparring. Will is quite surprised by the combat skills Matthew has (he owes most of them to the good old days of training with a veteran acquaintance of his, and that’s a different story), but Will is a trained FBI agent himself, after all, and a physically strong man… And you know what? Matthew finds it extremely sexy the first time Will catches him off-guard and takes him down. Even if they aren’t together at that point of time. I can only imagine how easily a sparring session – responsible for a big burst of testosterone, mind you – can potentially turn into an intense making out session. I’ll leave it there for you. x) 

P.S. Also, eventually, Matthew helps Will to stop drinking so much. 

I hope you like it and thank you for your interest! <333 Feel free to ask me about any specific headcanons any time. :3

@tinyenthusiasttriumph, and this one is for you! 

It comes as no surprise that both Will and Matthew have nightmares. If it gets particularly bad, Will uses the “fuck to forget” formula – he plunges into Matthew’s emotions with his empathy, finding the sense of certainty about who he is again, concentrating on Matthew’s deep affection, passion, and tenderness, and genuine care about him. When it’s more or less bearable, Will allows Matthew – who is a light sleeper and wakes up almost every time together with him – to hug him and soothe him, and make him a hot cacao or some daisy tea to drink while Matthew changes the bed sheets. Sometimes they talk about what Will has seen in his dreams before going to bed again, sometimes not. Sometimes Will needs to be alone or just with the dogs to calm down, and Matthew accepts it, because Will does the same for him when he asks him to. Btw. Matthew doesn’t mind his hyperhidrosis, even when they start to sleep in one bed. When Will tries to apologize for the inconvenience, Matthew replies that he used to be a nurse, which means that he has a high tolerance of these things. Matthew has disturbing and/or frightening dreams, too. He either dreams of his turbulent past, or of hurting Will or losing him somehow. As he grows fond of their dogs, he starts to see nightmares featuring them as well, but usually it’s about the mistakes he made or of the life he has built with Will being destroyed. There was a truly terrible nightmare once, in which his pyromania and arsonist background had combined with his fear of hurting/losing Will: Matthew couldn’t find him in a burning building. He woke up in tears of horror, pain and guilt, and couldn’t pull himself together for the next couple of minutes, and scared Will – who until then couldn’t have imagined Matthew being so heartbroken and fragile – shitless, because his empathy allowed him to see that Matthew was basically bleeding with sorrow. Matthew was deeply ashamed of this incident in the morning, but after that Will suggested that Matthew tried dream analysis – on his own or with him together, if that’d be not too intruding – and Matthew has been gladly sharing with him the contents of his dreams ever since, and not just of his nightmares, because he loves Will’s insight. It also gave Will the opportunity to learn more about Matthew’s past.

I hope you like it and thank you for your interest! <333 Feel free to ask me about any specific headcanons any time. :3