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souperbloom · 6 months

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hey, i had an idea for a fic where reader is part of the band and is dating ashton. she originally wrote 'english love affair' and it gets chosen on the dice while on tour, and ash gets jealous about her performing it coz she wrote it about someone else so he gets moody - mostly angsty, but kinda smutty towards the end?

the face i made when i first read this, omg. friend, you are a GENUIS. YES.

enjoy, you little genius. <3

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my english love affair [A.I.]

🎲 boyfriend!ash x bandmate!reader

after rolling the dice and performing a song about a girl you used to see, Ashton gets jealous over the fact that he’s not the one you’re singing about.

a/n: the boys have nicknamed you ‘peanut’. no reason, just thought it was cute and have been dying to use it :3

CONTENT WARNINGS: angst, tension, angry Ash, ref. to past hookups, strong language, ref. to weed, teasing (sexually & literally).

WORDCOUNT: ~3.9k

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"Thank you, London! Goodnight!"

You watch with wide eyes as your frontman, Luke, blows kisses into the arena, at fans that had been reaching out to the stage since the moment the curtain fell.

A rush of adrenaline washes over you, faced with yet another insanely energetic crowd that had poured nothing less than their hearts out to you.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," You mouth out to them, your hands clasped over your chest in pure adoration.

Above all the screaming, a thunderous drum rollout plays you off; the familiar, rhythmic tapping sounding off like sirens in your head.

It extends for a few minutes longer than normal, as your bandmates throw gifts into the crowd.

You can’t help but look behind you at the drum kit, something you always find yourself doing no matter when or why. For your lover is the one behind those tubs; the one providing you with one of the most wicked bow outs of the century.

Your eyes quickly find the flurry of sweaty curls and drumsticks, anticipating his cymbal crashes as you’d learned them like the back of your hand.

As he destroys the final beats, his eyes glance up to you; a frantic, rage-fueled expression adorning his face with the final cracks at his cymbals.

The crowd grows louder, catching your attention— you take your eyes off of him for a moment, as the rest of the boys start to huddle around you.

"You fuckin’ killed it tonight, Peanut." A broad hand grips your shoulder, Michael ducking down to whisper in your ear beyond your ear piece.

"You too, Mikey."

Another hand wraps your back, Luke coming up to your side to give you a gentle squeeze.

As moments pass by, you and the rest of your bandmates get in order for the final bow. With Michael on your right and Luke on your left, you lean forward to watch Calum join the line.

Your brows then furrow when you notice a certain somebody taking a few extra minutes to toss his drumsticks into the crowd.

"What’s up with him?" Luke leans into the side of your face, gesturing towards your boyfriend with his eyes.

All you could do is shrug, before plastering a smile on your face and speaking through your teeth.

"Who the fuck knows."

Ashton seemed off, to say the least. You weren’t quite sure where his head was at since the second Luke sent that damn dice into the crowd. But the most you could do in this moment was grin, filled with overwhelming happiness at the reception of this incredible crowd.

"He’s coming," Luke mumbles, before switching whatever monotone face he had on into a smile.

"Finally."

You watch as Ashton joins the line, trying to sneak a glance at him over Luke and Calum’s bodies.

But he doesn’t even look up. His lips were painted into a straight line as Calum bends down to initiate your bow out.

You thought to yourself, as your bodies bent down to face the floor:

Whatever the fuck’s gotten into him better have a damn good explanation.

After the final bow to close another sold out show, you and the rest of the boys had made your way offstage.

Being the only girl in the band had its perks— you got your very own dressing room 90% of the time, one decked out with all of your favorite fixings and beverages.

But the best perk of all, was that the afterparties always happened in the boys’ room.

"What a fuckin’ show!" Calum pumps his fist triumphantly, as he is the first to lead you all into the room. He jumps up, smacking the top of the doorframe with his palms and letting out a hoot.

The rest of you funnel in, filled to the brim with adrenaline and post-show excitement.

"God, I know— The energy… fuckin’ electric, man…" Michael still seems in awe of it all, with unkempt pink locks that had been disturbed by him tossing off snapback.

"I feel like I could run a goddamn mile," Luke blurts, jogging in place.

You and Ashton are the last two to enter the room, Ashton still having barely spoken a word to you, or anyone else, since in your fifteen minutes of being off stage.

"You guys want anything to drink?" Calum asks, while Michael and Luke make their way to the couch.

"I’ll take a coke," you shrug, trying to ignore the elephant in the room that just so happens to be your brooding boyfriend.

"Really, Peanut? After a show like that, you’re settling for a can of coke? How about we put some Jack in that bitch and call it even?" Michael looks at you with teasing eyes as you wait for Ashton to find his seat.

Post-show parties and conversations were a ritual for you as a band— each of you needing your own times in the spotlight to debrief, and let off steam.

These gatherings you shared were like a perfectly thought-out routine. Mike and Luke sit down on their couch, Cal grabs the refreshments, and you make your way to your assigned seat on Ashton’s lap. Sometimes, Ashton would roll up a spliff for the four of you to share, especially if the show was one like tonight’s.

But Ashton lingering on his phone in the doorframe was never part of this routine. You didn’t like it one bit.

Michael, Calum, and Luke begin to talk amongst themselves, leaving you standing and watching your beau with worried eyes. His knuckles were practically going white as he anxiously ticked, mindlessly clawing at the pocket of his dress pants.

A snapping sound grabs your attention from across the room.

"Hey, lovebirds— the fuck’s up with you guys?" Luke quizzes, his brow quirked as Calum hands him a can of spiked seltzer.

You shake your head, "Fuck if I know."

Your words make Ashton’s head snap up from his phone; sending a bothered glance in your direction. But you just ignore it. You didn’t want to risk ruining a perfect night over some trivial bullshit.

"Well? Gonna’ take a seat, Ash? That chair’s got you and Y/N’s names all over it."

You stifle a giggle at Michael’s reference to you and Ashton’s routine, your eyes bouncing back and forth between your pink haired friend and your unamused boyfriend.

"C’mon baby, sit down," you coo, walking over to the brown leather arm chair that has been deemed your throne, "Let off some steam."

Ashton lets out a huff, causing the general chatter of the room to grow quiet. The rest of you watch in solace as Ashton shoves his phone in pocket, and walks towards you.

He brushes past your shoulder coldly, before sitting down with a loud sigh.

"Dude. What’s going on with you?— Lighten the hell up."

Calum’s jab only earns a nasty look from Ashton, but you just remain still, standing above him while he leans back comfortably in his arm chair.

There’s an awkward silence surrounding you all, before Ashton’s fingers start rhythmically tapping on his thigh.

"Well? I’m sitting," he says dryly, the first words he’d spoken in a while, "Happy now?"

Luke and Michael toss each other a look, before Calum walks over to you with your drink.

"I’d be happier if you put a smile on that face," Calum says, leaning down to be parallel with Ashton’s steely expression. You try your hardest to remain stern, putting your poker face on lockdown.

As much as you hated to see your boyfriend so solemn and serious, you found it a bit amusing.

Ashton was one of the least serious people you had ever come across, which is one of the reasons why you worked so well as a couple.

He’d tell jokes, you’d laugh, then fire one right back at him. It was just one of those indescribable instances that made the two of you perfect for each other.

But seeing him so stone-cold, so inexpressible, you were sure it was some sort of joke.

You test your luck, shuffling between his legs and fluttering down into his lap. Usually, his hands would instantly grab ahold of your waist, before chatting up a storm. But instead of that, his hands completely dodged your body, folding them into his lap with his elbow resting on your thigh.

"Should I play music? Not gonna lie, I fuckin’ hate the vibes in this room right now…" Michael breaks the tense, ongoing silence.

"Oooh, can you play some Zeppelin?" Luke requests.

"Queue up some ‘Sabbath while you’re at it," says Calum.

As the other boys bicker about what songs to play, you’re left staring down at your lover. His blank expression had yet to dwindle, and you were certain that if you had stood in front of him, he’d be able to shoot daggers into your back with his stare alone.

"What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You ask the question quietly, ducking down into his ear. Your hand travels up to toy with the baby curls that sat at the nape of his neck, which he normally goes crazy for.

But even with you asking, he didn’t move a muscle.

"Okay," you shrug, helpless, "fine. Don’t say anything then."

A pinprick tugs at your heartstrings upon Ashton’s refusal to speak. But you try to push that worrisome feeling down with the rest of your intrusive thoughts, hoping to focus solely on having a good time.

Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin starts to roll through the speakers behind the ambiance of conversation, with Calum and Luke now aiming the discussion towards the show.

"Can we just talk about how Luke’s fly was down the entire time? Like, from curtain fall—"

"Fuck you mate," Luke defends, the heated little argument grabbing your attention, "I swear I pulled it up! Must’ve fallen down— ‘er something…"

"It’s true, I saw him do it," You interject, raising your drink in the air.

"Okay, but how did it manage to fall down by the second song of the set? That’s gotta be a record or something… is anybody keeping track?"

Michael practically spits out his drink at Calum’s observation.

"Oh, ha ha, veeery funny. Let’s all laugh at the amount of times Luke has gone out on stage with his fly down… I swear, it’s like Peanut is the only one who actually gives a shit about me." Luke leans back into the couch, looking down at his fly before taking a sip of his own drink.

"Speakin’ of Peanut… dude, what the actual fuck was that?!" Michael shoots up from his seat excitedly, his eyes going glossy at you.

"What was what?" you ask.

"English Love Affair? You haven’t performed it in a while. Not like the way you did tonight, at least. How’d it fuckin’ feel?"

"Singin’ about your mistress in her hometown must’ve been a real culture shock, huh." Calum mumbles.

You can’t help but laugh, "It wasn’t that extraordinary… But, I’ll admit, it’s a damn good song. I did write it for that reason—"

"Don’t be so humble, Y/N." Luke jokes.

As you and the rest of the band go back and forth, you notice Ashton’s leg out of the corner of your eye. It had started feverishly bobbing up and down, with him still not speaking a word throughout this entire conversation.

"The crowd was eating it up, too— you were like a fuckin’ machine out there."

Your cheeks flush pink at Michael’s compliment, "You don’t mean that."

"Oh, but I do. God, I can’t even describe it… When you sing that song it’s like you get possessed ‘er some shit."

Calum snorts, "Yeah, possessed by some good pussy."

That comment seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, for Ashton is suddenly shooting upward in his seat, sending you flying with him.

Your head whips to face him, his cheeks glowing red hot. He only utters four words, before guiding you off of his lap and standing up himself.

"I need a fuckin’ smoke."

The lot of you watch in shock as Ashton angrily barrels out of the room, slamming open the door and making it hit the wall with a loud crash. You all jump, before passing each other confused, worried glances.

"What— what the fuck was that?"

You let out an angry huff, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Luke only chuckles, before tossing his hands in the air.

"Well, Y/N— looks like it’s time for you to do your thing. Go tame that raging bull."

Your eyes land at least once on all of the boys, each of them giving you a ‘you probably should go out there and get him’ type of look.

"Why does it always have to be me?" You sigh, but Michael sucks his teeth.

"I think you already know the answer to that one, Peanut."

After the boys had shooed you out of the dressing room, you set off down the halls to look for Ashton. You checked every corner, every bathroom, every area with a chair to sit and ponder in; but the angry mess of a dirty blonde mullet and dress pants was nowhere to be found.

You contemplated giving up after circling the same hallway for a third time, your legs feeling like wet noodles as you trudged along the dimly lit corridors—

But you then felt your shoulders relax when you noticed a rock propping open the outside door.

"Ashton?" You call out, pushing the steel-clad door just enough for you to pop your head outside.

And sure enough, there he was.

"Ash," you say again, a bit louder this time, stepping over the rock timidly and snaking your way through the gap.

He was leaned against a lamppost that lit up the parking lot, with tense shoulders and his brow furrowed. He stared off into the abyss, taking a pull from his joint.

You felt as though you were walking on eggshells, trying your hardest not to go into panic mode and start screaming your own head off.

Or, apologizing profusely for something that you may or may not have done.

"Baby?" you try your hand at sweetly grabbing his attention, one last time.

"What?"

"Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

He ashes his joint, before taking another pull, the veins in his neck practically popping through his skin. You take a step closer, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Are you sure?"

He blows out smoke through the side of his lips, "Yes."

"Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting like such a brat all night," You warn him, finding the stern, coldness in your voice, similar to the one he’s been firing off at you and the guys since he stepped off stage.

There’s a brief moment of tension in the air, lingering lowly above your head. You hold your breath for a moment, before Ashton is tapping his joint with his eyes glued to his shoes.

He hadn’t looked up at you. At least, not yet.

"If you don’t want me acting like a brat, then don’t call me a fucking liar." He mumbles to the ground, an angry baritone rumbling through his voice.

"I didn’t call you a liar. I just said, don’t lie…" you drop your hands to your side, taking another step towards him.

"…Now tell me what’s wrong with you before I smack that joint right out of your fuckin’ hand."

Your threat brings Ashton to lock eyes with you. You’re finally able to get a good look at the angry crimson hue that surrounded him; with shaky pupils and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"You really wanna know what’s wrong with me, Peanut?" He mocks the endearing nickname like poison rolling off of his tongue.

"Well, I—" You stutter, taken aback by his serious tone. He then chuckles dryly, lifting the joint and resting his hand on his chin.

"You really have no idea, do you?"

"Obviously not, asshole." You hated to sound so brash, but you were still residually upset by his ignorance.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Only to say the stupidest thing you had ever heard in your life.

"You think I enjoyed watching you parade around onstage tonight— all smiley and giggly— singing about some girl you fucked one time? A time so memorable that you went off and wrote a goddamn rock ballad about?!"

Your eyes widen in dismay.

The rumors were true, you thought, Ashton had finally lost it.

"Oh my god— you’re joking… You’re joking, aren’t you?" Your face melts into pure, sadistic amusement. But Ashton’s face hadn’t faltered.

"Do I look like I’m joking?" He ask the question seriously.

"You cannot be serious, Ash. You’re telling me that you’ve been moping around all night because of a fucking song I wrote eight years ago?! Meanwhile you were the one who suggested putting it on the fuckin’ dice!"

He finally finishes his joint, flicking the roach to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of his boot.

"If I had known you’d perform it like she was actually there on that stage fucking you, I probably wouldn’t have suggested it at all."

A shaky chuckle flies past your lips. "God, you are such a baby! I cannot believe that you’d stomp around and make such a fuss over this! You’re really serious right now, Ash? Like, really?"

"As serious as a goddamn heart attack, Y/N."

The only emotion you could process at the moment was anger. You were completely baffled by his behavior, unable to muster up even a sentence that would aid in your argument.

"…What’s mine is mine, baby. It’s as simple as that. Can’t blame me for gettin’ a little jealous sometimes." His tone of voice had softened, significantly.

Knowing him well enough by now, after almost four years together, you had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold a grudge.

And, of course, you were right. As always.

"Ash, it’s been eight years. You’re gonna have to get over it eventually."

"Well— what if I don’t want to get over it?" He blurts, still stern.

Before you reply, you step even closer to him. Close enough to feel the sizzling hot anger radiating off of the both of your bodies and creating a spark between them.

You hated when he was angry. He hated when you were angry.

But something about that anger made your stomach twist in knots. In the best possible way.

You decided to test your luck. To push his buttons. Get under his skin, a bit.

"Then I’d say you’re being a brat. A whiny, fucking brat."

Ashton chuckles, rather dryly, before lifting himself from his slouched position resting on the lamppost. He towers over you, straightening his posture to show off his much larger frame.

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart."

You could sense the obvious switch in dynamic of this situation. Now clouded with sexual frustration, as opposed to just the regular kind of frustration.

You cross your arms over your chest, swallowing back the newly formed lump in your throat. "You don’t scare me, y’know."

All he does is shrug.

"Don’t think I need to scare ya’ to make you scream. Thought we’ve been over this."

That comment only riled you up more, but you tried to hide it beneath a playful glare, "Is that a threat, Ashton?"

"No no no, baby— not at all…"

He shakes his head, slight sarcasm falling over his tone before he’s snaking his arms around your waist, digging the tips of his fingers into your back.

"…It’s a fuckin’ promise."

The speed in which his lips found yours seemed almost impossible. From the way he had gone from blatantly ignoring your existence, to feeling you up like you were the last thing he’d ever touch.

"You’re mine. Y’know that, right?" He presses you against his torso, clasping his broad hands at the small of your back.

"Mmmmhmm," You sigh into his kiss, as he roughly sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

He then takes one of your thighs in a handful, lifting it up to rest it gently on his hip.

In the midst of the commotion, you realize that you were still dressed completely in your stage clothes. Clad in an oversized, striped sweater that was stolen right from Michael’s closet, and a short black tennis skirt.

You were fully aware of just how short your skirt was. And to be totally honest with yourself, you loved wearing it.

You loved the way it floated around you as you danced, the way it complimented your platform boots and knee high socks…

But you also loved the absolute chokehold it had on your boyfriend.

You catch your breath as Ashton pulls away from your heated kiss; only for a moment. To admire you, as his hand slowly snakes its’ way up your skirt to grip your bare asscheek.

"This ass," he grunts, digging his fingers into your flesh, "is mine."

"Mhm." You nod again. Affirmative. Your bottom lip was still trapped between your teeth with helpless, puppy dog eyes.

"This face?" He removes his other hand from your back to cup your cheek, "This gorgeous gorgeous face? Is mine. All fuckin’ mine. Ya’ hear me?"

You nod at him, trying to ignore his hand creeping towards the hemline of your panties.

"Need ‘ya to use those words, beautiful. Like the ones you used to write your song, yeah?"

One thing about Ashton was that he never failed to piss you off— but he was also damn good at turning you on.

"…Wanna hear one last bit of your poetry before the only word you’re able to say is my fuckin’ name."

"Ash—" You go to speak, but your mouth clamps shut as he traces your inner thigh with his fingertips.

"Go ahead, Y/N, tell me. Tell me who’s really ‘all you ever think about.’"

His head dips down to your neck to leave a trail of wet kisses, all the way to the base of your collarbone. Your hand finds his hair, tugging at the roots gently with each gentle kiss.

"You. You’re all I ever think about… All I’ve ever wanted—"

Your breath hitches as his teeth bite into your skin, his hand finding its way back to the outside of your thigh to anchor your body against him.

"—All I’ve ever needed."

In a swift motion, Ashton is dropping your leg from his hip, bringing you to teeter on your shaky legs and look at him with desperate eyes.

His head pops up from your neck, pupils wavering and twinkling with lust.

And suddenly, your mind is clouded. All of the things you’ve ever needed in a person was right at your fingertips. Any syllable of a song lyric, any chorus of every single song you’ve ever written.

It was him.

"You wanna’ write songs about getting fucked ‘till you can’t speak, sweetheart?"

At this point, you were too needy to care about whatever words flew past your lips. "Yes, Ashton. Please—"

His eyes darken, a sultry smile climbing across his cheeks for the first time all night.

"Allow me to provide you with some inspiration, then."

In a second, he’s lifting you up by the back of your legs, tossing your body effortlessly over his shoulder. You let out a laugh, slapping his back, his arms, anything you could get your hands on.

"Hey! What the fuck—"

Your ass is fully exposed to the parking lot around you, as Ashton begins to walk. You couldn’t see much, but the most you knew was the direction of your shared tour bus.

He leans his head over to you, whispering a little something in your ear that sent chills down your spine.

"You wanna make music with me, baby? I’ll give you somethin’ to fuckin’ write about…"

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insanelyadd · 1 year

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OKAY SO THE FRESH ANALYSIS

ME DEARLY BELOVED FOLLOWERS, you probably started wondering why I like Fresh so much. Why I have been lovingly rotating him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.

SO ANYWAYS I AM GOING TO DO MY BEST TO WRITE DOWN EVERYTHING I’VE READ ABOUT HIM. This is not complete simply because I haven’t read EVERYTHING on the old RP blog CQ ran for him. This is also mostly from the perspective of his character so other facts like Fresh using he/they pronouns and having furby bombs and canonically liking kissing (okay actually that does play into his character slightly) won’t be the primary focus of this analysis. This also, All, my own interpretation.

This analysis will be in three sections: His original characterization, his Monologue, and finally what could be inferred about how how his character changed due to the Event that gave us the Monologue.

His Original Characterization

The first thing you need to know about Fresh is that his goofy 90s persona was chosen specifically because they thought it would be non-threatening. This plays into a major part of his personality, which is that, baseline, everything he does is for survival. Once everything needed for that is met and taken care of the next major component is that he does whatever he wants to do to entertain himself.

He possesses people to live, but torments people on occasion (not too often, making enemies would go against the survival thing, unless he’s assessed that they would be a harmless enemy perhaps). All his weapons are innocuous at first glance to once again pass himself off as non threatening (oh hey the furby bombs come into play here, huh, he also uses a wiffle bat).

He doesn’t feel most emotions, but he can feel a few, (and at one point CQ said that the longer Fresh is in the same host the more he can feel? Not sure if that still applies, take that with a grain of salt) but those emotions are fear, anger, and amusement primarily (though affection and others are not off the table, it would just take A Lot of work for him to get to that point). Primarily his emotions that he portrays are all ones he’s imitating based on what he thinks are non threatening reactions. He easily pretends to be chipper or indignant but he doesn’t truly feel most of these emotions. According to posts written by CQ he is not genuinely flirty though him imitating “safe” emotions might put him in situations where he does that (most likely just to entertain himself, which is the primary reason he likes kissing. He doesn’t understand why kissing is meant to be important and does it because he’s amused by people’s reactions to it. Absolutely no thoughts [about kissing] behind those glasses.)

He is also very full of himself. He thinks he’s better than other people (but obviously he recognizes that as being a negative/”unsafe” thing to voice so he keeps it to himself and privately believes it). He thinks he’s better and deserves good things (this is directly stated in The Monologue), which is another reason he amuses himself by scaring people. IT’S IS ALSO A RESULT OF ANOTHER MAJOR COMPONENT OF HIS PERSONALITY: He has an ideology that people are primarily driven by selfishness. This is likely a direct result of him being a literal parasite who needs to harm others to live. He is really unable/unprepared to comprehend that people can care about others so much that they would put their loved ones before themselves. When this is challenged it typically makes him irrationally angry and ready to hurt people (even ones he “pretends” are his friends, and even though this contradicts his need to survive at any cost) to prove to them that they should never trust anyone. This is also why on occasion in a few comics CQ has done Fresh will offer up being possessed to desperate people with the lure that they won’t feel pain anymore (which is implied to be a lie because people who can read souls and Fresh himself say they can hear the host screaming, possibly in agony).

THE MONOLOGUE

Okay so I’m going to explain the events leading up to The Monologue, and then I’m going to share the whole monologue here, then I will analyze it (plus here is the link to the post with the monologue and a more in-depth recap of events from Fresh’s old RP blog)

There was a huge multi-blog RP event (these used to be very common, I don’t go to the RP scene anymore though so I’m not sure if they stopped or I just stopped seeing them, basically a whole bunch of blogs get together to RP through one big common event, typically a party that they are all attending) called the LoveBall that Fresh went to with the plan to infect as many people as possible with parasites he produced and from there infect the whole multiverse (which he claims is to “help” them all). Fresh directly states that he’s not a Sans here, even though this was before his redesign when he was still possessing one (STARES DIRECTLY AT EVERYONE CLAIMING I AM A SANS SIMP FOR LOVING FRESH).

Anyways he gets confronted by another Not Sans, who takes him to The Last Corridor (judgement hall) and Fresh is sure he’s going to die, though he still tries to act unbothered. They talk a bit and it is revealed to Fresh that he is a fictional character (he could see the whole multiverse was code too which is a fun detail), he’s clearly taken aback but still tries to play it off as it’s explained to him that him and the other Not-Sans and everyone they’ve ever known are Nothing, and that it would be for the best if he doesn’t try to get OUR attention.

SO NOW WE COME TO THE MONOLOGUE ITSELF WHICH IS SO GOOD THAT I WANT TO EAT IT. Anyways:

…….I’ve thought about a lot of stuff lately. Ya know. All these inner thoughts I ignore or avoid listenin to. And I realized. Ya know. Maybe I wasn’t lookin to ‘help everyone’. It was some excuse, ya know? I like messin with people. I like the concept that in some way, I’m more clever, or amusing, or hilarious, or-…. simply put, I’m BETTER then the rest of em. I’m better and I deserve to get what I want, and I wanna mess with people and I want to hurt people, and since, ey, I gotta possess people to survive, I might as well ENJOY the process as well, ya know dawg? I wanted to take over the multiverse because yeah, it extended far beyond somethin so noble as ‘helpin’ people, I wanted to take over because I COULD, and because it was FUN, and because I couldn’t be STOPPED. I wanted the power to enslave E͏̷͏V̨̀͜E̸͠͠R̡̢͠Y̸͢͟T҉̢͠H͏͜͞Ì̴̕N̡̨̕G͡. The power to enslave everything. But. I can’t do that. Can I?

B̷͠E͢͝͡C̕͠͝Ą҉̀́̀U̡̢S̀͏E҉́͢͟ ̷͜͞Ó̡̢F̢̧͝ ̶Ỳ̨́O̢̢̢Ù̶͡.̨̛ ̵͜͜R͏̷͢Ì́Ǵ͝͞H̡̡͟T́͞?̛͜͠ You’re the voices Error hears. Aren’tcha. The voices Error always talks about. Always chats with. You’re ONE OF THEM. BEYOND THE CODE. YOU’RE WHAT I WAS WARNED ABOUT. YOU’RE WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT. BEYOND ALL OF MY KNOWN EXISTENCE. BEYOND ‘THE GAME’. You’re toying with Error. Askin him questions. We’re all your toys. Every single thing I’ve seen, every Universe, every single creature I’ve come across or possessed, every bit of data…. is something you are capable of manipulating, right? And now.I got your attention. Just like he warned me against.

….y-ya know. I won’t stop. Right. I’m gonna keep possessin peeps, and runnin around and having a radical time.

That’s what you WANT, right?? That’s what you’re lookin for, to be amused, and have a laugh! Well you’re in luck! THATS WHAT THE FRESH IS HERE TO DO! No worries, my good ol chums!!I’ll keep it up. Everything.

Right?? THATS WHY YOU’RE TALKING TO ME NOW. Right?? You are amused by me!!! Ah hahaha wicked brah! I’m glad! I’ll just- keep–

I-I…. I’ll just. Keep up my dated lingo. I’ll heelie right into every situation and make a joke of myself, and then when peeps drop their guard I’ll do somethin creepy or hilarious– OR BOTH! Ah hahahahahahaha. That’s what you want. THATS WHAT YOU WANT?

….don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Or worse. Whatever you’re capable of….

I… I’ll do what you want!!

I PROMISE. just….just.

Don’t kill me. Please.

So one of my favorite details here in the monologue is the fact that it starts with him outright stating that he thinks he’s better than everyone else and it ends with him begging us not to kill him. His hubris hit an unmovable wall at 100 mph.

I really feel like the monologue speaks for itself, so onto the next part!

Post Event Characterization Implications

So one of the things that could probably be inferred by this is that all three of his major motivators, His Need to Survive, His Want To be Entertained/Amused, and His Ideology of Selfishness are basically shoved into a blender. I’m sure he still believes in inherent selfishness but his ego about it should be at least slightly bruised, knowing that he’s just as microscopic and inconsequential as anyone else in the multiverse. As for his need to survive and want to be entertained, they’ve both been subverted to different extents. His want to be entertained is completely subverted where instead of being the one being entertained by bothering people, he is now the one wanting to do the entertainment because they believe it is necessary for their survival.

I imagine he is being eaten alive every day by the worry that he’s not being interesting enough and will be abandoned and effectively killed for not entertaining us enough. Though he might be able to push that out of his mind most of the time to continue what he normally does, because he might be able to convince himself that we have to like him for who he is to some extent or he wouldn’t have gotten this far, which seems very plausible given how good he is at hiding his fear and anxiety during his confrontation with the other Not-Sans.

Anyways he’s a bastard and he’s great and I am unfortunately in love with him. He probably wouldn’t be down for it but I will still imagine holding his hand and then picking him up and slam dunking him into a trash can (lovingly).

#utmv #underfresh #fresh sans #even though he's not a sans #character analysis

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zero context WIP game! thanks for the tags @killerandhealerqueen and @fourth-quartet 🥰🥰

i'm playing fast and easy with the rules of this one (which you can find here). instead, you'll find numbered snippets from a bunch of WIPs i am 75-90 per cent done but ambivalent about which to update first. gahan readers, what interests you most?

1. even gods can't change the past

gaon stares listlessly at the stickers lining the base of the night lamp. despite repeated disinfectings, they haven't come off, dinosaurs, trucks, sparkly muffins. things he had put there to make their hospital stay livelier.

'i guess we're even now,' soohyun says, quiet and mostly to herself.

gaon thinks for a while. 'chief jo?' he guesses. soohyun had a girlish fascination with her mentor that in turn made the normally gruff man go tongue tied.

'what -- no. jishin,' she says as if this explains anything. when gaon looks over at his wife sitting on the bed beside him, she looks guilty, sad, and relieved. the guilt is most prominent.

'what --' says gaon, having to swallow because his mouth is suddenly dry. 'are you talking about?'

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2. unnamed modern strangers in a bar au

the stranger backs gaon up until he hits the brick wall behind them, none too gently. but the man pays no attention to this. he looks at gaon with desire both ferocious and unyielding.

'this husband of yours,' says the stranger angrily, sliding his hands into gaon's thick hair and keeping them there. 'you talk about him like he walks on water but he's only a man.'

'he's my world,' replies gaon breathlessly, eyes fixed on the man's mouth. then the stranger is kissing him.

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3. omega spin-off of enantiomers

gaon spins in yohan's arms so they're back to chest, before sensuously dragging himself down yohan's front until he's crouched at yohan's feet. yohan's hands tighten around his when gaon looks up at him from the floor, smilingly and with heat.

'that look is why i put a baby inside you the first time around,' yohan says, stroking gaon's hands. there's a hint of warning to his tone. and desperation. he can't be held responsible for what he does if gaon keeps this up.

gaon laughs delightedly.

of course, that's when the bedroom emits a wail that filters down the hallway and into the living room.

4. everything everywhere all at once

soohyun's eyebrows go up in shock. 'you still love him,' she says accusingly. 'not just that -- you want to go back to him. your parents died because of kang yohan!' she yells this last part, stomping her feet in enraged helplessness.

'good people die without good reason,' gaon replies, feeling his cheeks redden.

she looks at gaon like he's grown another head. 'are you listening to yourself right now? you'll forgive kang yohan, and for what? he broke your heart. you were devastated for weeks!'

'i'm not selfless, soohyun-yah. not like you,' gaon replies, voice cracking. he searches for the words, pulling them from deep inside him. 'after appa died, i kept the restaurant open to prove that i could. helping people came after. but i can't do it anymore. i can't keep dragging on like everything is normal when seeing how fucked up everything is is destroying me.'

soohyun visibly swallows her words, letting gaon finish.

'i hurt,' gaon whispers, 'all the time. i'm so angry. it's like looking into an abyss but now it looks back at me. being with yohan makes me feel safe, like i'll survive this. like there's more to living than just pain.'

soohyun hunches over at the knees and hugs herself. 'why does it have to be kang yohan?' she says miserably.

'i don't know.' gaon approaches, choreographing his intent. he pulls her into a hug when she doesn't resist. 'it's fucked up. i'm fucked up but i miss him terribly.'

'what if he breaks your heart again?' she sniffles against gaon's chest, voice going flat with inevitability.

'he might,' gaon admits, squeezing her in final consolation. 'but i'll go my whole life regretting it if i don't try.'

5. elevator troubles

‘bujangnim?’ gaon asks, knocking on the heavy wooden door for appearance’s sake before striding in. but yohan’s not there.

the sound of his harsh breathing fills the office. he makes his way over to where late afternoon sunlights spills through the floor to ceiling windows and stares at the traffic twenty stories below, tiny trucks and tinier people.

he's livid. if he could, he would shatter every single window of this ministry building with the frequency of his rage.

a hand slips over his eyes, cooling their heat and blocking his vision. a body follows behind.

‘shhh,’ rumbles yohan in gaon’s ear, moulding himself around gaon, silken wool and heat and support everywhere. his other hand lands on gaon's chest, over gaon's fast beating heart.

gaon’s only reaction is a hitch in his breathing. his muscles remain tightly coiled, his hands clenched in fists at his sides.

'he told me that my parents would be proud of me for doing the right thing,' gaon says with long pauses between into the red blackness. 'when he -- when he was the one who helped doh young choon --' he breaks off with a stifled sound, enraged.

yohan's joyless chuckle rumbles through gaon's body. 'min jung ho is a viper.' his inflection doesn't change when gaon grabs his wrist. 'down to his venomous words.'

'what gives him the right,' gasps gaon, eyes turning wet with frustrated tears under yohan's palm. he presses back into yohan's body.

'none,' says yohan simply. 'just as he has no right to dispense justice.'

'i want to hurt him, so, so badly,' gaon confesses, pulling yohan's hand away.

‘we will,’ says yohan.

future promises aren't enough. gaon whirls around. 'now, yohan.' he pushes the unresisting older man backwards until yohan's thighs hit the heavy oak table. 'i want to destroy him now.'

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6. my heart goes back to you, i just don't know

trigger warning, beware.

jung sunah pulls gaon’s face up with a fistful of silky, dark hair. gaon’s pupils are blown wide. yohan catches a peek of red tongue as gaon swallows, sweat beading along the younger man’s temple. yohan knows this expression from when he looked into the mirror all those weeks ago after jung sunah had ambushed him.

she drugged gaon.

yohan watches with a foreboding feeling as jung sunah simply stares at gaon. the hunger on her face is…not good. she cocks her head, hand traveling to gaon’s panting mouth. yohan watches her fit two perfectly manicured fingers, nails painted rouge into the seam of gaon’s mouth; feels somehow worse when gaon doesn’t resist.

‘he’s nothing! a means to an end,‘ barks yohan. he sounds affected because he is. he knows what’s happening here, what jung sunah is making him a bystander to.

she ignores this. ‘you know, i never liked giving blowjobs,’ she says conversationally. ‘they’re demeaning. the power differential is obvious. men enjoy it.’ she tilts gaon’s face up using the fingers in his mouth.

gaon pants heavily, eyelashes turning wet as he blinks slow and hard. ‘seeing kim pansanim on his knees makes me understand the appeal of it.’

‘is that why you brought him here?’ yohan asks, thinking quickly. ‘to get to me?’

‘you put your hand on his shoulder on live television,’ she replies in a faraway voice, but yohan can read her now.

tagging @technitango @tenderlywicked @rocknghorss @thedeviljudges @briwates @mid-n0vember @eyesof-kkomi feel free to pass ofc and if you are a writer who enjoys being tagged, lmk so i can include you in the future

#the devil judge #gahan #my fic ideas #my ficlets #asks game #writers ask game #moots

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Hello!

Ok, so...if it wasn't a problem, do you have something you would like to share about "Accidental Ghost King Luigi"?

I saw that you mentioned it and it really caught my attention, a lot of thoughts came up when I finished Luigi's Mansion 3 and I love expanding them.

So most of the ideas were discussed here, but I can scrounge up some more.

TL;DR for this AU : E.Gadd passes away, leaving in his will everything he owns to Luigi, who is now probably the richest man in the mushroom kingdom between the estates, the cash and the employees, living or not. (Spoilers alert : once Luigi realizes exactly how much he owns, he freaks out so much he hides under his blanket for several hours, with Mario patting the bundle and occasionally slipping snacks under it).

Then once he calms down enough, he wants to give everything away but it turns out to not be that simple, explains the Toad in charge of giving the will to Luigi:

"What if I DON'T want all of this ??"

"I don't know about the ready money or the coffee shop, but by all ghost and Boo laws, you are the rightful master of these places that you earned through Right of Conquest until someone else comes to dethrone you."

And it turns out, yes, by beating King Boo three times, on his haunting ground, with the last time being a direct challenge to Luigi and his kin, Luigi effectively conquered him, with all of his ghosts and Boos. And King Boo was a very powerful ghost. Luigi is now King Luigi.

"Why was E.Gadd even the owner of these places then, he wasn't the one chasing ghosts there !"

"Oh, he wasn't the actual owner of anything: before the dark moon incident, the ghosts were not agressive and let him play around, and afterwards, he acted as your steward to maintain your domains in your absence"

"Wait, is that why King Boo keeps coming after me ? Not just by revenge?"

"Oh yes, definitely, you dethroned him three times, that's a bad number for a spirit."

Peach, who has to deal regularly with a king ruling over a place where 90% of roaylty dealings involve kidnapping : "oh, Luigi dear..."

Except E.Gadd comes back. As a ghost. And he's still obsessed with science, but now without any of these pesky mortal ethics or boundaries. To the point his experiences go from "eyebrow-raising in the methods but ultimately for the greater good" to "mad scientist except this one is perfectly aware of what his potential enemies can do and acts accordingly."

At first he seems relatively reasonable...until Luigi refuses to give him back Gooigi AND the rest of the ghosts, too. Maybe he has grown fond of his new "subjects", or maybe he senses giving E.Gadd full control of the ghosts is a bad idea.

"My boy, do you think you could use my own creations against me ? I know them better inside out than you can ever do !!"

E.Gadd doesn't take it well.

E.Gadd is now very curious and vindicative towards this meddling new Ghost King who dares to get in the way of his research.

E.Gadd issues a challenge. And by challenge we mean that he takes possession of Luigi's territories. Probably kidnaps Mario & co, AND Polterpup (he knows how to capture ghosts, and he knows how helpful the ghost pup is to Luigi). Oh, and he steals and breaks all existing Poltergusts.

Now Luigi is stuck in a dangerous place with a mad ghost after him, unarmed, alone...except for King Boo, still stuck in his container, that he managed to grab on the way out of the laboratory.

King Boo is angry at Luigi for stealing his title, but he certainly isn't going to let the professor beat HIS nemesis!! What will the rest of the spectral community say if the one who defeated him loses his new title so fast?? Luigi isn't sure about the logic behind this reasoning, but he'll take any help he can get.

So now it's the team up of the century, and by that I mean King Boo snarking and loudly complaining from his container, asking again and again to be let out, while Luigi tries to survive and to keep KB inside the container (he has enough on his plate, he doesn't want another mad ghost after him); all while KB actually guides Luigi through the mysteries of ghosts and spectres, as well as the intricacies of the Ghost King title. But even after King Boo manages to get out of the container at some point, he still sticks by Luigi. You can guess why.

A Very Important Plot Point: King Boo gets frustrated by how much time Luigi takes and decides to shove some spectral power in him to level the field.

That's a fun surprise : King Boo's spectral essence boosts up Luigi's Thunderhand (that he had stopped using due to how taxing it was on his body; but now the Boo power helps circumventing this energy tax). KB acts as the new "source" and makes it way more potent, especially given his own affinity with lightning.

"Isn't that cheating ?"

"Have you even MET ME ??? Here, have some of my power, it should AT LEAST give you a boost so you won't die right after touching a gho-"

*huge thunderbolt crashing on the house frizzing everything electrical device*

"....WHAT WAS THAT"

"Uh....it never did that before."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "IT NEVER DID THAT BEFORE ?? YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU HAD LATENT MAGICAL ABILITIES!!?? WHY DID YOU NEVER USE THEM AGAINST ME !!!???"

Later, when they manage to free Mario, KB eyes Mario suspiciously for a loooong moment as both brothers look in hope.

Then he shrugs : "Nah, not gonna happen"

"What?? Why ??"

"It's more fun if Luigi gets my power, he's my nemesis. Just ask Bowser to lend you fire powers next time you see him"

"That's ridiculous, with everything at stake..."

"More seriously, you are NOT my nemesis. You did NOT deal with my powers as intimately as Luigi did"

"Don't put it that way please"

"Even if I wanted to provide you power, Mario is much weaker to my powers, he wouldn't be able to harness them."

#booigi #super mario bros #luigi's mansion #answers #miscellaneous mario madness #accidental ghost king AU

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Day to Day Norm Pt.3

Norm x F!Quaritch!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Cursing, cuddling, bullying, if I miss anything please lmk.

Spoken in Na'vi

Pt.2 Pt.4

The next morning you were up early and making your way to the cafeteria. When you got your food you spotted Norm and the others and sat next to him since he seemed somewhat alone. Grace started to delve into telling everyone what had happened yesterday with extra gusto.

"So what will you be doing today?" You ask Norm and he shakes himself out of whatever trance he had been in.

"Oh, just some research. Nothing as exciting as what you and Jake will be doing today." Norm says Jake's name with a hint of jealousy and you frown.

"You know I'm not going to throw you on the back burner all the time right?" You ask him and he smiles at you.

"I know. I'm just upset that I'm not getting this chance." Norm admits.

"Hey. Think about it. If Jake and I are able to solidify a good relationship between the Omatikaya and the humans... Maybe you will be. You also gotta think that maybe Grace feels the same way you do." You say and he looks up at you.

"Really?" He asks and you finish your bite of food and take a sip of orange juice.

"Maybe. I'm not saying I know for a fact, but you've gotta think about it. She's been here 30-plus years and never gotten to be as close to them as we are. Makes me feel bad that it took me following Jake's idiocy to make it there." You tell him.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better you deserve this chance. You've been learning about them for how long now?" Norm asks.

"A few years. I don't have the same time put in that you do, nor do I have the degree." You admit and the two of you eat in comfortable silence.

"I look over and all I see are these two idiots' asses disappearing into the forest with an angry thanator right behind them." Grace says excitedly.

"Man that's great." Max says and you shoot a shy smile their way.

"It's not something you can teach." Jake says and you roll your eyes.

"I was dragging and pushing you 90% of the time Sully." You say and he scoffs.

"Well, I got us in didn't I?" He retorts and you scoffed.

"I kept Neytiri from skewering your ass, jarhead." You rebuttal and you both stare at each other until you both fall into a fit of giggles.

"Anyways, for some reason they've chosen the two of you... God help us all." Grace jokes and you nod.

"Yeah. Crazy." You mutter as you look down at your food. You finish up and head to the link room with Norm hot on your heels. Before you can reach your destination Norm stopped you with a hand on your elbow.

"You okay?" Norm asks and you sigh.

"Grace has a point. Jake and I aren't as educated as the rest of you... So why pick us?" You ask it rhetorically and Norm stops your pacing by grabbing your shoulders and moving you to an empty part of the lab.

"If you ask me they made a good choice with you. You're humble, nice, athletically inclined, and gorgeous." Norm says and you blush.

"You think I'm pretty?" You ask him and he shakes his head.

"I don't think you're pretty... I think you're gorgeous." Norm corrects you and you smile. You take a deep breath and pull his head down by the back of his neck and introduce his lips to yours. He seems frozen for a moment then reciprocates the kiss with the same fervor. His arms wrap around your waist and yours go around his neck. Before the kiss can be deepened anymore someone clears their throat and you both jump apart. You find Grace standing there with a smirk on her face.

"You and Jake are due to link in a few minutes. Thought I'd let you know before this carried any further." She said with an amused tone. You blush and peck Norm on the cheek.

"I'll talk to you when I get out of the link today." You tell him and he nods. You quickly make your way to the link room and find Jake being walked through how to calibrate a link pod. You go over to your pod, calibrate it, and get in to link up. When you open your eyes you get out of your hammock and make your way down to the main area. Neytiri gives a small smile as she spots you and goes over to you.

"Where is Jake?" She asks.

"Oh, he was being taught how to calibrate the link pod so he doesn't have to have anyone do it for him every time." You tell her and she nods. "He should be along in a bit." You tell her and she understands that better.

"What is with JakeSulí? Is he your mate?" She asks curiously and you scrunch your nose in disgust.

"No. Technically I am single or uh unmated, but I'm trying to work on a relationship between me and one of the scientists. His name is Norm." You say and she tilts her head.

"Norm?" She asks curiously.

"Yeah. Norm Spellman. He's really nice, very smart. He knows more about your culture than I do." You tell her and she makes a small sound of approval.

"Then he will make a good mate." She says and you blush. You hear footsteps approaching and turn around to find Jake.

"Mornin' Jake. Ready for the day?" You ask him and he smiles.

"Always." He admits and Neytiri gestures for the two of you to follow her. She stops at the pali pin and you feel excited.

"Today I will teach you to ride pali." She says and you smile wide.

"Ugh I miss my horse." You say sadly and she looks at you confused. "Uh, horses are the Earth equivalent of pali. I had one back home. His name was Al Capony and he was a wildfire." You tell her. She leads the two of you into the pin and brings two pali forward. You approach the one she tells you to and pat their neck. You mount them and conjoin your tswin. The feeling of your mind melding with her mind was odd but beautiful. You rubbed her neck more to calm her and inhaled through your nose.

"You can tell her what to do in here." Neytiri says and touches her head. She goes over to Jake to teach him and you gave the mental command to start at a gallop. You hear a wet slap and you and your pali stop and turn to the commotion. You find Jake sprawled in the mud and you start chuckling as you gallop back over to them. You spot Tsu'tey and a couple of his hunters race over quickly.

"You two should leave. You don't belong here." Tsu'tey says and Jake laughs.

"Nah. You'd miss me too much. I knew you could speak English." Jake fires back at Tsu'tey.

"Look at him. A rock sees more." Tsu'tey says and you laugh when he says that. He looks up surprised that you understood him and Neytiri lightly smacked his pali's behind and it darted off. You have your pali nudge Jake's head with her nose and he looks up at you.

"Stop trying to wipe the mud off your tongue with your mud-covered hands." You tell him and he looks at his hands and chuckles. You shake your head in amusement and you ride off on your pali. When it was time to get off and go work on something else you looked sadly at your pali. You followed Neytiri to a more secluded area and she sat cross legged and you followed suit with Jake shortly behind.

"I will be teaching you Na'vi." Neytiri says and you look at her.

"I know how to speak Na'vi. Grace has been teaching me since I was 17." You tell her and she nods.

"Then you will help me teach him." She says and you nod. The two of you start working together and you're losing your patience at a slower rate than her.

"Skxawng!" Neytiri says and smacks his forehead. Jake chuckles in exasperation and you laugh at his disgruntled expression. Your ears perked back and you get up on your feet. Neytiri follows closely behind when she hears the same noise you do. Then the sound of the horn for last meal sounded, and Neytiri pulled the both of you with her. She sits down and grabs a serving and you grab one as well. The three of you continue eating and making conversation.

"Tomorrow I will start teaching you to use a bow." Neytiri says. "I will also continue teaching you to speak our language." She groans and you laugh. "You said you are being courted by one of your human friends. Tell me more of him?" Neytiri asks and you blush and look up at her. Jake is looking at you surprised.

"Norm is tall for a human, he is also an avatar driver. He was actually in the forest with Jake and I when we got separated by a thanator. I'm just glad he didn't get spotted by it." You spoke and she smiles.

"Wait... You and Norm?" Jake asks and you look at him and nod.

"It's not official yet, but uh I kissed him before we linked this morning." You tell him and he leans forward.

"No way! You kissed him?" Jake asked with an amazed face and you looked away from him.

"He was being so sweet, and he was helping me feel better... It felt right." You admit and he laughs victorious.

"Yes! I'm rooting for you two." Jake says and you place your face in your hands. "Thought U was gonna have to watch the two of you pine for each other for years." Jake says as the three of you get up and make your way back up to your hammocks. When you lay down and your eyes shut you open them and get out of your pod. You spot Norm immediately and drag him with you as you make your daily video log. When you're done you turn off the cam and turn to Norm.

"She taught us to ride Pali today!" You say excitedly. "Well more like she taught me to make the connection and control it, while Jake kept falling off." You joked and he laughed. "It was so amazing, and I talked to her about you. She asked me if Jake was my mate... Gross. But I told her about you and later at last meal she asked me to tell her more about you. So I did, but then Jake was there and it was super awkward. Because he was all 'I'm rooting for you two' and all that like he's older than us." You tell him and Norm chuckles and you look at the time. "I've gotta meet my Dad for dinner... Unless you want to join us?" You offer him and he seems to freeze and think about it.

"Uh, wouldn't it be a bit early to meet your Dad? I haven't even asked you to be my girlfriend yet." Norm says and you nod.

"If you aren't ready I don't want to push it. Just thought I'd extend the invitation." You said and he nodded.

"Thanks but uh maybe in a few weeks?" He suggests and you think it over.

"Sounds like a plan. Alright I gotta go. Bye!" You give him a quick kiss and run off to find your Dad. Norm thinks it over for a bit when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns the chair he's sitting in to find Jake.

"So she kissed you, huh?" Jake asked and Norm rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Honestly she's better at reading the moment than I am. I would've been too chicken to initiate the kiss." Norm says and Jake nods.

"I get it." Jake says. "Let's go get some grub and go to bed. I'm beat." Jake says and the two of them go the way you just went.

You find your Dad when you get your food and sit across from him with a smile on your face.

"Hey Dad." You greet him and he smiles wide when he sees you.

"Hey, baby girl. How was your first day with the natives?" He asks and you feel excited to talk about it again.

"So they taught me about their version of a horse. It's called a pali and I got to ride one, and it made me miss Al Capony." You tell him and he leans his chin on his hand. "But then we were trying to teach Jake how to speak Na'vi and I don't think my patience has ever run so thin so fast." You tell him and he laughs.

"Well baby girl, you know how simple us Marines are. Learnin' other languages ain't as easy for us as it is for smart people like you." Your Dad says and you smile.

"I, uh, also made a move on Norm." You tell him and he looks at you waiting for more information. "I kissed him this morning when I started to feel like maybe the Omatikaya made a mistake picking me. I'm not as educated as Grace or Norm. I don't even have the same experience as Jake with him being a marine. I'm just me. I've got my GED, and that's about it." You say and your Dad frowns.

"I think the question you need to ask is why wouldn't they choose ya?" He asks and you look at him curiously. "1. Ya might not have the fancy education like the lab coats, but you've got the brain to have one. 2. I've been trainin' ya, the way I was trained back in boot camp, for half a decade. 3. Ya pick up everything that everyone teaches ya with speed. 4. You are perfect. Every part of ya is perfect, in my eyes, and the eyes of the boy that keeps lookin' at ya." Your Dad finishes and you turn around and catch Norm looking at the two of you. He quickly turns away and your Dad tries to stiffle his laughter, but fails.

"That's Norm." You tell him and he looks back over your shoulder at him.

"He's tall, I'll give 'im that. Well, hun I've got to get some rest. I'm exhausted, and I'd bet money you are too." He says and you nod and yawn. The two of you exit the cafeteria and he walks you to your room. He drops you off at your door and heads off to his room. You showered and dressed and started to head to bed when a knock resounded on your door. You open it and find Norm and Jake outside your door.

"What's up?" You ask them and Jake sighs annoyed.

"Norm won't stop tossing and turning. I'm trying to get sleep, but he can't sleep." Jake says and you look at him to continue, but he doesn't.

"Well what do you want me to do about it? I can't wave a wand and make him sleep." You say and Jake makes a face at you.

"Can he stay in here for the night? He seems antsy and I figured with you two having something going on he'd sleep better near you." Jake says and you think it over.

"Alright. Hope you're cool with sharing a bed." You say as you allow Norm into your room. "Goodnight Jake. Try and get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning." You say and he wheels off. You go over to your cot and lay down next to the wall and Norm stands in the center of your room awkwardly. "You gonna lay down or am I gonna have to wrestle you to lay down?" You ask him and he finally moves. He seems nervous as he lies down. He tries not to touch you by staying on one side of your cot completely away from you. You sigh then grab his arm and drop it across your stomach and guide his head to lay on your chest. "Sleep Norm." You whisper and start to drift off as he starts to as well.

When you wake up the next morning your head is resting on his chest and your right arm and leg were draped over him. His left hand is resting on your knee drawing patterns on it in his sleep. You smile softly and snuggle into his chest but groan when you realize you'll have to get up soon anyways. He twitches and yawns as his eyes open. His arms close around you and pull you into his chest more.

"Norm I'll need to get up soon." You tell him and he makes a noise of disapproval. "Norm I'm serious. We need to get up soon." You tell him and he dramatically rolls out of bed groaning the entire way.

"It breaks my heart that we must get up." Norm says dramatically and you chuckle as you get up.

"Well maybe we can do this again some time..." You say with a smirk and he smiles bashfully while he looks down. He leans down preparing to kiss you, but you cringe and hide away from his attempt.

"What's wrong?" He asks you and you chuckle.

"I have morning breath." You tell him and he joins your chuckling.

"I have morning breath too. I think a morning kiss would be fine, since we both have raunchy breath." He suggests and you look into his eyes and nod. He leans down and captures your lips with his and you both end up melting into it. You had never felt like this with anyone, and you were anxious to find out where this will go.

-Meanwhile-

"So why didn't you ask (Y/n) to do this for you? You two seem close and she seems to value you a great deal." Jake asks. Selfridge, who was heading to the 3-D map, swerved the other way when he heard Jake ask that. Greene, who had been operating the map, visibly cringed and left the command center entirely.

"(Y/n) cares about the natives. To her, this is their home, and we have no right to take what they won't allow us to take." Quaritch says and he sits down to face Jake. "Plus I've strained our relationship in the past with my actions. For the first time in years... Probably her entire life, now that I think about it, she's happy. Ecstatic even, and I refuse to jeopardize this opportunity for her with this company's ambitions. Now, don't bring her up during one of these talks again." Quaritch says and Jake nods.

"Yes, sir. Didn't mean to cross a line." Jake says and Quaritch huffs and looks back at the map. Jake takes this time to ponder what his superior just told him. Your opinion was dripping with logic. This is their home. Their planet. What right do humans have with seizing the home of the Omatikaya, just to get some fuckin' rocks? This was something he would need to think about as he continued. Not because he hadn't thought of it previously, he just let his morals slide, and for what? His legs? He shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts, not knowing that his superior was having the same moral dilemma. Quaritch might work for the RDA, but he's a simple Kansas man at heart and his morals had been driven into his skull since birth. He clenched his hand to take his mind off of it. He had a job, and he couldn't let his morals get in the way of that.

Taglist: @belos-simp69, @vivangothic, @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed ,@dyingofcookies, @levilovely1 (I tried to tag you and it couldn't find you😭)

#avatar #norm spellman x reader #norm spellman

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Make a Scene

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

The party goes into overdrive, some violence, drunkenness.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍫🍫🍫

You return to the party, skirting Steve as you search for your date. You find Bucky on the couch with Birdy still, she’s giggling at the edge of tears between sloppy slurps of wine. You’re happy to see her having a better time but you can’t help but feel uneasy. This isn’t just fun, your husband always has a reason.

Steve lingers by the windows and smirks in your direction as you keep to the other side of the room with Candy. Sam latches onto her before you can pass and he pulls her to stand between his knees as he sits one of the tall stools. She gives a tight-lipped look like ‘keep going’. Sam’s hands are already on her ass.

You keep moving to deter your personal party pooper. Muffin is by the speaker with Princess, holding her hands as she tries to convince her to dance to the 90s pop barely heard above the noisy din. You should join them, let loose but you can’t. Bucky’s not distracted, he’s laying a trap.

Muffin smiles and waves you closer. You stand beside the table where the speaker drones but assure her your feet are too sore for all that. She gives a dramatic look to your heels and pained expression. She gestures with her hands but you don’t know her meaning.

“She says you should take them off,” Darling calls over from beside Loki and he pinches her side, hissing in her ear as she retreats back into herself.

“And– and—” Birdy’s voice gets louder in her drunken rambling, overriding those conversations around her, “and I try so hard,” her words are clumsy around her tongue, “I do everything and he–”

Thor clears his throat and his forehead wrinkles as he resets his focus on whatever he was chatting about with Tony, his long finger outlining his thoughts in the air before him. Muffin giggles as Princess stumbles and Loki leans into Darling, his words shielded by the layers of sound all around.

“It’s Coco!” Your name draws you back to the woman in red, her hand on your husband’s bicep, “he just can’t stand I’m not her.”

Steve’s eyes widen as you catch his gaze again. You know he’s been watching you, he has all night. He steps forward as Birdy’s slurring diatribe smothers out all other voices.

“He calls me her when we fuck, you know? And this dress, this dress! She has the exact same one,” she laughs, a bitter, sad laugh, “don’t you, Coco Bean?”

She looks around aimlessly until she finds you. You fidget and your lips part in horror. Shut up, girl. Shut up.

Birdy pushes herself up with Bucky’s shoulder as he grins at her ass. Her dress has ridden up around her thighs, so high you can see a hint of her lacy panties. She doesn’t care as she drunkenly wobbles on her feet.

“You can never have her, Steve,” she talks with her hand in the air, “no, you know that, I know that, this whole room knows–”

Steve marches forward suddenly as Bucky snorts and stands calmly to stop him. Your husband forms a wall between the angry man and the drunken woman, placing his palm on his chest and talking quietly. He gets a shove in response and nearly staggers into Birdy.

You hurry forward but Muffin is quicker, squeaking as moves like a blur. She grabs onto Steve’s wrist as he goes for Bucky again and Birdy giggles cluelessly behind them. Chaos brews all around the couch as every set of eyes is rapt by the scene.

“Get out of the fucking way, Bucky, I’m gonna drag her–” Steve elbows away Muffin as he snarls and she cries out as you collide with her.

You catch her before she can topple but another body quickly brushes up behind you. Thor snatches Steve by the back of his collar and hauls him back. He flings him into a stool so he clatters to the floor with the piece of furniture.

“Hey, that’s expensive,” Tony calls out.

“Stark,” Thor warns as he stands over Steve, “you will never touch her again,” he snarls as his hand opens and closes, “you are fortunate I haven’t the mind to call Mjolnir.”

“Tell her to stay out of my way,” Steve huffs and pulls himself up by the trim of the bar.

Muffin wriggles away from you and scurries to grab Thor’s arm. He looks down at her and growls as she signals to him. His brow furrows. He glances back at Birdy as she stands in horror at the fight. You go to her as Bucky smirks tauntingly at Steve. That’s the trick.

“Oh joy, and I thought this night would be incredibly dull,” Loki remarks, barely fazed as he draws Darling back against him.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #sweet treats #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

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denfucker · 1 year

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alright im feeling goofy so heres an excerpt from a fic im working on, current working title lovely to just lay here with you (lyrics taken from ceilings by lizzy mcalpine).

this is the first time im posting my writing on here so please be kind. im a fragile teenager. that being said like 90% of this was written in a drunken haze so whatever

Dennis digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying desperately to feel tired.

After minutes, hours, years of tossing and turning, he gives up, clambering out of bed. As he walks out into the living room, he silently considers his options. There isn’t much to do right now, and he doesn’t want to change clothes just to go out and do nothing. He could watch TV, but nothing good is on at 3 in the morning.

He hesitantly glances at Mac’s bedroom door.

Just once, right? Just this one time. Just so he can sleep peacefully for one night.

He opens the door as quietly as he can, but Mac jerks awake anyway, blinking blearily at Dennis. Moonlight spills into the bedroom through a crack in the curtains.

“What the- dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Mac’s voice is rougher than usual, low and raspy and no, Dennis, don’t think about that. Instead of saying anything, Dennis shuffles closer, shutting the door behind him. Mac squints at him, his features barely visible in the darkness.

“Can I-” Dennis winces at the way his voice cracks, emotion bleeding through the seams. Pathetic. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Oh.” Mac seems less angry now, more worried. Dennis doesn’t want his concern. He just wants to sleep. “Yeah, of course. C’mere.” He lifts up the corner of his blanket, and Dennis pads over to the left side of the bed, slipping under the covers.

He feels awkward, stiff as hell. He might as well be lying in a coffin from how uncomfortable he feels. Mac must feel the same, because his breathing doesn’t even out, and if Dennis opens his eyes, he expects that he’d be staring back at Mac.

He forces himself to relax. He came here for a reason.

Hesitantly, he turns over on his side, back facing Mac, and mumbles something under his breath.

“What’d you say, Den?” Mac whispers. He shifts closer. Dennis hates how warm he is.

“I said,” Dennis repeats, louder, “spoon me.” His cheeks are burning. He feels- pathetic. Weak. Like a child, one who has to beg for love.

Mac doesn’t move for a second. Dennis worries that he might… leave? No, Mac would never do that. Would he?

“Forget I said anything,” Dennis rushes out. He feels the pit in his stomach growing by the second. “I was just-”

An arm wraps around his waist, pulling him closer. There’s the brush of a stubble rubbing against the back of Dennis’ neck, a pair of legs pressing against his. Mac breathes slowly, thumb brushing over Dennis’ stomach through his thin shirt.

“Go to sleep,” Mac whispers, breath ghosting across the back of his neck. He’s like a goddamn space heater, so unbearably warm Dennis wants to rip away from him and scream. He also wants to bury himself in this spot, stay forever, where nothing exists besides Mac and Dennis, tangled together under the blanket, tucked away in their own little world.

Dennis listens to Mac. He goes to sleep.

#is this ooc?#yeah a little. probably. yeah.#but i do not care #my writing #macdennis #macdennis fic #iasip #iasip fic #mac mcdonald #dennis reynolds

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causeimhappinesss · 2 years

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Annoying Wesker - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: can I request a short female reader who has a tendency to simply annoy Wesker? I feel like if I lived with him I would suddenly look him in the face and say "I could eat your ass right now, asshole" and run away, after 5 minutes I would come back to him showing him a video of a puppy on the phone and crying about how cute the dog was KKSJSND -> a/n : I love this request, it made me laugh! :)

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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Wesker is a serious man. So serious that he doesn't like when someone annoys him, even if he laughs at jokes. But in deciding to be in a relationship with you, he probably made a big mistake... For his ego.

To tell the truth, it was no surprise, even before dating him, you loved to tease him, always gently, but it could be about his sexual skills, his taste in clothes or even the size of his butt. What? That man has a juicy ass! You slap his butt all the time when no one is around and it makes him grunt.

When you got together, after a week, you gave him the challenge to make you cum in less than five minutes, without playing with your clit. Poor Wesker... You loved annoying him about it, but don't worry, he passed the challenge!

And as much as you like your size difference, you love playing with it.

"Albert! Can you grab those plates, please?" *Grab his ass as he grabs them*

After a while together, Albert has finally gotten used to your temper, so he doesn't mind. If anything, he rolls his eyes.

"Can't you stop acting like a child, Y/N?"

Until one day... you found out he had a son: Jake. Of course, they weren't close at all, never met, and Albert didn't know he'd gotten a girl pregnant in the early 90s. If he had known, he would have taken the kid to raise him in his own way.

"Are you serious? I just found out from your employees!"

"Calm down. It's not important, he's never been out of my life," he replied with his husky voice and sexy look. Way too sexy for this situation.

"I could eat your ass right now, asshole."

You were angry. Really pissed. And you ran away, not too far, just to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you. Meanwhile, you were on your cellphone and social medias... To find videos of cute dogs. That's what made you unlock the door and join Wesker in the living room.

"Are you crying? I thought you wanted to eat my ass?" He teased you back for once.

"Shut up! Look at that cute little dog!" You showed him your phone screen.

"Seriously?"

You slapped his arm and wiped away your tears, shaking your head.

"How could you fuck so many women and have so many girlfriends back then? You're so bad at making your partner feel better!" you complained, before dropping onto the couch like a drama queen, literally on top of him.

"Because my dick is the best you can find."

"Yeah... Lucky bastard," you muttered.

Albert started to stroke your hair, trying to make you feel better. You couldn't react like that for no reason, right? Maybe something happened in your body.

"Are you pregnant? Or are you on your period?"

"One more word and I'll punch you."

"I love you too, dwarf."

He got punched in the arm.

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#resident evil #resident evil imagine #resident evil one shot #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x oc #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker fanfic #resident evil headcanons #albert wesker headcanons

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daisy-milk · 9 months

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SKZ as JJK characters

ot8 (i will not take criticism on this list sorry. 😽🫰)(pic refs at the bottom… i tried my best)

Bang Chan > Nanami Kento

I think the personality fits him as well as his build. Idk I know Chan might not be as serious as Nanami but like HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ANGRY?? Personality wise its a stretch but god put him in the Nanami fit and trust.

Lee Know > Suguru Geto

Minho with long hair??? Literally him. Their voices even sound the same, Minho really just gives Geto vibes, both as Geto and as Kenjaku. Out of all of skz, he gives the most “villain” energy, but not like big, bad, evil villain, but like the dude is pretty devious.

Changbin > Toji

…yeah. I debated giving Toji to Chan, but like Changbin is huge daddy energy and I don’t think Chan fits the feral-ness like Binnie does. Also bro already dresses like Toji 90% of the time anyways. Give him a scar and we win.

Hyunjin > Gojo

Personality wise, no, but like there is absolutely no one who can match Gojo’s pretty boy level like Hyunjin. Like if I imagined Gojo in real life, it would definetly be a face like Hyunjin. (Plus his height…….)

Han > Inumaki

Hear me out. Inumaki and Han might seem like a stretch but you KNOW Inumaki be spewing the most foul and unhinged shit behind his tuna mayos and mentaikos. I stg if we let Inumaki speak, he would say the most unhinged shit the government would have to put him on a watchlist for. ALSO him and Han are the most babygirl babygirls of all fucking time. I doubted myself about this but like tell me I’m wrong????!!!!!

LOOOOOK

Felix > Itadori/Sukuna

Okay so originally I had Felix and Han switched for Inumaki and Itadori but this just makes so much sense if you think about it. Felix and Yuji (in season 1) are like the sweetest boys in the world, like I’m so convinced if you threw Felix in JJK in Yuji’s spot, he would do the exact same thing, they literally care so much for everyone around them, but Sukuna? I’d say deep voice Felix is like the Sukuna equivalent when it comes out of him.

i know it’s a stretch but like think about it…

Seungmin > Megumi

This was an easy one. They even look the same if you give Seungmin spikey hair. Everything down to their personality and the way they talk is nearly the same. Plus they’re both puppy boys. I literally will not hear any arguments against this. Also Toji/Changbin dad? Yeah.

I.N > Yuta

Another pretty easy one. Two pretty boys with sweet faces but like low-key jacked? Also the switch from JJK 0 Yuta to year 3 manga Yuji is soooo Jeongin coded. Jeongin could literally do both, JJK 0 Yuta is the usual Maknae cute boy I.N and manga Yuta? Have you seen Jeongin’s stage????? (Let me be his Rika please please please I’ll get hit by a car just to be attached to him. For legal reasons I’m joking.)

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purifycantyouhelpme · 1 year

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My Sweet Valentine | Duff Mckagan x Reader Fanfic

A03 link <3

Summary: Duff wants to ask you to be your Valentine but he's too nervous to ask you. This takes place in the early 90s.

Word count: 1585

At Slash's house, Duff's P.O.V.

It was a sunny day. Me and Slash were standing at the porch, at his house talking about random stuff. Slash was drinking beer that he got from the cooler on the porch. I didn't want any beer because I wasn't in the mood to drink beer and probably get drunk so I drank some soda instead. Fanta Orange to be exact.

I heard the front door open. I looked behind to see who it was. It was Slash's girlfriend. She looked pretty tired from doing the household chores but she still had a smile on her face. She walked towards Slash. "Slash!" Slash's girlfriend hugged him and kissed him on the lips. She was really happy to see him for some reason. "What are you going buy me for Valentine's day?" She asked her boyfriend. All Slash did was stare at her. "I can't tell you yet. It's a surprise." He said nervously. He didn't want to spolied the surprise. "Aww! I really want to know." She said, sadly.

"Anyways, can you fix your guitar? It's not working." She yawned. "I'll fix it later, honey. I'm talking to Duff right now." Slash took a sip from the beer bottle. "It's okay. I'll wait." She went inside in the house and shut the door.

Slash looked at me and started to laugh at me. "Looks like you're the only one--" I know why he's going to laugh at me. "I know Slash." I was getting angry at him. "Everyone has a Valentine but me." I said to him in an angry tone. What an ass. "You know, you don't need to have a Valentine. You can just be single and hang out with your friends." Slash said. He's right but what's the fun in that? I threw my empty can on the grass. I wasn't angry anymore. "Anyways, what's with you and (Y/N)?" Slash said. I was shocked when he said (Y/N). I haven't heard from her in a long time. I kinda forgot about her. "(Y/N)?" I said to Slash. "We haven't talked to each other a long time. She's always busy." I said sadly, looking down at the floor. I realized that I missed (Y/N). I miss hanging out with her and talking to her. Slash put his hand on my shoulder. "Maybe you should ask her to be your valentine if you want." Slash suggested. I looked up at him. That's a great idea, Slash. "Yeah, yeah. I should ask her." I said. There was a slight smile on my face. Slash toss his beer bottle to the side and got another one from the cooler. "But do you know where she's at? I mean, you said that you guys haven't talk in a while." Slash asked me. Slash started to open his beer bottle and drink it. She's probably at that coffee shop that she always go to. I don't know if she's there or not. Well, I got to go there to find out.

At the coffee shop, Duff's P.O.V:

I look through the window in the coffee and I saw her. There she is, (Y/N). She's in the coffee shop. She looks so cute just talking to her friend while drinking her coffee and eating a breakfast sandwich. What am I doing? I shouldn't be staring at her from afar. I should go up and talk to her. I walked in the coffee shop. Alot of people were sitting at the tables, either eating or waiting for their order, and the line was pretty long. I look around and I saw (Y/N). "Hey (Y/N)." I waved at her. I said loudly so she can hear me. "Hey Duff. How are you doing?" She asked me. I was walking to her table. I was standing next to her. "I'm doing great." I said. I chuckled. "Hey Rachel." I waved at Rachel, (Y/N's) friend. She just smiled at me and continued to drink her coffee.

"(Y/N), I was wondering if you--" Man, it's so hard to talk to someone you like. (Y/N) was staring at me. My hands were in my pockets. "If you and me could hang out today somewhere?" I said as I was twiddling my fingers, looking at her. I was so nervous, especially in front of all these people. "Yeah, I would love to hang out with you." She said. I didn't expect her to say yes. "Just let me finish my food." She said.

"O-Okay." I said, looking down at the floor. I walked towards the door. I leaned my body against the wall, hand on my chest. I asked her out. I asked her out on a date! I really wasn't expecting this to happen.

Outside, night time, Duff's P.O.V

We were outside, laying on the grass, looking at the stars. The stars are pretty to look at. The cold wind blowing on us is making it better.

"This was the best day ever." She said. I look at her a little bit. "Yeah, it was." I said with a smile. I did had a lot of fun. Bugs were crawling over me but I didn't care. "I had so much fun today." She said. I'm happy that she enjoyed her day as well. I got off from my back, I was sitting up. "(Y/N)..." I stared at her. She turned her head a little at me. "Will..." I'm having trouble telling her. Just tell her, it's not that hard. "Will you be my valentine?" I asked her. She's going to say no, isn't she? "Yes, I will be your valentine, Duff." She said to me. She said yes. Woohoo! We were both staring at each other. Her eyes are so pretty. I could stare at them all day. She got up from the ground. "I will see you tomorrow, Duff. I hope." She started to walk to the bus stop so that she could go home. "Wait!" I yelled as I got up from the ground. She stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around to look at me. "How about I'll give you a ride home?" I asked her. I'm just trying to be nice. "S-Sure. My feet do hurt from walking alot." She said. I walked towards her, I was standing next to her. "Do you want me to carry you?" I asked her as I lean in towards a little and give her a seductive look. She didn't like what was I doing, she look pretty angry. "D-Duff, stop it." She pushed me lightly and crossed her arms. I couldn't help but to laugh. "I'm just playing with you." I told her as I put my hand on her shoulder.

February 14th (Y/N's) P.O.V

It was Valentine's day, it was nice, relaxing, bright sun shining, day. Me, Slash, Slash's girlfriend and Duff were at the coffee shop again. The coffee shop was less crowded this time. We were all sitting at a family dinner table. Slash and his girlfriend were sitting together on one side and me and Duff were sitting next to each other. We all already order, we're just waiting for our food to get here. "Wow, Duff. I'm shocked that you got a Valentine." Slash laughed at Duff.

"Shut up, Slash." He told Slash in an angry tone. I know that they were both joking. They're such goofballs. I tapped on his shoulder so I can get his attention. He titled his head towards me. I looked at him. "Duff, I want to talk to you in private." I told him.

"We'll be back." Duff told them. We started to walk out of the coffee shop. "Duff, did you get me anything for Valentine's Day?" I asked him. I was curious. He had his hands in pockets again. "No, I didn't give you anything for Valentine's day. I'm sorry." He said. He didn't have to apologize, it's fine really. I didn't want anything for Valentine's Day other than hanging out with him. I miss hanging out with him, just like the good ol days. "Well..." I put my hands behind my back and moved a bit. "I got you something for Valentine's day." I said with a smile. leaned forward with my hands still behind my back. "Gee, what is it?" He asked me. He sounded pretty excited, he was tapping his foot on the pavement a little. I walked up to him and put my hands on him so I could get a grip on him. I was really close to him. God, he's so tall. I slowly rised my head and body up and I kissed him on the lips. I went back down on my feet. "I got you a kiss." I smiled, giggled and I put my hand over my mouth. I can't believe I kissed Duff, my longtime friend. Duff just stood there, flustered and speechless. "T-T-Thanks..." He said softly. He smiled a little.

#duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan #guns n roses x reader #gunsnroses #slash gnr #slash #slash fic #guns n roses fanfic #a03 fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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wastoidwill · 1 year

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The Will Voice™; A MasterDoc.

*To skip straight to content, scroll to the subheading titled 'Background'. If you don't care for the background (what the voice is & means), skip to 'Season 1'.*

If you don't know me, hi. I'm Belle, and I'm (considerably) most well-known for 4 things on Tumblr and Twitter.

(1) My writing, which consists of smaus and fics on AO3.

(2) My analyses, specifically my one over Mike's S4 body language.

(3) My consistent talk of byler/reddie parallels and what I like to call "reddie remix".

(4) My in-depth knowledge of the Will Voice™.

That fourth one is what this is going to be about (and, as this is a masterdoc, it is going to be long).

I've spent a considerable amount of time looking at and listening to the scenes that contain the Will Voice™, by which I mean when I made my first video of it I had to sit through five hours worth of byler scenes, so it's safe to say that I know it pretty well (so well, in fact, that during my initial watch of volume 2 I picked up on the Will Voice™ immediately in the cabin scene (something I'll get into a little later)).

Before I give a full listing of each scene that the voice is used, I'd like to give a bit of background to the voice and how I as an audience member perceive the voice and what I take away from it.

Background.

The Will Voice™ isn't the only Byler voice out there. There is also the Will Voice™ Lite, the Borderline Will Voice™, and the Mike Voice™ (to which the previous versions of apply as well, however I will (potentially) be making a separate masterdoc over it).

What's the difference? How can I tell? What do they each mean?

Obviously there's lots of questions to be asked about the voice, but there's two main ones that can really answer them all, and they're as follows:

What's the difference between each of the versions of the Will Voice™? As I said before, you have the original Will Voice™, the Will Voice™ Lite, and the Borderline Will Voice™. The difference between each of these is simple. The original is the one that is completely the Will Voice™. Strictly and completely and utterly and entirely and only the Will Voice™. Nothing more, nothing less. It's the softest that Mike's voice ever is, and despite the changes he goes through (puberty), it's still that way. Even if it is a little deeper or he can't get it quite as low (quiet), it's still there. The Will Voice™ Lite would be when they're fighting or Mike is talking to Will from a distance but he's still using the Will Voice™. He might be upset and/or he's angry, so he's going to want to yell and raise his voice, but he manages to still keep it very calm and low and quiet despite those feelings that he's having. The best example of this would be during their Rink-O-Mania fight in season 4 right after Will says "And us?" and Mike turns around and asks "What?". That "What?" is the Will Voice™ Lite. As for the Borderline Will Voice™, this would be the hardest to pick out of the three, but if you know the other two then you'll know this one as well. It's when he's not talking about anything too serious or they're not having a serious conversation, there's not too many/high emotions from either of them, but his voice is still in that soft and calm nature. For this, the best example would be in the van scene in season 4 after Will asks how far Nina is from Vegas and Mike says "About another 90 miles. Why?". It's soft and sweet and calm, but it's not the full on Will Voice™ (and that's because of what the Will Voice™ means/was created for/is used for and the reasoning behind it).

But what is the Will Voice™? What does it mean? *skip to end of question for a TLDR* This questions is more of on of an opinion. We're (all of you (fans & viewers) as well as myself) are not the writers nor the creators of the show. We don't know know what it means nor if it's there on purpose (though considering just how much of it there is and that I'm able to create a masterdoc over it, I wouldn't say it's out of the realm of possibilities). So what's my philosophy? The Will Voice™ is a voice that Mike uses only when talking to Will. He only uses it with Will talking to Will about Will (& sometimes himself). Him only using it when talking to Will about Will is probably the most important part when looking at the Will Voice™. Mike generally uses the Will Voice™ when he's concerned for Will. This means that if it seems like Will's not okay and he asks him, he uses the voice (see season 1 episode 8, 'The Upside Down', in which at the hospital when the boys are all in to see Will and Will goes into a coughing fit, Mike pulls out the Will Voice™ and asks the simple words of "You okay?"). He also uses this voice to fill Will with courage and to give him a sense of encouragement and reassurance, but you'll often find that ties into him having some form of worry over Will. But the voice isn't just for Will. It's for himself, too. It is just as important for himself as it is for Will. For Mike, there's also a sense of comfort that it brings him. However, even when he's using it for himself, he's still using it for Will (there's only one time this isn't true, but it is so important and makes everything make that much more sense). It's important to know, too, that the voices (the Will Voice™ & the Mike Voice™) were likely created as coping mechanisms for the both of them– something that Mike started and that Will picked up on, leading them to both have their voices that they only do for one another. So to answer this question in short, the Will Voice™ is a coping mechanism created by Mike for himself and Will that provides them comfort, encouragement, and reassurance.

Now that we've covered the background, I'd like to give a full listing of each versions of the Will Voice™ by season.

*Bold = Original, Italicized = Lite, Both = Borderline*

Season 1

s1 e8 - The Original Will Voice™, At the hospital.

*Will goes into a coughing fit.* *Mike reaches arm out to tap Will on the shoulder and then asks him a question.* "You okay?" "It got me. The demogorgon."

Season 2

s2 e1 - The Original Will Voice™ & the Will Voice™ Lite, Palace Arcade.

*Will is in a now-memory/shadow walking/having an episode.* *Mike comes outside to check on Will, startling him.* "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I just...I needed some air." "Come on. You're up on Dig Dug. Let's take that top score back, huh?"

s2 e2 - The Original Will Voice™ & the Will Voice™ Lite, Trick-or-Treating.

*Will is in a now-memory/shadow walking/having an episode.* *Mike finds Will and grabs his shoulders, pulling him out.* "Will, are you okay? I couldn't find you. Are– are you hurt?" *Max, Lucas, and Dustin come down.* "Is he okay?" "I– I don't know. I'm gonna get you home, okay? I'm gonna get you home."

s2 e2 - The Original Will Voice™ & the Will Voice™ Lite, In Mike's basement.

"Caught between two slides?"

"Hey, well, if we're both going crazy, we'll go crazy together, right?" "Yeah. Crazy together."

s2 e3 - Borderline Will Voice™, In the school hallway.

"What?" "It's about D'artagnan."

s2 e4 - Borderline Will Voice™, The field.

"Will...I don't know, I just found him like this!"

s2 e6 - The Original Will Voice™, Will's bedroom.

"Maybe that's good." "Good?" "Just think about it, Will. You're like a spy now– a super spy– spying on the shadow monster. If you know what he's seeing and feeling, maybe that's how we can stop him. Maybe all of this is happening for a reason." "You really think so?" "Yeah! Yeah, I really do."

s2 e6 - The Borderline Will Voice™, Will's Room

"Will. What's wrong?"

2 e6 - The Original Will Voice™, The hospital

"What's wrong? Are you hurting again?" ... "In your now-memories?"

s2 e8 - The Original Will Voice™ & the Will Voice™ Lite, "Interrogations"

"Do you remember the day we met? It was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends. I just felt so alone and so scared. But then I saw you on the swings, and you were alone too. You were swinging by yourself, and I just went up to you and I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes. It was the best thing I've ever done."

Season 3

s3 e1 - The Original Will Voice™, The movies

"Hey. Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Are you sure?" "Of course."

s3 e3 - The Original Will Voice™ & The Will Voice™ Lite, Mike's basement & Mike's garage (the rain fight)

"Will, come on. I was just messing around. Let's finish for real. How much longer is the campaign?" "Just forget it, Mike!" "No, we want to keep playing, right?" "Y-y-yeah! Totally!" "We'll just call the girls afterwards." "I said forget it, Mike, okay? I'm going home." "But– come on, Will." "Move!" "Will, come on! You can't leave, it's raining. Listen, I said I was sorry, alright? It's a cool campaign, it's really cool.We're just...not in the mood right now." "Yeah, Mike! That's the problem. You guys are never in the mood anymore. You're ruining our party." "That's not true!" "Really? Where's Dustin right now? See? You don't know, and you don't even care, and obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him. You're destroying everything, and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?" "El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls! I'm not trying to be a jerk. Okay? But we're not kids anymore. I mean what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were gonna just sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?""Will, I was just messing around. Let's finish for real. How much longer is the campaign?" "Yeah. I guess I did. I really did." "Will...Will! Will, come on!"

s3 e4 - The Borderline Will Voice™, Mike's Basement (one of the few exceptions to the rules)

"They're conspiring against me."

s3 e8 - The Original Will Voice™, Will's kitchen

"Yeah, but, what if you want to join another party?"

Season 4

s4 e2 - The Will Voice™ Lite, Rink-O-Mania

"Well what about us?" "What?" "You're mad that I didn't talk to you? Seems like you've made it super clear that you're not interested in anything I have to say." "That's just not true." "You've called maybe a couple times. It's been a year, Mike. Meanwhile, El has like a book of letters from you." "That's because she's my girlfriend, Will." "And us?" "We're friends! We're friends." "Well we used to be best friends!" "Well then maybe you should've reached out more. I– I don't know, but why is this on me? Why– why am I the bad guy?"

s4 e4 - The Original Will Voice™, Will's bedroom

"I have no idea what's gonna happen next, but whatever it is, I think we should work together. I think it'll be easier if we're a team...friends...best friends."

s4 e8 - The Original Will Voice™ & The Borderline Will Voice™, The van

"As long as Suzie's coordinates are right, about another 90 miles. Why?" ... "This is amazing. Did you paint this?" ... "...and she always will." "Yeah?" "Yeah."

s4 e9 - The Original Will Voice™, The cabin

"And we will. We will."

Now that we've gone over every scene that it's used, let's go over how what this means for some of those scenes.

The Analysis, Pt. 1

For this section, I will be talking specifically about seasons 3 & 4, because seasons 1 & 2 are straight to the point and self-explanatory with its use, whereas 3 & 4 get a little more off the beaten path at certain points. In the rain fight, you have Will getting upset with Mike (and Lucas) for their sarcasm during the campaign, clearly not having any real interest at the moment, causing Will to be upset (and understandably so). Will turns off the music, takes off his costume, beginning to gather his things to go home, but Mike doesn't want him to. Sure, you could just say that it's him feeling bad. After all, this is his best friend. Who wouldn't feel bad if they made their best friend upset? The thing is, though, that he makes the decision, whether consciously or not, to use the Will Voice™, and oh my god does it piss me off. Not because he shouldn't use it. He, by all means, should use it, and in fact I would have liked him to use it more in seasons 3 & 4, but that's the exact reason why it makes it so glaringly obvious in the fight that the reason he's using it is because he's being genuine in his apology. The only time Mike doesn't use it during this fight is when El is brought up. All of this is to say that during this fight Mike wanted Will to stay, that he wanted to fix things, that he didn't want Will to leave (further proved by him following Will out of his house and to his garage, pausing his leaving for a minute before he did leave, only to follow him to his house and pound on his door before going out into the woods where he does, in fact, find Will, but really, who's keeping track?)

When it comes to season 4, a very similar but also different thing happens in the Rink-O-Mania fight. First, Mike doesn't start off using the voice, which is our first contrast from the rain fight. This is because he's talking about El, not Will. Then that switches IMMEDIATELY when Will says "Well what about us?" I mean, the next words out of Mike's mouth are in the Will Voice™ Lite. That's not the last of it, either. If you'll notice, too, he only switches back to his normal voice again when El is mentioned, and uses his normal voice when talking about her, thus furthering that the voice is meant for Will. This is important here, though, because it shows that Mike is meaning what he's saying when he refutes Will's claim about him not caring what he has to say. It's important when talking about Mike saying "Well then maybe you should've reached out more" because, when taking into account Dustin saying Mike was always complaining about how he could never get through to the Byers household because of Joyce's telemarketer job (and he uses Cerebro to talk to El because the government can listen in on their phone calls), he did reach out, insinuating that Will is the one who didn't, or at least didn't as much (something that is all but confirmed for us in the Van Scene). It's important because it tells us, the viewers, that Mike cares more than Will knows, he's just not voicing it correctly.

Lastly, I'd like to talk about his use of it in the Van Scene itself. Now, these scene is, first and foremost, about Will, his feelings for Mike, and him being gay. Apart from his feelings for Mike, it has strikingly little to do with Mike. However, we do see into Mike's mind a bit with this scene at a few different points, so let's break it down.

The Van Scene, Pt. 1

MIKE'S FIRST LINE IN SEASON 4, VOLUME 2, IS IN THE WILL VOICE™, FULLY AND COMPLETELY, HIS MATURED VERSION OF THE ORIGINAL (only it wasn't the original, it was borderline), AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH AND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS.

Like, okay, look, I'm not one to hang on to insignificant scenes within TV shows, because it doesn't really do anything for me most of the time. However, this line is just so..."As long as Suzie's coordinates are right, about another 90 miles. Why?" I mean, what was the need or the reason behind him saying it like that? There was nothing going on, the conversation was completely apart from any serious topic at all, (but still having to do with the both of them), and yet he said it like that? Oh, I am at the writer's mercy with this one (which says a lot, considering the end of the Van Scene, something much more dear to me). Really, it just goes to show how much Mike cares for Will, and how much he's worrying over him (even if he doesn't necessarily realize it).

Not too long after this, though, Will gives him the painting. Mike's face lights up at the sight. I mean, he canonically has a binder full of Will's art, and has kept up at least some of his artwork hung up throughout every single season. That is something. So now, after several months of no artwork and little contact with Will, he has what's probably the best painting that he's ever scene (I mean, it's not like he's taking trips to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa). His words, though..."This is amazing! Did you paint this?" I mean, really Mike? The Original Will Voice™? Why must you do this to me? You're pulling at my heartstrings, friend. Like, the sheer desperation in his voice and need for it to have come from Will, and then his face after Will says El commissioned it, how he's not even smiling anymore...I mean, just look at this kid, because these four snapshots say all that they need to:

^ Before Will said that El commissioned it.

^ After Will said that El commissioned it.

MOVING ON!

The Van Scene, Pt. 2

I need for everyone to take a minute before reading this next part because it may become very incomprehensible because I kind of lose it over this next part. Okay, are we good? Good. Let's get into it.

Here's what I wrote about this 8 days after Vol.2 came out:

"The painting scene in and of itself is very Will centric. This is clear through, first and foremost, the painting (obviously). However, as confirmed in interviews, his monologue about El also shows this because he was, in fact, talking about himself. What does this have to do with Mike? At the end of Will's monologue, Mike uses his Will Voice™ when he asks Will "Yeah?" (referring to El always needing him (the yeah was yeahing by the way)). But here's the thing. If you've read through my other thread, you'll know I mentioned something very specific about this voice: Mike only uses his Will Voice™ when talking to Will, about Will. Notice I said "to" and "about". By simply watching the video with the majority of the Will Voice™ scenes, it's clear that's true. So why is that important here? Taking into account Will is talking about himself (El being his cover), and Mike only uses his Will Voice™ when talking to Will about Will, does that not prove that Mike knows that, at some point at the very least (even if subconsciously**), Will was talking about himself? Additionally, Mike generally uses this to reassure Will, but from the s3 fight we're able to find that, while true, he also uses it for himself. I'll explain it this way: Mike created the Will Voice™ as a coping mechanism for both of him and Will. (An interesting/fun addition: It's been well established at this point that Mike does, in fact, have a Will Voice™. but what if I told you that Will has a Mike Voice™, too? Now it's not used very much and, to that extent has less footage, but it's still there (back to the thread)). Mike's use of his Will Voice™ in the van in the painting scene shows us that he's looking for reassurance from Will over what exactly his monologue was about. (**Does he know this? Probably not. They were all high on emotions (Argyle literally high), so it's unlikely he realizes it.) That being said, I don't think Will *knows* there's a Will Voice™ that Mike does for him. If he did, things would be very different between them (imo). All of this goes without saying this is my personal opinion and you are free to disagree (just know you're wrong (joking)).

— transcribed from my Twitter, reidsbuckley, and to be found here: The Yeah Was Yeahing.

Note that I partially disagree with my statement about Will not knowing about the WIll Voice™, which I will explain further down, but it is what I believed at the time.

So basically, the yeah was yeahing.

I know that I have said this before, and I know that I haven't explained it out super well, but I'll tell you this: upon my realization that Mike does this, I had a three hour breakdown. Needless to say, it's pretty important.

At the very end of the Van Scene, after Will says "El needs you, Mike, and she always will," Mike says the line "Yeah?" in the Original Will Voice™, changing the trajectory of my life. I mean, he could have said it in any way that he wanted to, but he chose to use the Will Voice™, a voice that I know based on the Mike Voice™ that Will has picked up on, a voice in which Will responds with a "Yeah" in to Mike's "Yeah?"– do you see why this causes me so much distress? I mean, okay, yeah, say the word "yeah", I'm all for it, but was the Will Voice™ necessary? Well, I have an answer. The Duffers said that Mike has some sort of understanding of what Will was saying, but that he wasn't all there yet, meaning that the use of the Will Voice™ proves that Mike sometimes uses the voice subconsciously and without even thinking about it because it just comes natural to him, meaning that his subconscious picked up on what Will was saying but he still doesn't consciously understand yet.

Thus, the yeah was yeahing.

Not to mention his face when he says it??????

^ Bonus points for his face after Will says "Yeah" in his Mike Voice™ in response.

So! That about wraps up the Will Voice™ Masterdoc. If you made it this far, props to you for reading. I'm really proud of this (and the six months that it took me (lack of motivation really alters the time you spend on things)), and if you are looking for more information/where this all stems from you can check out the links below that will direct you to my Twitter account. Much love. <3

Twitter: @/reidsbuckley All info about the Will Voice™ (& the Mike Voice™) can be found here: The Will & Mike Voice™ Thread

#byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler analysis #the will voice™#the mike voice™#I deeply apologize for how this was a slowburn scholarly article to unhinged rant masterdoc but what are you gonna do?

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