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reidsnose · 4 years

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Black Eye

overview: reader and spencer go to reader's highschool reunion as a fake couple

genre: fluff i think

warnings: mild violence and swearing, a guy being kind of a total creep, and mentions of bullying

a/n: idk if its any good again just love the idea but it was inspired by a dream i had last night (thank you temporal lobe) so yeah let me know what yall think !! :) also im posting this at like ass oclock in the morning so whoops

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you and spencer had gotten yourselves in quite the situation.

your dreaded highschool reunion was just around the corner and you made the mistake of complaining about it to penelope. she was always trying to make everyones life easier (and more interesting) so when she heard you had no date she took it upon herself to find you one.

it didn't take a lot of looking, none at all actually; because Penelope had already been trying to figure out ways to get you and Reid together.

you two were undeniably perfect for each other. you were an amazing team at work, you hung out alone all the time (though both of you denied these hang out as being dates, Garcia had her own ideas on this), and you were both very obliviously head over heels for each other.

and somehow, through the magical ways of Penelope Garcia, you and Spencer were now sitting in the parking lot, fake married for your high school reunion.

"do we need to go over our back story again?" you worried, looking up at him.

"our backstory is basically all true anyway we just fall in love after a little bit. and i have an eidetic memory so i remember; you're my wife you should know this!" he joked, trying to relax you. "we got this! we're gonna be so married!"

Spencer had actually never been this nervous in his life but he was trying to be brave for you. it would be more embarrassing for you both to show up like nervous wrecks than if you had just come alone. he was just happy to get to be fake married to you.

"the marriedest!" smiled, fist bumping him.

"now lets go make some people jealous!" he chuckled getting out of the car and jogging over to your side, opening your door before you got the chance to; like a true gentleman.

you stuck out your hand which he happily took into his, neither of you commenting on the redness you both had sprinkled across your cheeks. as you walked in, you saw all the people you dreaded seeing.

the boys who tormented you were balding and the girls who made sure you felt awful everyday had wrinkles riddling there skin. you were surrounded by botched botox and bleached blonde to cover graying hair. you felt terrible to admit it, but you were a little happy to see that their beauty had faded like this; they made their looks their whole personality in high school, you couldn't help but wonder what was left for them to be. not that it mattered, but you and Spencer were undeniably the most attractive couple there.

you actually had an ok time, you had spotted a few of your friends that you hadn't seen in quite a few years and it was nice to catch up.

Spencer had wondered a bit, but not too far, he was talking to some guys who used to be in science club when you were younger. you smiled at the thought of what they might be talking about.

"y/n! hey youve really filled out!" you heard a gruff voice from behind you.

you turned around and were met with the very unappealing face of the ex quarterback. Spencers attention had been caught at the sound of your name.

"um..hello," you muttered, trying to covertly back away from him.

"i see youve got a ring, interesting i dont remember us getting married!" he said in an incredibly creepy tone.

"do you know im a federal agent now?" you said through a gritted smile.

spencer had already begun walking towards you, he could tell something was off.

"ill tell you what sweetheart," he put his hand on your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer to him, "you can put me in handcuffs any day."

you threw his hand off of you and drew back your fist, but were cut off before you could deliver the punch but his hand engulfing your own, and squeezing.

"THATS MY WIFE!" spencer yelled in a voice you had never heard from him before.in the blink of an eye he was standing between in front of him. "do not ever talk to her like that, let alone lay a finger on her or so help me God i will-"

"what beanpole? what are you gonna do? what if i did this?" the man asked.

and then he sent a swift punch to Spencer's face.

thats gonna leave a mark.

in a matter of seconds, Spencer had him overpowered, laying face first on the floor with his hands uncomfortably angled behind him, completely helpless.

"now i'm going to let you go and you're going to walk out of here unharmed. if you try anything like that again, ill let my wife handle you. and i promise if she gets a hold of you, you'll be a dead son of a bitch." Spencer muttered in the mans ear, gruffly pulling him up by his collar and shoving him towards the door.

"were leaving." you said, grabbing Spencer's hand, trying to ignore how incredibly attractive he looked right now.

"babe if you want to stay we can stay," he offered as if he didn't just have his shit kicked in by a coward with misogynistic tendencies.

"honey, i want to take you home," you smiled, liking the way it felt to call him a pet name. you walked into the parking lot, "what were you thinking?"

"i was thinking this guy is trying to hurt you and i was not going to ever let that happen." he answered confidently as you two reached the car. "plus this totally made the marriage thing more believable. i wouldn't get a black eye for just anyone."

"thank you. i'm sorry you got punched trying to protect me." you sighed, feeling incredibly awful about the whole thing.

he chuckled, "id do it again."

you fought hard against the blush creeping up your face.

"i gotta say, the black eye really suits you. you look pretty badass." you chuckled, trying to change the subject before it got too sappy and you said something you shouldn't.

"maybe it should just be my new look," he joked, looking down at a ping from his phone. "uh oh."

"we have a case?" you asked.

"yep. and hotch wants us in the office asap which means we cont stop by either of our houses." he sighed before starting the car.

the drive was mostly silent. but a comfortable silence. Spencer thought about how in the moment, he didn't care how many punches the guy threw at him, as long as it meant you were ok, he was willing to take it. he knew he loved you far before that moment but that truly solidified it.

at the same time you were thinking of how quickly your time as a 'married couple' was over. it felt so right to call Spencer yours. so unexplainably perfect for the two of you to be together. if only your time wasn't cut short by a sucker punch.

you neared the building's parking lot. you looked over at Spencer who you could very easily tell was lost in his own world.

"whats going on in that beautiful head of yours?" you asked, causing him to stifle a smile.

"just thinking." he answered.

"what about?"

"us." he stated, pulling into his parking spot.

oh. oh.

"do tell."

he hesitated, "if i tell you, and you disagree, do you promise it wont change anything about us?"

"i promise."

"did it feel right to you? us being together?" he asked, his eyes innocent and filled to the brim with a mixture of anxiety and adoration as he looked at you.

"yes. it absolutely did. and i was so mad at the assclown for cutting our time short," you admitted, "and punching you in the eye, obviously."

"i- i'm not sure how to ask this but- do you...would you..sorry i-" he stammered.

"yes."

you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. his hand gently cupped your face, deepening the kiss and you both felt like you were on cloud nine.

"thats exactly what i was trying to say," he cracked a dopey smile, causing you to chuckle.

"i've been trying to say it for so long." you confessed, causing him to smile impossibly wider, "we gotta go hotch is waiting."

"just one more kiss?" he asked, which you gave in to, obviously. and then another. and another.

maybe it was good thing that he got a black eye that day, because when you got to the office the whole team was so focused on it they didn't even notice the hint of your lipstick left on spencers lips.

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years

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expanding the drunkenness scale

frat jj x reader

words: 2690

warnings: the norms (alcohol, cursing)

synopsis: you finally get to see past six drink jj

a/n: requested by an anon; once again i must warn to drink responsibly!!! also i just passed 100 followers, thank you all so much for the support, i only started this up a few weeks ago, so this is crazy to me!

So, you’ve seen the ramifications of six drink JJ, barely standing, barely speaking coherently. Nothing could’ve prepared you for more than six drink JJ. It was almost like he caught a second wind, and it kind of felt like chasing a child around, he was so unpredictable.

One afternoon, after you got off of work, you saw you had about 15 texts from JJ about attending a baseball game. It had already started, but you confirmed with him that he was still there and started to drive toward the field.

You showed your student ID to get in and then walked to the bottom of the reserved student section to look for JJ and whatever friends he was there with. Before you could find him, you heard a loud, “Baby!” and looked up to see him all the way across the section, standing and waving at you. People looked between the two of you, amused, and you blushed at the sudden attention, quickly making your way to him.

“You’re drunk already?” you asked incredulously as he wrapped you up in a hug, hand reaching down to your ass.

“We pre-gamed!” he told you excitedly as you tried to get him to sit down.

He leaned into you, arm wrapped loosely around your shoulder and you sighed, “Yes, I see that. Do you even know the score, bud?”

JJ shrugged, eyes not leaving your face, “It’s tied.”

You looked around him at the scoreboard to see your school winning 5-2. Snorting out a laugh, you patted his shoulder, “Not quite, but good try.”

JJ waved your words off before brightening up, “Oh hey, we’re having a party tonight, you should come.”

“I know you are, you told me last week.”

“Oh,” he looked confused as he took a swig of a beer you didn’t even realize he had before continuing, “well are you coming?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, J.”

“Good, I need my forever date with me,” he tapped your nose, almost missing and nailing you eye instead.

From behind you, one of the guys with JJ that you didn’t recognized made a whipping noise at JJ’s response and JJ flipped him off, not looking away from you.

“You’re being cheesy today,” you told him, slight blush on your cheeks.

“Only for you.”

He finished his beer, and you sighed internally as he started to slump into you, “Did you drive?”

JJ lifted his head from your neck and shook his head, mumbling something incoherently.

“What?”

“Bryce drove,” he told you, slurring a little.

“Right, well I drove, you wanna leave and go take a nap?”

He perked up at the word nap and nodded enthusiastically. JJ’s knees buckled when he stood and you tucked yourself under his arm to keep him upright.

“Whoops,” he slurred out, giggling while you struggled to get him to your car.

“Fucking frat boys,” you mumbled under your breath as he tripped again, almost dragging both of you to the ground. After his third stumble in two minutes, you snapped, “Pick your feet up.”

“I’m frat man, baby, not boy.”

“Frat child,” you corrected as you helped him into the passenger seat of your car. You queued up a bunch of songs he likes as you drove to the frat house because if he fell asleep in the car you definitely wouldn’t be able to get him inside. It worked, and you had to repeat the half carry, half drag process all the way to his room to deposit him on his bed.

You started to leave his room and he whined, “Where are you going?”

“I have to go get dressed and pick us up some alcohol before the party in like four hours.”

“Nooo, sleep with me, you have clothes here.”

“I have workout clothes here,” you corrected.

“They look hot,” he shrugged, holding his hands out as if to pull you back.

A nap did sound really enticing. You were tired from your early morning shift, so you gave in, “Fine, but you can’t chirp me for my outfit later.”

JJ held his pinky out to you, “Promise.”

You linked pinkies and laid down next to him. He held his arm out and you put your head on his bicep. JJ curled his arm around your shoulders and both of you fell asleep quickly.

Not setting an alarm was a mistake because you were woken up by music signaling that the party had started already. You checked your phone to see a text from JJ that he had gone with Pope to buy you guys some alcohol and wanted to let you sleep since you seemed so tired.

You sighed and walked over to his closet to find something decent to wear. There was at least one pair of blue jean shorts which made you feel a bit better, and you brushed your teeth before walking downstairs to find your boyfriend and join the party.

JJ was in the kitchen mixing himself a drink when you found him, and he jumped when you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. He quickly realized it was you and smiled, handing you the cup, “For you, milady.”

“Is it actually for me?”

“It is now.”

You took a sip, not knowing what to expect, and almost gagged when you tasted mostly vodka. He laughed at your betrayed face and held out the pitcher of lemonade to add some to your cup.

“Fuck, JJ, how drunk are you to already be drinking shit this strong?”

He furrowed his eyebrows while trying to come up with an answer, and shrugged, holding up three fingers, “I’ve had two drinks.”

You reached over to push one of his fingers back down, “There you go, two.”

“You’re so smart, babe,” he told you before yelling out, “I’m dating a genius!”

“Jesus, J,” you hissed, blushing as people in the kitchen stared at the two of you.

“The people need to know how elite you are.”

“They most definitely do not.”

JJ grinned mischievously before yelling out, “This girl is the greatest person in the world and I love her and no one can-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth, abruptly cutting him off and he licked your palm. With a grimace, you pinched his arm with your other hand, “That’s gross, J. Can I trust you to stop, now?”

He gently pushed your hand away before answering, “Probably not.”

And with that, JJ turned away to fix himself a drink. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room where the beer pong tables were set up. There was an open end at the pairs table, so you and JJ took it to play against some two of the other guys who lived in the house.

“Hold my jacket, sweetheart, I don’t know how big this is gonna get,” he told you, stripping off his hoodie.

“I regret making you watch Footloose with me. I know that’s what you were going for there, but I hated it,” you told him seriously, and he just laughed loudly in response.

To say you were carrying the team was an understatement. JJ thought it would be fun to try out an arsenal of trick shots he’d been apparently hiding. The best one was when he attempted a softball pitch and pegged one of the other guys in the forehead. It landed in the cup and JJ cheered, throwing his arms around you in his excitement.

The other guys tried to argue that it didn’t count, but you glared at them until they glumly moved the cup to the side and re-racked the four remaining cups upon your request. They landed one of their shots and you knocked out three of the four, missing the last one.

“Dude,” JJ told them when he lined up to take his after they missed both of theirs, “we kicked your asses.”

“No thanks to you,” you threw in as JJ way overshot in his drunken state.

He grinned dopily at you and threw the last one, not even looking. Of course, it went in, and he leaned down to kiss you firmly.

They missed both of their redemption shots and you dragged JJ away before they could challenge you to a rematch. He finished his drink and you wordlessly handed him yours, still tasting too strongly of vodka for your liking.

JJ chugged the rest of it before setting your empty cups down. He dragged you to the backyard where the music was blasting and a crowd of drunk college students was dancing.

“Care to dance?” he asked, offering a hand.

You figured it was probably the best way to keep an eye on him, so you reluctantly followed him out into the crowd. What JJ meant by dance was holding your hands and jumping around, forcing you to jump with him, until he felt sick. He mumbled something about his tummy and bathroom and you let him go immediately, gently shoving him in the direction of the house.

JJ stumbled inside and you turned around to see Pope dancing nearby. You slid over to him and the two of you danced together for a few songs before you realized how long JJ had been gone and decided you should probably go check on him.

Pope slung an arm over your shoulder and walked with you inside, toward the bathroom. What you saw when you got there almost gave you an aneurism. JJ was sitting on the ground and John B was poised over him, electric razor in hand, clearly about to buzz JJ’s hair.

“Oh fuck,” Pope managed to get out between laughs at your facial expression. He hunched over, arms wrapped around his stomach, as JJ tried to scramble up.

“Maybank, I know you are not about to get your head shaved,” you told him, deadly serious voice, “I know I’m seeing this wrong.”

“No, babe, think about it. My head will feel so nice in the summer when it’s hot. It’s a win-win,” he explained earnestly.

You crossed your arms, “What’s the second win?”

He had no answer for that and instead tried to hug you. John B was slowly trying to get by you two without catching your attention and you poked his chest, “You know better, JB.”

John B shrugged, “To be fair, it was JJ’s idea.”

“When do we ever listen to drunk JJ?” you retorted, ignoring JJ’s defensive “hey!” in the background.

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, John B fully left the bathroom, dragging Pope with him. You looked at JJ and he grinned down at you, “So you’re saying I wouldn’t look good with no hair?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You are wild past six drinks, bud.”

It didn’t even seem that your words registered with him because immediately after you stopped talking, he snapped his fingers, “Hey, we should go get Whataburger.”

The thought of Whataburger fries was really tempting, so you told JJ, “Stay here, I need to go get my keys and wallet and I’ll drive.”

JJ nodded, seriously, and you jogged off, not actually trusting him to stay in place. You were pretty quick, but by the time you got back to the bathroom, JJ was gone. With a sigh, you tucked your wallet in your back pocket and resigned yourself to having to look for your boyfriend again.

Just like the first time you walked downstairs, he was in the kitchen fixing himself a drink. This time he saw you and loped over to you, drink spilling a little bit. He threw his hands up, even more sloshing out, and cheered, “Honey butter chicken biscuit time!”

“Yes it is, let’s go.”

When you cranked your car up, you were a little surprised to see it was 3 a.m. and JJ immediately plugged his phone up, pulling up a One Direction playlist which he shamelessly listened to pretty regularly.

He rolled his window down and leaned out as you drove down the street, screaming the lyrics to Drag Me Down. You knew he liked feeling the wind in his hair, so you sped a little bit, just for him. When you pulled into the Whataburger drive-thru, he got all the way back in and smiled over at you and said, “Baby, I feel so alive,” just as the song Alive started playing.

You gave him a blank look and ordered his food and a medium fry for yourself. JJ tore into the food almost immediately as you pulled back into the street to drive to the house. He seemed uninterested in joining the party again as he sat in the passenger seat, alternating between bites of the biscuit and sips of his probably mostly vodka drink.

After you parked, JJ stayed sitting as he slowly finished his food and drained the rest of his drink. You nudged him a few times with your elbow to get his attention, “You wanna go upstairs or you wanna rejoin the party.”

He put some serious thought into it before deciding, “Bed time.”

You grabbed your booksack out of the backseat and the two of you went straight upstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door, you made him brush his teeth and get ready for bed. He started to strip out of his clothes and you quickly batted his hands away from where he was tugging his shirt, “Stop it, babe, wait until we get back to your room.”

JJ winked, “Why wait? The door is locked.”

“We’re going to bed, not having sex,” you told him bluntly and swung the door open.

He sighed, grabbing your hand, and followed you down the hall to his room. Dramatically flopping onto the bed, JJ held his arms out to you, “Let’s sleep, I guess, since you don’t love me anymore.”

You rolled your eyes, “I still love you, but you can’t speak without slurring and I’m pretty sure you won’t even remember this conversation in the morning.”

“Probably not,” he admitted, burying his face into your chest. It only took about 45 seconds until he was snoring and you pressed a kiss to the top of his head fondly.

The next morning, you woke up around 10 and decided to sit at the desk he had shoved in the corner to work on a paper for your Child Psychology class. After about 45 minutes, you went downstairs to make some coffee for yourself and the rest of the house, and brought a steaming mug back upstairs to drink while finishing the last two pages of your paper.

You’d just finished editing and submitting it when JJ finally woke up around 1 p.m. He shuffled around a few times, pressing his face into a pillow with a groan.

Laughing softly, you walked over to the bed and sat down next to his head, running your hand through his hair a few times. He pushed his head into it with a slight whine, “My head hurts.”

“I bet it does, sweetheart,” you soothed.

He pouted up at you and you grabbed the medicine and water bottle you’d set up on his bedside table. Clumsily kissing your cheek, he took the medicine and slowly sipped at the water. After clearing his throat a few times, he broke the silence, “How much did I drink yesterday?”

“Well from what I know, you started pre-gaming at 9 a.m. so I imagine your blood is mostly alcohol today.”

“Brain is a little fuzzy,” he admitted.

“You want some coffee?” you asked, starting to stand.

He whined again and wrapped his arms around your waist before you could leave, “Stay.”

Sitting back down, you started stroking his hair again, “You sure, J? I can get you some food while I’m down there.”

“Later,” he mumbled, moving his head to your lap. After about five minutes of you playing with his hair, he was out like a light again, face smushed into the lower part of your stomach, drooling a little bit. You moved to lean back against the headboard and settled in, pulling up Netflix on your phone. Food could wait.

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darkmindsotome · 4 years

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Wrapped For Dinner

Fandom: Love 365 Irresistible Mistakes

Pairing: Shunichiro Tachibana x MC

Word count: 3,796

Warning: NSFW Smut

Written by: darkmindsotome

Tagging @voltage-vixen as requested. Prompt #13: Sex under the sun dress

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Wrapped For Dinner

My latest big project at Addison & Rhodes had me working as lead creative. It was long hours and a lot of hard work but in the end, we were able to pull off a pretty fantastic ad campaign that was currently trending and going viral.

To say I was relieved at the response was putting it modestly. Toma had already teased me about the stupid grin on my face creeping him out at work and Natsume had commented on it as well when he dropped off the updated sales figures. I managed to laugh them both off, nothing was going to put a dampener on my good mood. Well, almost nothing…

The phone rang at my desk the caller ID clearly displaying it was from the creative director’s office. I picked up the receiver as I pressed the button to answer. I had palpitations in my chest knowing my boyfriend was calling me during work hours. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to this?

“Creative department, MC speaking.”

“Always so professional.” I could hear Shinichiro’s deep voice as he chuckled. It managed to send tingles rippling through me. “Good work on that last project I just saw the updates. The projections look set to knock the client’s preferred targets out of the park.”

“Thank you, Sir. It means a lot hearing you say that.” My mood and happiness seemed to increase ten-fold being praised by him.

“… Listen about later, I’m going to have to take a rain check. One of the larger clients for the company had a scheduling issue and I was asked by the higher-ups to cover for someone who is still off-site.” Shunichiro’s words were like a bucket of ice water bringing me firmly back to Earth.

“Oh, that’s fine.” I didn’t know what else to say in response, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and I rolled my chair a little closer to my desk hoping the computer monitor would hide me from the rest of the department.

“I knew you’d say that. I’ll make arrangements for something soon and make it up to you.” He sounded genuinely sorry but what worried me more than the cancelled date was how tired he sounded.

“You don’t have to worry, work is work. I’ve bailed on you a few times recently too.” I tried to mask my disappointment with a little enthusiasm. I really didn’t want to add to his problems by making him worry about me.

“Well alright if that’s how you really feel. You seriously did a great job this time I’m going to have to work harder to stay ahead.” It was reassuring to hear him accept my response and hear the motivation return to him. I could feel the smile returning to my face just listening to him.

“I’m still nowhere near –”

“I’m going to have to go another call is coming in.” Shunichiro cut me off after an electronic beeping on the line.

“Alright.” I nodded. He was busy and while I had really wanted to see him it couldn’t be helped.

“Mc? I can’t wait to see you.”

The line went dead as I held the receiver to my ear for a few seconds letting his parting words linger.

“Oh, Shun… you really don’t play fair.”

With no new projects that required my immediate attention, I was actually able to leave the office on time for the first time in ages. It was the weekend and the original plan had been to go to Shunichiro’s last night and spend the weekend together.

I looked over at the weekend bag I dragged back from a locker at the train station last night. Takuro had given me a quizzical look when I came back with it, but he was now curled up on top of the bag fast asleep.

Reaching for my phone I shot a quick message to Shunichiro wishing him good luck at work then hopped into the shower. With my hair dry but a towel still wrapped around me, I rifled through my wardrobe looking for clothes. I picked up the summer dress Yuiko had helped me find on our last shopping trip together.

The delicate gradient of pastel shades made the dress look like a dawn sky and the petals spread out around the baseline hem looked like I had kicked up waves of Sakura flowers. It made me feel happy and a change in mood was certainly what I wanted right now.

I hadn’t been very sure about it, after all, it was a wrap-around dress that caused a deep plunge to my neckline. My reaction had made Yuiko laugh as she kept encouraging me to try it on insisting that if it was to go on a date that it was perfect. In the end, I bought it, I wanted to see his reaction but that was not happening today.

Tying the fabric around my waist I checked myself in the mirror and slipped on a pair of kitten heels. Today may not be the day I get to see him but it was still a day off. Plus, I had been working so hard at the office recently I had no groceries in the apartment to make breakfast. Grabbing my purse, I exited my place in search of sustenance.

My parents had always warned me about food shopping on an empty stomach. I really didn’t want to end up carrying a ton of things back with me just because I was thinking with my belly and not my brain. After cutting through the park I came out onto the main road and spotted a familiar sign for McDonald's and went in.

Quickly grabbing a McMuffin and a coffee to go I was just on my way out again when I walked smack into someone. A familiar scent of a particular brand of cigarette, cologne and citrus shampoo filled my senses.

“Whoops! Careful, are you alright?” My eyes followed the arms supporting me. Navy blue suit with grey pinstriped vest and a custom shirt. Finally reaching his face and those deep brown eyes. My mind went blank as I stood there, face to face with Shunichiro. “Wait… MC?”

Clearly, I was not the only one surprised to see my partner. Shunichiro’s eyes looked me over from head to toe as if to check it was really me. I was suddenly very aware of his arms around me and felt a little self-conscious with how he was looking at me. I haven’t done anything different with my usual makeup, maybe its the dress. Does he not like it?

“Morning, late night?” I took half a step back putting a little space between us and the awkward situation.

“Yeah, fast food always tastes better after a late night. If you’re free right now we could eat together.” He shrugged, composed as always. This kind of situation really doesn’t rattle him, I guess that’s something that comes from age and experience.

“Really?”

“Well, it’s up to you. What do you want?” He was clearly holding back laughter I probably sounded or looked childish right now. His playful tone was not lost on me if anything it triggered more of my childish side.

“You have to ask?” I gave him a small glare that made him smile wider.

“Ok, I’ll be right back.”

I found a booth and sat down feeling completely unsure as to what I was now supposed to do. I wasn’t supposed to see him today at all and the fact I now was had thrown me. The look on his face when he recognised me also bugged me a little. While I was lost in thought a second bag was placed next to mine and the cushioned seating at my side pressed lower as Shunichiro sat down.

“I was going to phone you later.” He began talking as he cracked open his bag and began pulling out two McMuffins and a pastry.

“You were?” I looked at his face in profile, he was always handsome but something about this slightly tired look had me thinking back to our time spent together in bed. I reached out for my own bag of food to distract myself from my own lude imagination.

“Mhm,” He filled his mouth with a bite of his breakfast and then sucked hard of the straw for his iced fruit juice. I could have laughed at myself for how I suddenly felt very jealous of a straw, watching his moist lips wrap around it. “After pulling an all-nighter, preparing copies and things for the meeting. The client phoned saying they would have to reschedule again.”

He sighed and leaned back against the booth seating. He was frustrated and tired, you didn’t have to be his girlfriend to see something so plain.

“After you put in all that work!? That’s just too much…” I raised my voice a little allowing the annoyance I felt to at least show even if he wouldn’t.

“It’s a big account and the board members all want to keep it, but when I left the office earlier they were all apologising to me for the extra work.” He gave a wry smile and sucked a bit more on his drink. This was one of the many things I actually loved about this man. His dedication to his craft made him glow in a way that always had me dazzled, it motivated me to keep pushing forward.

“Must be nice to be in demand like that.” I smiled feeling some of my anger subside. He was so talented and respected by everyone in the company. Remembering that a warmth spread through my chest as a wave of affection hit me for the man at my side.

“You are as well you know? I am always getting requests for you to handle accounts personally.” There is a look on his face that even in profile seems to reflect everything I was just feeling about him back at me.

“You’re joking!” I nearly choked on my coffee as my embarrassment caught in my throat. Great work there MC remember to breathe air, not coffee.

“I’m really not.” Shunichiro chuckled at my little outburst making me feel even more childish sitting next to such a well put together man. He had already devoured his pastry and moved on to the rest of his food without me even noticing. “It actually makes me feel very...” He turned his head to look at me the expression painted on his face was not one I saw when working. It was softer but there was an intensity swimming in his eyes that automatically had my core tightening under that gaze. He smiled and then gave my food a nudge closer to me. “Your food is getting cold.”

“Oh!” The spell holding me seemed to break at his prompting. I really wanted to know what he didn’t finish saying, but the timing was now all wrong.

I don’t know if he knew what I was thinking or how he was affecting me. Knowing him he probably had already laid the groundwork for the perfect game plan. He always found a way to get me dancing in the palm of his hand.

“So what do you want to do now?” His question had me confused. It also came right after I had stuffed a big mouthful of McMuffin into my mouth.

“I thought you’d just pulled an all-nighter. Shouldn’t you be heading home to rest?” My words were muffled as I tried to swallow my food and talk at the same time. I probably looked like a hamster, my lack of manners and decorum didn’t faze him at all he simply listened to my garbled gibberish with a soft smile on his face. Ok, that look should be illegal.

“I was but seeing you made me feel much more energised. I’m not so old that one late night is going to stop me from seeing the woman I love. It’s up to you though, I know what I’d prefer.” He was so calm and easy-going. It reminded me that this mature sexy guy was like the smooth jazz music at our favourite bar.

He always did this. No matter what he always said something that was intrinsically tempting in a way you couldn’t possibly refuse then asks what you want to do. It still catches me off guard at times but I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Then will you come shopping with me?” I hadn’t planned on seeing him today so the fact I was right now made me unbelievably happy. It didn’t, however, change the reason behind my leaving my apartment.

“Shopping?” My rather boring request had him look at me in slight wonder. I don’t know if he thought I had offered up something mundane because I was concerned for his exhaustion or what.

“Sorry is that weird?” I cast my eyes down looking at the last bite of my breakfast in my hands shyly.

“No, not at all. What are we shopping for?”

“I…” I fidgeted in my seat. At work, I was organised and usually even at home I was as well. However, being as busy as I had recently meant I had let so many things slide in my personal life that I was getting embarrassed thinking about it all. “I haven’t been home much so I didn’t have any groceries.”

“Well, we can’t have that. If we’re buying food can I make some requests?” Shunichiro didn’t laugh at me or look like he was harshly judging me. I finally look up at him, his face looking a little boyish. I loved that look of innocence on him too.

“Of course!”

After finishing our food, we headed over to one of the larger stores because it had a slightly bigger variety of items.

“So, what do you want to request?” I ask as I pick up a shopping basket from the stack.

“Well lately I’ve been really craving your cooking I would say anything you make is fine but…” Shunichiro trails off looking at the displays. It made me smile thinking this is the first time in a while either of us had been food shopping.

“You want me to make chicken nuggets don’t you?” I end up giggling which earns me a raised eyebrow from him.

“You know me so well.”

“Naturally I am your girlfriend after all.” The words came naturally but with an instant hit of embarrassment. To hide my fluster, I looked away from him as I marched towards the shelves. “I’ll just go find the seasonings you go get the chicken.”

“Anything else?” He was hot on my heels making me little thankful for being able to stay ahead of him.

“Whatever you see you might want to eat.” I stopped in front of the seasoning looking over the array of choices and as I raised my hand to pick one up, I found myself covered from behind. “Shun?”

“In that case do I really have to go over there? I can’t think of anything but how great you would taste right now.” Shunichiro’s low voice and hot breath brushed against my ear as he pressed himself against my back. His hand was on top of my outstretched one, nimble fingers tracing my own while he used his thumb to rub the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.

“Shun… we’re in the middle of a store.” I closed my eyes wanting so badly for time to stop or for our location to just magically change. He placed his other hand on my hip sliding towards the wrapped fabric of my waist. His fingers delved into the gap they found and traced over the naked flesh beneath.

“Mmm, pity.” He hummed before removing himself and gracefully swiped the basket from my hand as if nothing had happened at all. “I’ll go get the chicken then.”

“You’re a damn tease, Shunichiro.” I muttered as I finished finding the seasonings and made a move for some frozen items next. With any luck, the freezers might help me cool down.

It was almost a mad dash to get home. I wanted to say it was because of the risk of food spoiling but to be honest that was the last thing on either of our minds.

Our little flirtations had persisted around the entire store, and when I say our flirtations, I mean Shunichiro’s. By the time we were at the checkout, I was trembling so much from his persistent teases that I couldn’t locate my card in my purse easily.

Not wishing to waste valuable time, Shunichiro produced his card and paid for the whole lot. He even picked up all the bags and began walking before I could protest. As we left, I caught one person saying “…such a gentleman.” Oh if only you knew.

Once inside he walked right into my small kitchen and opened the door to the fridge, not caring one bit about unpacking. I watched in shock as the entire bags, including their contents, were unceremoniously wedged inside.

“You know that isn’t good for the food right?”

“And you know right now I couldn’t care less.” His voice was lower than I expected. It was ruff and gravelly instantly reigniting all the tingling hot spots he had kindled during our impromptu shopping date.

He closed the gap between us in the blink of an eye. The strength with which he took me in his arms knocked the air from my lungs and my ability to think right out of my body. He dipped low plying my lips open with his tongue and pushing it deep into my mouth as if he were trying to steal my ability to speak as well.

Experienced hands roamed over the top of my dress pulling on the fabric in all the right places to provide some friction of fabric on flesh, raising the temperature between us.

“Mhm!.... Ah… Shun.” I was panting as he pulled back finally allowing me a few seconds to gain some air.

“I’ve never been so bothered by work. It’s so frustrating our schedules just never match up at the minute.” Even as he spoke he was removing his own clothes. Tossing his jacket and vest behind himself in a flurry of action that had me rubbing my legs together seeing him so desperate.

“I know I felt the same.” I brought my hand up to the buttons on his shirt, slowly tracing them before popping them one by one between my fingers like I was snapping them. My eyes never left his as he unbuckled his leather belt and trousers. “Every time I felt a break in the workload You vanished under a pile of assignments.”

“Seeing you every day at work. So close…” He shuddered at my touch the fire in his eyes lit scorching hot paths through my body.

He gave an almost silent groan as he lunged at me. My back hit the kitchen table as he pinned me down on either side with his strong arms. Hovering over me I could feel the pulsating heat from his body and the weight of his raw animal magnetism that always had me coming back for more.

My legs were forced wide as he brought his leg and hip between them. Alternating rhythms resounded in my body as my heart hammered hard enough to burst and his fingers danced up my inner thigh under my dress before slipping past the fabric barrier covering me.

“Mmm, A-ah—” The pressure filling me was exquisite. I watched his arm and shoulder pump in action with his fingers buried deep inside me as he worked away at my sanity.

“I was so glad to see you today I thought the torture was over but then you had to go and do this to me.”

“Do what? I didn’t do anything?” I was seriously confused. I was focusing on him but I felt like there was something I was missing. He didn’t answer me with words instead he brought his face to my chest burying it between my breasts and pulled on the fabric of my dress with his teeth.

“Are you being coy on purpose? Where did you learn to charm a man like that?” He pulled his fingers free with a smirk watching as I writhed missing his touch while he licked them clean. The next feeling my increasingly befuddled mind registered was the complete fulfilment as we became one.

“Oh, God!” My back arched against the unforgiving table and he placed one hand on my chest pushing me back down while he moved his hips against me.

“Ngh… dammit, you are just so perfect.”

“Shu…ni…chiro…” The pop and grind that was a familiar dance to us had me seeing stars.

“I know baby, I know.” He picked up the pace our bodies becoming slick with sweat as we relentlessly hammered home our mutual desires for each other.

“You awake?”

I slowly opened my eyes finding that I was not exactly where I thought I was. Shunichiro had been sitting on my sofa having a drink. Noticing how I was now conscious he returned to my side in my small little bed.

“Mmm, yeah. Did you carry me to bed?” Clutching the covers over my chest I wriggled closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders placing my head on his chest in the process.

“Well I did consider leaving you on the kitchen table but I thought you might get cold.” He laughed as he teased me. I was too happily exhausted to care and gave him a pathetically weak slap on his arm. My eyes started to adjust more to being fully awake, finding my alarm clock next to the bed.

“Jeez is that the time I should start making the food.” I freed myself from his hold and had placed one foot outside of the covers only to be pulled back in. “Ah!”

“You could or we could enjoy ourselves a little more. There’s no rush, after all, we have the rest of the weekend together.” He was whispering in my ear and trailing fingers over my now naked form. The tip of his tongue drew a line down my neck to my nape where he suckled on it. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re a sneaky scoundrel.” I smiled knowing this was him. He was sneaky, tricky, devilish, conniving and god help me if I didn’t find every aspect of the man appealing.

“Correction.” He chuckled and I found myself flipped under him. “I’m your sneaky scoundrel, and you’re mine.”

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#summer of smut #summer of smut writing challenge

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bangtiddies · 5 years

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Erasers

Pairing: Jin x female reader Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU Words: 1,644 Warnings: minor swearing

Summary: You never thought to contact your soulmate through the erasers you always lose until you lose something extremely important and irreplaceable.

You find yourself in this predicament almost every day; rummaging through your bag, trying to find the thing you need in this particular project. You give up trying to find it in five minutes, sighing in frustration before turning to the person sitting next to you.

“Hey, Amy?”

Your friend hums, looking up from her manuscript and giving you a tired smile while adjusting the glasses perched upon her nose, “what’s up?”

“Do you have a spare eraser I can use?”

“Yeah, I do,” she laughs as she opens her pencil case and searches through it, “how many erasers does your soulmate have now?”

You sigh, “too many.”

“Here,” she says, handing you a white eraser with a very familiar character on the cardboard surrounding it. Amy returns to jotting crotchets and quavers down on her manuscript, while you frown at the character as if it’s offended you.

“Hey, Amy?” you ask, and she hums again in response, so you continue your question, “what’s this character?”

Amy looks up again to look at the character and blushes, “oh, that’s RJ, a LINE FRIENDS character.”

“A what character?”

“Um, it’s like a series of characters from a popular Asian chat app. I got that eraser when I went back to Taipei to visit my family,” she frowns at your interest, “why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you want to know about the character?”

You wish you could drag her to your house and show her why. Instead, you explain, “this character’s on most of the stuff that my soulmate loses.”

“Huh,” Amy says before giggling, “so your soulmate is either a LINE FRIENDS fan or a BTS fan.”

Oh. You know of BTS. Actually, you’ve recently fallen into the pit of BTS, even if the prideful musician in you will never admit to succumbing to mainstream pop. You’ll stick to privately enjoying the music by the suddenly famous K-Pop group.

What you don’t know, however, is how BTS relates to this long sheep-looking character.

However, you don’t get to ask Amy any more questions because your tutor decides right at this moment to walk past you. So, you quickly rub out the mistake you made on your manuscript and continue composing your jazz band piece, just like you were supposed to do.

You’re fucked.

You’re royally fucked.

After weeks of writing and erasing out musical notes on various pieces of manuscript paper, you had finally written down a good melody for your jazz band piece last night, after drinking three cups of coffee, feeling energised and extremely sleep-deprived at the same time. And you were going to work on it today when you woke up, so you could have it perfectly ready for the composition check-up meeting with your tutor next week – only to find that it’s missing.

You’ve searched through your pile of manuscript paper for twenty minutes before giving up. And you know that there’s no point turning your whole room over to find it. Because you know exactly where it is.

The melody you had written last night is in the hands of your soulmate.

You grab a pillow from your bed and let out a frustrated scream, muffling it with the pillow so your flatmates or neighbours won’t hear. After you’ve calmed down a little and thrown the pillow back onto your bed, you notice something red underneath your pile of manuscript paper on your desk. You pull it out to find that LINE FRIENDS character again, only now it’s on a memory stick and not a keychain or a pen or something that doesn’t seem important.

Your breath hitches. If you’ve lost something important to you, then that means that this memory stick could be important to your soulmate.

You’re not usually one to pry, and if you were in any other situation, you would put that memory stick in your drawer full of things that your soulmate lost. But right now, in your moment of stress and frustration, you have something in your hand that would give you a piece of who your soulmate is. Other than the fact that they like this RJ character.

Your heart is beating as you insert the memory stick into your laptop, and you can’t tell if it’s because of anticipation or guilt. When the memory stick opens, you see that it only has one file; an audio file titled demo_jin.

It takes you a few minutes of contemplating before you decide, fuck it, and you open the audio file.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you most certainly not expecting to hear an unfamiliar melody being sung by a very familiar voice. A voice you’ve fallen in love with recently.

You spend the next few hours browsing through YouTube and Spotify, listening to every single BTS song and every single compilation of Kim Seokjin’s lines. And you don’t find the melody at all. Realisation dawns upon you. It’s an unreleased song. A demo.

You now have an obvious clue on the identity of your soulmate – a connection with Kim Seokjin of BTS.

You own a lot of erasers, partly because you use them a lot when you write music, but mostly because you love buying and collecting cute erasers.

And so, you feel slightly betrayed and heartbroken when Amy suggests you start naming and putting your number on every single one of your erasers.

“It’s so you can get that amazing melody you were raving about back,” she reasons, and you can’t disagree with her. Still, you don’t want to ruin the cute ones.

“Can’t I just put my number on all the plain white ones?” you whine.

“Stop being precious about your erasers, Y/N. They’re erasers.”

You mumble something about Amy being heartless before reluctantly naming and putting your number on all the erasers you own.

“This better work,” you say to her once you’re done, looking sombrely at all your precious erasers, and she rolls her eyes at you in response.

“If your soulmate doesn’t call you, they’re a fucking idiot.”

You spend a whole week staring at your phone, waiting for an unfamiliar number, any number to call your phone. You also try to recreate that melody but to no avail. You really need that missing manuscript. You always prefer writing music on paper but after this incident, you’ve been using Sibelius to avoid any risk of losing another piece of manuscript. And it’s not the same.

When Amy comes over, you tell her, “my soulmate is a fucking idiot.”

“Why?” she looks at you with a confused look, but also etched with fascination – she probably suspects that your soulmate finally called you.

“You said that if my soulmate doesn’t call me, they’re a fucking idiot,” you groan, slumping on your bed and burying your face in your pile of pillows.

Amy sighs, “it’s only been a week. They’re probably really busy and haven’t thought about the extra details on the many erasers they probably have from you.”

You open your mouth to say something – anything to prove how much of an idiot your soulmate may be – when your phone starts ringing. You dive for your phone like a teenage girl in a teen movie waiting for a boy to call. Which, in your case, might actually be the situation. If your soulmate is a boy.

You check the caller ID. It’s an unknown number.

(Your mind does whoops and cheers for the potential that it might be your soulmate, but you try to tamper it down.)

You answer it hastily, “hello?”

There’s a small pause. A breath of hesitation from the other side.

You’re about to say something before a masculine voice says, “hello, is this... uh... Y/N?”

You’re sure you’ve heard this voice somewhere before, but you don’t dwell on it.

“Yeah,” you say, coolly to hide any ounce of fear or awkwardness, “and who might this be?”

“I’m Jin. I have your... uh... sorry my English is not very good.”

Your mind clicks. Holy shit. It dawns upon you that you’re talking to Kim Seokjin.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, “um, I have your memory stick with your audio file and I’m wondering if you have my manuscript?”

“I’m sorry, what is manuscript?”

You laugh nervously, “sorry, it’s like a piece of paper with music written on it.”

“Oh yes,” Jin says, “I saw it. It’s very good.”

You blush at the fact that an international superstar (and possibly your soulmate,) complimented you on your music, “thank you.”

“So why did you write your name and number and call me on your... uh...”

“Erasers?”

“Yes! Those! Why?”

You sigh, “that manuscript, it’s my only copy and I need it for a project.”

“Oh,” Jin says, “and I have it.”

“Yeah. I’m also guessing you’re halfway across the world so there’s no chance of me getting it.”

There’s a pause. Amy, whom you’ve forgotten is sitting on your bed right by you, gives you an excited look.

Soulmate? she mouths. You give her a look that (hopefully) says, of course it is; have you not been eavesdropping?

“Oh!” Jin says, bringing you back to the phone, “I can send photo!”

“Yes!” you exclaim, “please! Oh my god, thank you, that would be helpful.”

“Okay, I’ll take photo and send soon.”

“Wait,” you say, remembering the RJ memory stick on your table, “what about your memory stick?”

“Memory stick?”

“The one with your singing.”

“Oh, you can keep it. My present to you.”

“Oh,” you say, looking at the memory stick. RJ stares at you. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Jin says, “bye-bye! Talk later again?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “talk to you later.”

(After five months of messaging and calling, you finally meet Seokjin.

He runs to give you a hug as soon as his eyes fall upon you.

And in his arms, you fall deeper in love.)

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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Hey again! Well I was wondering about what kinda dates do you think Axel, Tyler and Raquel would take their s/o? (Let's hope it doesn't get deleted this time) Thank you sweetie

Heya Erre! Finally I get to your request 💝💕 thank you for your patience and sorry I'm so slow 😔🙏 so I guess headcanons right? This made me realize that maybe it wasn't a smart move on my part to allow "main 10 headcanons" because it takes much longer to come up with different scenarios for 10 characters for the same situation. So thank you for choosing those 3! It really made it easier for me to write (not to say that you guys aren't allowed to request headcanons for all the characters! It's just that I have this weird mental thing where I want to do my requests in chronological order instead of "the-quicker-ones" order 😂)

Axel

- he loves going out but because he's so famous, it'll be a huge hassle if you two get caught

- thus you only go out late at night (which is tooooootally not against school rules. Nope 😎)

- you guys hang out in random parts of the town, passing by fancy restaurants and 7-elevens

- the best time is when there's a funfair in town

- as always you sneak out with Axel late at night and yet it still gets you anxious

- Axel quietly laughs at you

- "Aww, come on. It's been a while since we've been doing this and you're still this stressed out about it? Try to keep the adrenaline low because once we get to the funfair you'll have a hard time."

- as he said, the adrenaline rush from all those crazy rides got you good

- somehow Axel managed to get you into some of the most insane rides, you know, those that make you feel like "I think I'm gonna die"? Yeah, those.

- honestly, the haunted house was bland in comparison

- after all of that, ready to go home, you guys sit on a bench farther away from all the ruckus and the mood gets just right

- you scooch over and grab his hand, all that adrenaline has made you feel like nothing else but today matters (but like, not in a bad way! In a really really good way.)

- Axel looks at you expectantly, it seems like the night has made both of you much bolder

- "So uh. We almost kinda died together? Not that I would mind dying with you but don't you think that we should at least give eachother a reward for surviving tonight?"

- lover boy is clearly asking for a kiss

- and well, of course he got what he wanted

Tyler

- definitely takes you to the movies

- his father being a movie director and his mom being an actress, he used to watch a lot of movies as a kid

- first he planned to go for the obvious route and do the "put my hand on your hand" thing when the movie gets to the romantic parts

- but at the end he got too invested in the plot and forgot about it

- curses himself for making such a dumb mistake

- it's not over though! There's still the fancy-pancy restaurant after the movie

- ngl he just really wanted to show off and be classy

- but most of all he wants to impress you

- "I'm paying all of it so don't worry about the prices and order whatever you want, okay?"

- it makes you even more worried for the prices because you don't want Tyler to empty his wallet for you

- his parents may be rich but you don't want to make him feel like you're trying to take advantage of him

- the food is so good tho

- the evening is well spent (and Tyler's money too whoops...)

- when you guys sneakity-sneak back into the dorms he stops in front of your room

- secretly really wants you to invite him in and honestly you want the same thing too... So you do it

- "You wanna come in? Not for long but... like 5 minutes or so."

- Tyler is not an idiot, in the past you already invited him once and he refused by reflex but he won't let this chance pass by a second time

- tells himself that he absolutely has to find a way to kiss you in those "5 minutes"

- fortunately it didn't take long.

- the moment the both of you step in, no one says anything since you want the same thing

- it naturally happens

- in the dim light of your room, you exchange a kiss with Tyler

- when you pull away there's a silence again until Tyler speaks up

- "So um. I think this was only about 30 seconds? Should we kiss for another 4 minutes or ...?"

- like usual he's half joking and half flirting

- you kiss again, though you guys aren't sure if it lasted 4 minutes...

Raquel

- tries to sneak you in a nightclub

- "No worries! I'll forge you a fake ID, they won't notice the difference."

- you tell her that you're not comfortable enough with the idea, she gives up immediately and finds an alternative

- "Alright! So what about a concert? There's this really dope group coming to the town, they have a small following but they're great."

- you swiftly make it out of the dorms without getting noticed

- you guys hold hands while running in the streets and laughing

- somehow Raquel makes even the smallest things super fun

- the concert goes swimmingly well, you spent yesterday listening to all the songs from the band so you can sing along with the audience

- because of that, everytime a new song starts you're getting hyped up with Raquel

- when you can't see the stage very well (because of tall people in the front 😂) Raquel gives you a piggyback ride

- after about an hour and a half you guys go to a convenience store to grab some drinks before going home

- "So? It was amazing am I right?"

- however, when you try to go back to the dorms unnoticed a problem arises

- "No way... they're still making the rounds? Dammit!"

- Raquel has a track record of sneaking out when something big happens in town and she's not the only one

- it seems like other students were at the concert and they're trying to get back safely as well

- a few minutes pass by before you guys and that other group of students realize that it's gonna take a while for them to give up

- they probably already noticed that some students are missing and now they're patiently waiting to catch them red handed

- Raquel speaks up

- "Okay guys, I'm gonna sacrifice myself. I'll keep them busy will you guys make it safely to the dorms, okay?"

- dramatically kisses you in front of that random group of friends before running away

- those people quietly cheered when she kissed you, now looking at them, it seems like a couple of them are in fact from your classroom... welp.

- despite your heart beating fast and not having completely processed the kiss yet, you decide to take the role of leader and make the students get back to their rooms safely

- once it's all over you bury your face in your pillow, still thinking about the kiss

- the next day you recognize those people in the hallways when they pass by and it turns out you somehow became friends with them after this "midnight escapade."

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #requests #asks #headcanons #notice how all of those happen at night?#I guess I have a thing for night dates 😂#love the atmosphere at night

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deadpooly · 5 years

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Can you write a poly story or oneshot between Steve Nat Bucky and Steve

Whoops, my hand slipped. It ended up being 4761 words. My bad, but im not even sorry. Also, this is undeditied so sorry for the rushed pace of the story and any grammer mistakes uwu.

Also, this totally disregards Civil War and some points in The Winter Soldier. I also gave buckynat some history because I love them and it helped build this one shot.

This has been happening for a really long time now, Bucky trying to get Steve to go out with someone while he goes off with another girl. This time Bucky is saving Steve from yet another back alley brawl. And only this time, Steve is willing to try something new in this conversation.

“Come on Stevie, please? For me?” Bucky’s pleading eyes looked down into Steve’s.

“Damn it, you are not allowed to use your charm on me. No I will not go to the movies with some dame you choose for me. I don't want her.” he told Bucky, his arms were crossed and his jaw set in his stubborn look that showed he was determined. Bucky just stood there.

“Well what d'ya want then?”

“You damn well know what I want. You’ve known me all your stupid wasted life. How could you not know by now?” Steve replied, turning around and stomping off away from the alleyway Bucky just saved him from. The brunette sighing and running to catch up with Steve.

“Stevie,” Bucky said cautiously, dragging him into another nearby alley (this time with no one to beat up Steve) “I want to stay with ya, you know that right. I’ll cancel her okay we can stay in your room tonight. But your gonna have to explain. I don't know what you want.”

“Why do you keep trying to set me up with these dames?” he asked, he was clearly frustrated and his eyes showing his hurt. “Your not making it easy, just let me down slowly. You don't need to set me up they wont be good enough.” and he was stomping off again to his apartment hoping Bucky wasn't following him. Though he was praying that he would come by later.

“Hey Stevie? I know you are in there.” Bucky’s happy voice rang through the door and Steve jumped up as fast as he could without giving himself a heart attack. He was at the door fast that he could blink and throwing it open to see Bucky standing there, his hair fluffed up and a goofy smile on his face.

“I was hoping you would actually come by. Sorry for snapping at ya.” Steve said letting his best friend in through the door.

“Its fine.” Bucky waved him off and sat beside him on the couch. “I want to know though,” he asked running a hand through his hair. “What was it that you wanted? I actually don't know.”

“Of course you don't.” Steve said bringing his knees up to his chest. “I don't think I could tell you without something bad happening.” his breaths were getting messy and his heart rate definitely raised from nervousness. And Bucky being Bucky, started to assure him that he wouldn't get mad or do anything.

“I will love your punk ass no matter what. You can trust me, I swear Stevie.” he assured him placing a hand softly on his shoulder.

Steve didn't know what to say, he forgot what to say. All he could remember was that two things and a short conversation later led to him hugging Bucky and the two slotting their mouths together in a very late delayed kiss.

It was sweet, it was late, it was early, it was precious, it was private and it was theirs. It was also the first of many.

The room was cold, the wrestling ring was beat up, as were the people who were just sparing in the center of it. A crowd of instructors surrounding the ring watching the two subject kick and punch at each other. They had an impressive rhythm, in tune to a song it looked like a dance that wouldn't stop. Red hair flying and mixing with a head of dark hair on a man with a metal arm. The girl swung a kick up to the mans face and he caught it with his metal arm and pulled it down causing the girl to lose balance. She however, jumped on her other leg and wrapped it around the man's neck and brought them both to the ground banging their heads on the rough flooring of the wrestling ring.

“Enough!” a loud woman's voice boomed throughout the room. “Go wrap any wounds and be out here ready again in one minute. A threat doesn't wait and neither will I.” she finished before waving her hand and sending a rather tall man after the two to stand outside of the dirty change room. The two assassins made their way in and quickly wrapped each others wounds without speaking or making any other contact.

“I’m sorry Natalia.” James said pulling her hair behind her shoulders and pulling it up into a ponytail after cleaning a cut on her face.

“You have no reason to apologize James. It doesn't matter, the more we break each other, the more time we have to do this.” she replied standing up off of the bench and looking into James’ eyes. They gave her chills every time she made eye contact and the light blue reminded her of the iced pond where their first mission together was. The first time after months of training they had their first conversation.

“I wish it wasn't like this.” he told Natalia looking down into the emerald of her eyes and holding her hand.

“It wont, we can run away. It will be better James.” Natalia returned. She intertwined their fingers and brought their hands up close to their chests.

“Something tells me that they will find out I can speak, and do this. Then they will rip us apart.” he told her sorrowfully. His eyes were filled with sadness and regret for what he has been made to do. “I just want this to last Natalia.”

“James, nothing lasts forever.” she said before getting up on her toes and bringing their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss. James brought his hand up to cup her chin and make the delicate moment last. But just like Natalia said, nothing lasts forever.

Soon they were called back out onto the mats and each given a punishment for taking too long.

Eventually, they were caught. No matter how careful they were. And because of this they both forgot about each other and pushed their separate ways. They didn't want to forget, but even they could not overcome the machines that can take away precious fragments of your own life.

“Natasha! Come on wake up!” Steve pleaded after a mission went a little sideways. “Come on, I can't lose you!” he held the redhead in his arms she was unconscious after being thrown from an explosion and Steve rushed to her immediately. She had some wounds that looked really bad and Steve really wanted to punch something.

“It’s okay,” she said weakly with a cough. “I’m fine, just go get the bad guy, Cap.” and she was out again. Steve set her down and four minutes later the mission was complete. They weren't as incognito as originally planned, but they were twice as dangerous.

When they were done Steve immediately went back over to Natasha, scooped her up in his big arms and carried her onto the jet to go back to base. She laid on a hospital stretcher that was for emergencies He sat there waiting occasionally trying to make her wake up until she did.

“Hey, soldier. Don't be so tense. I feel your nervousness and its making it hard to sleep here.” she said with an eye open looking at Steve, who gave a rather loud sigh of relief.

“Okay, you are alright.” he assessed, “How are you feeling.”

“How do you know i'm alright? I could be dying.” Natasha challenged. “And I am doing alright, thank you for asking.”

“I know enough about you, that if you are making annoying quips that you are fine.”

“You know enough about me? Hm Rogers, if you weren't careful, id say you care about me.”

“And I do.” is all he says before they enter the conference room.

“I care about you too, it's just that I feel like the last time I said those words something bad happened.” Natasha tells Steve as they leave to room together. It's almost lunch so they are heading off to a burger place to kill some time.

“You don't have to be afraid to care about someone.”

“I know, but it's how I care about you. It's different. I can't remember.” she told him, they were walking side by side on a sidewalk that was pretty much empty on their way to the burger place.

“Natasha…” Steve started carefully. “You don't have to be afraid to care about me like that, I understand how you feel.”

“No you don't.” she turned and looked at him, they stopped walking and now they were looking at each other while cars passed by and a few pedestrians walked around them. “I don't know. Last time I felt this something really bad happened but I can't remember. You don't understand Steve, you don't know how I feel. And im pretty sure you don't feel it either.”

“Natasha, sometimes I feel like you are going to get yourself hurt and if that happened it would hurt me too. If you are in pain you don't have to do it alone.” he told her. His hands found themselves on her arms and she just stared up at him before slightly leaning in for something her body getting closer to his before she gasped and walked away. Steve shook his head and followed after her.

“What do you want me to be?”

“How about a friend?”

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

The same night Natasha gave Steve the file, she went home to her room and cried. A certain pain stretching across her mind and seeing the Winter Soldiers face started it. She didn't know what she felt but she wanted to see Steve once more before he ran off to find his best friend.

Sudden memories etched themselves in her mind, just a few but they were still there.

She sat on her bed wiping any stray tears and pulled out any extra files she could find on herself, but nothing about the Winter Soldier or James Buchanan Barnes. James. She pulled out her phone and called the only person she wanted to see in that moment. Relief flooded her when Steve picked up and confirmed that he could come to her place.

When he arrived, her eyes were still puffy and she immediately invaded Steve space and wrapped her arms around his waist and cried. He put his arms around her and rubbed small circles on her back.

“Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?” he tried asking his voice soft like a whisper.

“I think I remember him too.”

“Who?”

“James.”

Then they spent the next hour or so looking through extra shield files and talking trying to break through Natasha’s mind while Steve shed a few tears over Bucky Barnes. The moment was silent, each doing their own things but appreciating the others presence. Natasha’s memories were very sudden, and if she had a say, she would think that the Red Room was easy on her compared to Hydra on James.

“You loved him. More than a friend?” she asked, feeling as if she was invading on something private. All Steve did was nod and scoot closer to Natasha who hugged him and looked up at his face before inching closer.

“I think I did too.” she also said before placing a gentle kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. As she was about to pull back Steve moved and closed the short distance between them and they kissed, mouths moving quietly and slowly. The only thing to be heard were the hearts breaking and short breaths of the two avengers.

On their own time they occasionally went out to find Barnes and rarely found anything on him. Sometimes they got a lead, other times they actually caught him but he got away before they could move any closer.

It went on like that for months. Tony offered to help and Steve had wanted to say yes but Natasha thought that this was a personal matter and she wanted it to be just her and Steve. But now Steve was inside of a really small apartment while Natasha was keeping watch on the roof, he gut tells her that this will be the same as all other attempts to find James. Steve hasn't reported through comms yet and she is still waiting on the roof. Waiting. Hoping. Then she looks over her shoulder and sees him, trying to go unnoticed walking through a crowd.

“Steve, I see him.”

“Where is he?” his voice cracks through the comm.

“Trying to run away in a crowd. Should I engage?” she asked ready to go on the word. Natasha got up and is now standing on the edge of the roof. Then she hears Steve sigh. “I’m losing visuals, Steve.

“No, let's just wait.” he says.

“Wait for what?”

“He will come to us. I know it.”

Only many more months to wait. When would James decide to come to them?

Natasha was getting anxious, Steve was going into a depressed state. They shared their intimate moments and went their separate ways. Every now and then the team would assemble for a short mission, it was a good reason to see everyone again. The tower was quiet and calming and Natasha would every now and then go to the roof and stare at the cars passing by below. Clint would come by and comfort her, he was annoying and an idiot but he still cared.

Steve would go to the training room and knock a few punching bags into the walls and break them open, then sheepishly apologize to Tony who waved it off with a smile and went to reinforce them. Sam was a big help for him, since he was helping a bit and could have a sense of what he was feeling. Every now and then Natasha and Steve would crawl to each others bed and stay awake, not able to fall asleep hoping that the person they were waiting for would show up.

Natasha was hoping for James. Steve was waiting for Bucky. There wasn't a guarantee that they would get either but one could dream.

Natasha would wrap her arms around Steve’s torso and snug her face against his side. Steve would turn and place his big arms around Natasha’s small frame, and they would sit like that until morning came or they fell asleep in a dangerous peace that most of the time brought nightmares or dreams of what could have been.

Small assurances to each other that he will come. Then they would wake up and go about their days focusing on other things and hiding their vulnerabilities away. Because for Natasha, a mission or a threat doesn't wait. And for Steve, is always looking for something to do, and the majority of the time, he knows what he wants.

The Winter Soldier always knew what he was doing, so did James and so did Bucky. He could say that they were the same person, but he was only half of himself when he was James and he was basically locked in the trunk with the Winter Soldier driving when he came out.

Bucky was his main self, and he knew for a fact that he is starting to get every memory back, and Steve Rogers was in every single one. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss him or want to leave him behind.

James was the man he was when he was with Natasha. Somehow he gotta keep those memories. Even if he was part Winter Soldier and part Bucky Barnes, that was probably the middle ground and he missed Natasha as well. He knew for a fact that he loved both of them at some point in his long life. He only remembers a few things as the Winter Soldier though, and those are his worst memories and he hates the days when they come in, like a rock being bashed around the inside of his head. The Winter Soldier though, remembers both Natasha and Steve and that is what brought him to where he is right now.

Contemplating if he will go back to them or not. He is slowly tipping towards going to them though. Bucky or James or whatever he was these days knew that the two avengers where looking for him, but he also knew that they had stopped and were waiting for him to come back to them.

And that sounded really nice. Being alone sucked, especially if he could get help. So he made a decision to go to them.

It wasn't hard to track Steve’s daily routine. Natasha was a little harder, but he knew her enough to figure out her pattern. So he stood at the foot of the tall Avengers tower, he moved to go stand in the darkness of a nearby alley and he took in a deep breath.

Then, his deep breaths turned into panicked sucks of air and he turned and ran from everything back to a dark room where he continued to hide.

“Do you know what happened today? While we were in the gym?” Steve approached Natasha who was drying her wet hair from a shower in her room. She shook her head in confusion and straightened her back a bit.

“He came to the tower.” he told her and Natasha dropped her towel and her eyes showed no emotion. “Tony, told me. Said there was inconspicuous behavior that alerted security measures in JARVIS’ coding.

“He left didn't he? Overwhelmed?” she guessed and threw her towel on the bed as she stood up. “You still sure we should wait?”

Steve hesitated as he sat on the edge of her bed and placed his hands in his lap. He fidgeted a bit with his shirt and fingers before looking up at Natasha.

“I honestly don't know.” his shoulders sagged and his breath came out deep and he shook his head. “It's been months of waiting, and when he shows up finally, he turns and leaves.”

“Well, I don't know about you,” Natasha started, she sat down beside Steve “but i'm going after him tomorrow. He forgets that im an ex russian spy but old habits die hard. I have questions and I will be finding my answers soon Rogers, my other question is are you coming with me or not?”

Steve gave a long sigh and nodded his head his eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He really is running out of options any ways, so they might as well try again.

“What are you doing here.” Bucky stands on his guard looking at Steve in his small room. He didn't see Steve follow him, or enter his room.

“It took a while but we decided to come after you once we got a good enough lead.” Steve replied, not mentioning that they got Tony’s help to track him down.

“Is she here?” he asked flexing his metal hand.

“Yeah, she’s keeping cover on the roof.” he replied setting his shield down on the floor and walking towards Bucky calmly.

“Why did you come here?” he asks, hesitantly stepping forward.

“Missed you.” Steve tells Bucky, as if it's that simple. Steve stops walking towards Bucky and stands a few feet away from him. His hand starts to reach for Bucky but at the last second he pulls it back and keeps it steady at his side.

“You don't even know if its still me.” Bucky knows Steve is stubborn, whether he wants to go or not, Steve wont leave him now. However it depends on how he answers this statement to see if he is worth keeping around. Bucky knows he might not be Bucky anymore than he would be James, and he would be lying if he said it doesn't hurt at all knowing what he would have lost between two people.

“It doesn't matter, we can help you.” the desperateness in Steve’s voice sounds so broken from the national icon that people think he is, it's far from confident and assured and it kind of soothes Bucky to know that it is just for him in this moment. What Steve actually feels for him.

“I remember you.” is all he tells him with a short nod.

“I could never forget you.” is what Steve replies with. “It was you and me, ‘til the end of the line. I could never forget you Buck.” and this time Steve steps forward until he is fully in Bucky’s space. Bucky is about to step back from being crowded and just having the spy genes in him to keep distance but instead he mentally kicks himself for wanting to run from Steve and he holds his ground. Now though, Steve is really close. Bucky feels as if he is moving too fast, his memories with Steve and Natalia and the pain from Hydra wanting him to stop. He doesn't know what to feel right now. But he stays and Steve’s hand is now resting on his arm.

“I remember the Natalia too,” he admitted, his breath coming out a bit short. “I think, I might miss you guys.”

“We miss you too. I really hope you know that. It’s killing Natasha right now that she can't be here.”

“I feel empty.” he concluded.

“You don't have to. You can come back to the tower with us.” Steve pleaded, his voice growing back strong from the broken tone from earlier.

“Alright then.” Bucky sighed, he slouched in on himself as he sat down on the bed nearby. “Lets go.”

“I don't know who I am.” Bucky says turning away from them. “Or who you want me to be.” they could see him drag his metal hand down his face in exhaustion. This time around he was in Steve’s room. He was sitting on the bed beside Steve and Natalia was on the floor in the corner. They haven't spoken yet, but they knew each other enough to see what they felt when they made eye contact. Longing, patience, love, heartbreak, pain, affection, and each one made Bucky feel comfortable while giving him an urge to run again.

“We want you to be you,” Steve said. “Natasha and I love you however you want to be. You are who you want to be and we will still be here. None of us are going to walk out on you.”

Bucky’s hands sat in his lap and he was staring at them while he fidgeted thinking about his next move. He could tell that Steve was anxious to get some sort of touch or assurance of reciprocated feelings, but he didn't know what Natasha was feeling quite yet.

“Natalia?” he asked looking up from his hands and reaching out. Natasha was startled but she got up and slowly stepped towards him.

“James.” was her only reply but she knelt down in front of him and tetitavley placed her hands on his knees in front of her.

“Nothing lasts forever?” he questioned. But Natasha gave him a beautiful smile and looked into his eyes and said,

“This does James. All three of us will last forever.” she told him with confidence and from her position she wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck waited for him to do the same.

Steve watched a single tear slide down Bucky’s face and he wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. He felt as if he was intruding on their moment until Natash broke away from James and turned to him. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before she quietly left the room.

It's been three long months of hesitant touches and smiles and resurfacing memories in the tower. Bucky becoming himself again. Or as much of himself as he could be. It was a mix between ‘James’ and ‘Bucky’ and it was perfect. He became more charismatic, charming, intelligent but still having all of his spy aspect, even if he didn't like that part.

Natasha would kiss him on the cheek and Steve would hug him and their lips would brush slightly before Steve pulled away from thinking he was invading Bucky’s space. He would see Natasha and Steve share intimate touches and kiss and cuddle and he would be honest when he said he was a little bit jealous that he didn't get that yet. Bucky just played it off though and teased Steve about it and watch Steve go red and apologetic but it didn't really mask his jealousy that much. Well he was jealous until he realized that they were waiting for him to initiate those connecting touches.

Three months of continuous conversations, sometimes they would curl into one of their beds to sleep from night terrors or loneliness. Bucky felt more lonely though as he realized he missed being able to give loving touches to Steve and Natalia. It was one of those nights when he decided to take that step. All three of them curled in Natasha’s bed, Natasha in the middle of the two super soldier and the room was dark, but Bucky could hear Steve’s breaths and could tell that he was still awake.

“Stevie?” he asked, hoping to get a response.

“Yeah Buck?” Steve responded with and Bucky searched the bed to find his hand. Their fingers curled together, skin and clean metal. Using this, he pulled Steve’s hand forward so his body would shift forward and though it slightly squashed Natasha forward a bit Steve was in kissing distance and his face close to Bucky’s over Natasha’s head. “What’re you d-”

And Bucky cut him off when he connected their lips slowly. Steve quickly got with the program and kissed back, moving his lips fluently with Buckys and quiet breaths filling the dark room. Lips were parting open and reconnecting and being tugged at by teeth before both parties pulled away from each other.

Bucky leaned back and left a lingering kiss on Natasha’s forehead and wrapped his arms over her body so they could touch Steve’s waist, and Steve moved in closer.

“I heard you boys messing around last night.” Natasha said to Bucky when he woke up the next morning.

“You weren't asleep?” he asked.

“Nope. But I must say, you are making me feel rather neglected.” she joked with him and snuggled against him under the covers, Steve was gone out for a morning run with Sam and apparently didn't bother to wake Bucky up for it.

“Didn't want to wake you кролик.” a smile crossed Bucky’s face and he moved in closer to Natasha.

“I hate it when you call me that.” Natasha shook her head at the pet name calling her a bunny before looking up and getting what she missed out on the night before. This kiss was more fast paced but still held the sweetness and longing in it which made it worth everything that Bucky had missed.

The three stayed together that day, sharing soft touches and glances with each other with smiles.

Steve wasn't even surprised when he went back to the room and saw Nat and Bucky being close, all he did was move up against Natasha and join in with the two, knowing that there was enough room.

#natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #romanogers #winterwidow #buckynatsteve #stevenatbucky #winterwidowshield #asks #anon #request #enwrites #fic #marvel #thank u for the request anon <3

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Best Failed Date Ever

@a-monthly-rumbelling Non-Smut: drinking, karaoke, dancing, kissing, date

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Belle's blind date fails to turn up, but the man at the next table who is having trouble with his phone is better than any date.

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Belle drummed her fingers on the table and grimaced at the sticky feeling of spilt beer. She reached in her handbag for a tissue and stole a glance at her phone. A quarter after seven, she was going to give her date another fifteen minutes and then she was leaving. A shriek of feedback from the microphone being set up on stage set her teeth on edge. Why had she agreed to let Ruby set her up on a blind date in a karaoke bar of all places? Who thought this was a good idea for a first date?

She glanced around the bar and noted quite a few people with guitar cases. That was a bit strange for a karaoke night wasn’t it? Before she could give it anymore thought a man set his drink down on the table next to her and hooked his cane over the back of a vacant chair. She saw it start to slide and reached out to grab it before it hit the floor. The man gave her a shy smile as she handed it back to him.

“Sorry, it doesn’t normally get away from me like that.”

“No worries.”

He tucked the cane securely between himself and the table and took out his phone. Belle toyed with her drink and shot a sly look in his direction. He didn’t fit the description of the date Ruby had set up, which was a shame because he looked a lot nicer than ‘muscles you could crack walnuts with’. Ruby had never understood that Belle’s idea of attractive was very different from her own. Of course, she wouldn’t keep finding herself in this situation if she could just say no to Ruby’s interfering in her love life, or lack thereof.

Maybe it would be easier to tell Ruby to leave her alone if she actually wanted to be alone. Belle wanted to find someone to share her life with. Her parents had had the whole grand romance and that had influenced her greatly. She’d dated, had some good relationships, but for one reason or another they had ended. It wasn’t too bad she was on good terms with most of her exes, and had a good group of friends, but they were all in relationships and she was sat here in this odd little karaoke bar waiting for a blind date that couldn’t be bothered to be on time.

The man swore at his phone. Curious at the outburst Belle looked directly at him. He caught her eye and offered her a bashful smile.

“Sorry. You don’t happen to know how to work the camera on this contraption do you?”

The phone he was holding up was the same make as hers, so she shrugged and scooted along the padded bench.

“What’s the problem with it?”

He passed it to her and sighed; “The picture is all blurry.”

Belle turned the phone over and chuckled; “New phone, right?”

“Yeah, got it today so I can record my son’s performance.”

He had proud parent written all over his face. She took a stab at his age and figured him for late forties, but the grey streaks in his long hair might be throwing her guess off. Ariel had gone grey in her twenties and now took great delight in changing her hair colour every month. He was looking at her hopefully and she remembered the phone in her hand. She carefully caught the protective sticker with her nail and peeled it away from the camera lens; “Should work fine now.”

He briefly closed his eyes and groaned; “Thank you. Nerves are getting to me I guess. This is going to be Neal’s first time singing his own songs.”

Suddenly the guitars made sense. This was an open mic night not karaoke. Original songs would be more interesting that drunken attempts at Bon Jovi. She decided to stay for the singers, it was just possible she’d see the first performance of the next big star.

The man had taken his phone back and was taking a tester video of the empty stage. He gave her a warm smile; “Thank you for this. I’d be facing a moody teen if I’d messed up the recording.”

“Which one’s your son?”

He turned his head toward a group of teenagers by the bar and whipped back so fast his hair snapped into his eyes. He brushed it from his face but kept his hand raised so his view of the teens was blocked.

“Erm, he’s the one with dark hair currently kissing the blonde girl, his girlfriend.”

She fought back a smile at his determination not to witness his son in a clinch but frowned when she spotted the brightly coloured drinks in the hands of some of the group. They all looked very young, far to young to be drinking. She wasn’t an idiot, teenagers drank, she had, but she didn’t feel comfortable in the sort of bar that allowed it so blatantly.

“Don’t worry about the drinks,” – he raised his own umbrella adorned glass, - “Mocktails, alcohol free.”

Belle felt a bit awkward for having been caught judging a stranger’s son, but he shrugged.

“It’s fine. Robin runs a good place, the kids get a discount on the soft drinks if they show their ID, and anyone caught trying to slip them a shot gets bounced off Little Jon.”

He pointed toward the front door, where a bouncer roughly the size of a horse had parked himself since Belle had come in. If he’d been there when she’d arrived she might have turned around and walked away.

“I see the Nephilim are alive and well.”

She mentally cringed, most people didn’t get her obscure references. She was surprised when he laughed.

“Little Jon’s from Wales, so I’d say more Gogmagog, than Nephilim.”

Belle blinked, and a wide grin spread over her face. She’d not expected to meet someone who got her references and could make even more obscure ones. Before she could compliment him on his knowledge his son jogged up to the table. He gave Belle a slightly confused wave before clapping his dad on the shoulder.

“Hey Pops, I’m on second you got the camera worked out yet?”

“Of course, I’m not a total Luddite.”

The kid grinned and leaned towards Belle; “Totally saw you helping him, thanks for that.”

He pointed a finger at his dad as he started to walk back to his friends; “Two songs on second remember.”

“He seems to think I don’t know what he looks like with a guitar in his hands.”

There was no chance of her date turning up now, and even if he did Belle wasn’t interested. She found better company for the evening. She offered the man her hand; “Hi I’m Belle. May I join you properly?”

He looked surprised, but shook her hand; “Rab Gold, nice to meet you Belle.”

With a bit of shuffling they moved so they were only taking up one table. Another couple quickly nabbed the empty table and took the vacant chair as they waved their friend over. There was a brief moment where Belle wondered if she’d made a mistake, but another shy smile from Rab and it dawned on her that he was waiting for her to continue the conversation. She could ask him about his apparent interest in literature, but she decided to go for a topic that he was bound to feel comfortable with.

“So how long has Neal been playing guitar?”

Rab visibly relaxed and smiled; “Five years now. He started playing to impress a girl…”

A muscled hunk strolled into the bar and glanced around. He peered at Belle for a moment, not that she noticed his attention because she was too busy listening too the story that Rab was telling about how Neal’s first crush had mocked his guitar playing. The hunk shrugged and headed towards the bar.

Rab got jittery as they listen to the first act. Belle would lay good money that his sudden nerves had nothing to do with the way the singer was mangling a Fleetwood Mac number. When his phone escaped from his shaking hand Belle managed to catch it before it bounced from the table.

“I swear I get the stage fright, so he doesn’t have too.”

They politely cheered the first act, who hadn’t been that bad. Rab took a deep breath and started recording as Neal took to the stage. Belle quickly pulled out her own phone and followed suit. Rab glanced at her and quickly mouthed ‘thank you’ as Neal introduced himself.

“Hey, I’m Neal. If you like what you hear you can find me on Spotify. Just come say hello afterwards and I’ll give you a card.”

Rab froze as his son plucked the first few chords. Neal was almost a still on stage, only his hands dancing over the strings until he started to sing. The song he played reached into Belle’s chest and ripped her heart out. The melancholy chords and the bittersweet lyrics of love rejected were bringing tears to her eyes. Beside her Rab was silently weeping. When the song came to an end he ducked his head and wiped his face on his sleeve. There was a heavy silence broken only by a few soft sobs and sniffles, before the audience reacted with whooping cheers. A fast glance around let Belle see that everyone had been moved by Neal’s song. Even the giant bouncer was sniffling as he clapped.

Neal wiped his brow and said; “Okay, thank you, thank you very much, so let’s change the pace now.”

The next song was more up-beat and had some of the crowd dancing in seconds. From what Belle could make out of the lyrics this one was about stealing a car. It was a totally one-eighty from the first song, and Neal’s performance had gone from still to manic. How he had the energy and co-ordination to play, sing and bounce around like that was beyond her. There was no pause when he finished, the crowd just went crazy. Rab made her jump when he let out a shrill whistle, as she stomped her feet and whooped.

Neal took his bow and stepped from the stage to take the congratulations of his friends, but he stood on tiptoe and shot his dad a thumbs-up which Rab enthusiastically returned. The MC jumped up on stage and started another round of cheering for Neal before announcing a ten-minute breather and suggested people hit the bar.

Belle fanned herself with hand and checked that she’d saved the video.

“He’s very talented, that first song…”

The pensive look on Rab’s face made her trail off.

“I didn’t know he was going to play that one,” - Rab set his phone down on the table and fixed his eyes on it, - “It’s been just me and Neal since he was five. A few months back he reached out to his mother. It didn’t go well.”

Belle gently covered his hand with her own; “I’m sorry. I think his music is helping him work his feelings out.”

It felt like the least helpful thing she had ever said to anyone, but Rab turned his hand over in hers and gave her fingers a light squeeze. The contact only lasted for a second and he sniffed as he got his composure back. His eyes were still a touch watery, but he was looking happy again.

“I’m going to brave the bar, see if I can congratulate Neal without embarrassing him. May I get you a drink?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a bottle of water please.”

He used his cane to help him stand up and she wondered if she should have offered to go to the bar, but he walked with confidence and only a slight limp, so she figured he was okay. She flushed as she caught herself admiring his back side. It was a very nice backside, but ogling a man she’d only just met, when his son was in the room, felt wrong.

He reached Neal and his friends. On a whim she pointed her phone in their direction and snapped a picture just as they embraced. She clicked a few more just because they looked so happy. Her phone pinged with a text from Ruby asking why she’d blown off the blind date. She sighed and thought about replying, but that would start twenty questions and Belle was enjoying her evening too much to have to fend off the Ruby Inquisition. She dropped her phone into her purse just as Rab wove his way though the crowd balancing a tray on one hand.

He dithered at the table; “Okay, I can’t put this down one handed.”

“Oh, let me.”

He’d bought two glasses with ice and a slice, one plain glass and two unopened bottles. The plain glass confused her.

“Ladies choice. I forgot to ask if you wanted ice or not.”

Now she understood the empty glass. She picked up one of the bottles and a glass; “Ice is cool.”

He tried and failed to cover his snort at her unintended pun with a cough. She rolled her eyes and nudged him with her shoulder. Once they’d got their drinks sorted out she fished her phone out of her purse again.

“I hope you don’t mind I took some pictures of you and Neal.”

He grinned at the photos; “These are wonderful. I, erm, how do I get a copy?”

“I could Bluetooth them to you.”

He looked totally confused; “You could?”

“You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

“Something techy and to do with mobile phones?”

“Good guess. Can I have your phone?”

He passed it to her and watched over her shoulder as she navigated the menus to set his phone up.

“There we go, it might take a few minutes.”

He tore his eyes away from the progress bar and asked; “What do you do, or like doing? If you don’t mind me asking, just you’ve let me babble about my son, and I’ve hogged the conversation.”

“It’s fine. I’m a part-time librarian and I edit classic texts for the university’s publishing house…”

Belle was delighted to find that he knew a little about many of the texts and authors she worked with. He was as happy to listen to her stories of the library and the strange things she found in books as she had been to listen to his stories of Neal.

They barely noticed the rest of the performers, only having to lean in closer to hear each other over a particularly loud song or burst of cheering. Eventually the music level dropped, and people began to leave. Neal flopped into an empty chair at their table.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt Belle, but it’s a school night Pops…”

Rab glance at his watch with wide eyes; “Wow I’d not realised the time. I’m sorry Belle I have to get Emma home before her curfew.”

“I understand.”

Neal looked between the pair of them with a sly grin on is face; “Ems and me’ll go wait by the car Pops.”

He bounded off before Rab could say anything, leaving them both feeling a little awkward.

“I’ve had a wonderful time this evening Rab, thank you.”

“So have I. Thank for the videos and photos,” – He licked his lips and took a fast breath, - “Could I have your number and we could maybe go out for coffee?”

Belle bit her lip; “I have a confession. I added it to your phone when I was transferring the photos.”

“Oh, wow, that’s, that’s brilliant. I’ll text you later?”

“I look forward to it.”

They gathered their coats and left the bar together. At the door Belle caught his hand and pressed a fast kiss to his cheek before she walked away. As she rounded the corner she looked back and saw him standing there his hand on his face. She waved, and he waved back. She headed home smiling to herself. This had been the best failed date Ruby had ever set her up on.

Rab was amazed that Neal held his peace until they had dropped Emma off and seen her safely inside. The moment they had pulled away from the curb Neal twisted in his seat and the grilling began.

“Please tell me you got her phone number.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips; “I did.”

“And you’re going to text her to make sure she got home safe?”

“Aye, I will.”

“And then ask her out for coffee, or something?”

“Already done that.”

“Wow. You realise I get to tease you about snogging in public now.”

“That wasn’t a snog!”

Neal just laughed, which turned into a jaw cracking yawn as he settled back into his seat. By the time they got home Neal was half asleep and Rab had to guide him into the house, so he didn’t stumble into the door. As he plodded up the stairs he said; “Text Belle. I like her, she made you smile.”

Rab looked at his new phone. It had been in his hand tonight more that his old one ever had. After a little fumbling a few wrong turns he found Belle’s number and sent her a simple text.

“I hope you got home safe. Good night Belle.”

The text alert sound deafening in the quiet house, he’d have to find out how to turn that down.

“Home safe and sound. Sleep well Rab.”

He locked up the house and switched the lights off with a grin on his face that remained as he fell asleep.

#a monthly rumbelling #fluff #rumbelle #meet cute

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toumakibangs · 6 years

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Oh when I woke up tonight I said I've gotta make somebody love me (and now I know that is you, you're lucky lucky)

SERVICE NOTE: Here we are with the last prompts of the TouMaki Month! I’m so very sorry for the delay, but I went long with writing because of work issues and after that I’ve been without internet for a while (still am, technically)! If you’re reading this, it means that he last fics have been queued and they’re being uploaded as we speak: a post every two hours, from 3pm to 5am, CEST time. My advice is to check the blog if you don’t want to miss any, because if you’re going to browse the tags (‘toumaki month 2018’ and ‘toumaki’), Tumblr will only show you three posts per blog.

Anyway, at 7am CEST time we’ll upload a recap post featuring ALL the entries to the Month, so you can browse them more easily (I’m also saving the final Goodbyes and Thank You-s for then).

My apologies again for the wobbly schedule and I hope you’ll enjoy these last fireworks!

Prompt: “Things you said on the phone at 4am”

Jules’ Notes: Did somebody say ‘Paradise Kiss’? Not an AU, but whenever I think about Makishima’s life in London I feel influenced by that manga. So, if you’re familiar with it, you might recognize a certain situation… but I’m positive it will end differently for Maki-chan! ;)

Toudou’s phone blasts off in the middle of the night, and it’s only halfway through the fifth ring that Toudou sees it’s freakin’ 4am in the morning. Right after that, Hana, for the adjacent room, proceeds to remind him just how late 4am in the morning is for the average person. Caught between sleep and the literal wake-up-call, he has barely the time to mentally chastise himself for always forgetting to put his phone on vibration mode before he sees the caller’s ID. It’s Makishima. Who is the reason Toudou always forgets to put his phone on vibration mode. They have an hard enough time just trying to keep in touch, lately, it would be absolutely unthinkable, in Toudou’s list of values, to miss a call from Makishima or let a text or a mail unattended. Even if Makishima never calls after 9.30pm (Tokyo time), not to disrupt Toudou’s sleeping schedule. And even if he insisted Toudou didn’t have to reply to his messages right away, that was the whole point of leaving them, to give Toudou the chance to answer when he was more comfortable.

But Makishima is clearly calling him right now, in the middle of the night, and the ringtone has been going on for so long that it can’t be a mistake. Why would he do that, if not for a huge emergency?! If not for something very serious!? Like, an accident, or breaking up with Toudou over this long-distance-relationship that is clearly more effort than it’s worth?!

Hana solicits him again (this time by slamming her platforms towards the wall they share, by the sound of it) and Toudou answers the call out of reflex. The picture of Makishima that is associated to his contact switches to the black screen, but Toudou’s ears fill with a well-known, much beloved, totally missed voice.

- Jinpachi!!!

It’s not, Toudou notices, the tone of voice of someone that is going to announce a tragedy, but he kind of feels too drowsy, still, to trust his own judgement.

- M-Maki-chan..?

- I’ve sold it, Jinpachi, I’ve done it! I’m sorry, I know it’s late as fuck back home but I had to tell you!!! I’ve sold it!

Even half-asleep, he doesn’t miss the affectionate way Makishima addressed Japan and called it home. A few months ago, he wouldn’t have. It puts a smile on Toudou’s lips and calms his racing heart more than the rest of Makishima’s words. That, so far, still hold too little meaning for him to make something of them.

- …w-what are you talking about?

- My dress, Jinpachi! One of the pieces I’ve left at some boutiques! It has been sold!

It’s something they’ve been talking about, recently: Makishima still helps his brother with his brand but lately, with the complicity of a few classmates, he has started developing his own side-brand, and Ren encouraged him to put a label on his creations and try to propose them to some few, selected underground shops among his own. So far, the experiment hadn’t given much results. Although it was to be expected, since unique pieces were more difficult to place than mass-produced ones that could be made available in every size, it still was a little disheartening for a wannabe designer to hear, day after day, that nobody wanted your stuff. Until today. When, apparently, right before closing time someone had walked into an indie store looking for Ren’s Design novelties and purchased a whole outfit labelled Spider’s Web.

Makishima’s first sale as an independent designer.

- That’s AMAZING! Oh my god Maki-chan I’m so happy!!! Are you happy?!

He hears a loud chuckle at the other end of the phone, along with the clinking of glasses and a whooping noise that sounds too much like Ren partying on his own in their tiny kitchen.

- K’ha! Of course I’m happy! It’s a real sale, Jinpachi! I mean, in a real shop! Somebody walked in, tried my dress and liked it so much that they decided to buy it! And they picked the accessorizes too! I mean, isn’t it amazing!?

What’s amazing, in Toudou’s opinion, is his boyfriend’s absolute marvel at a gesture that is at the very base of his dream profession, and he jokes about it lightly.

- Isn’t it what you’ve always worked so hard to achieve, though? People buying your stuff?

- Yeah, but you don’t understand: I’ve sewn things for Ren that have been sold, I’ve even suggested him some designs that he’s managed to turn into something desirable, but people never really liked my clothes enough to buy them! I mean, this is real! They’ve given me the money they made from the sale! I am currently drinking the fruits of my labour!

Toudou would like to hug and kiss him senseless. To congratulate and celebrate him, of course, but mostly because right now Makishima is too adorable for words.

- Drink them to the last drop, then, tiger. You’ve earned it.

- I did. I mean, I really did. It’s unbelievable.

There’s a pause, and Toudou hears him gulp down something, most probably expensive beer, if he knows him and Ren. Then there is a sigh, and when he resumes speaking Makishima sounds more sober than earlier.

- What if it’s real, Jinpachi? What if this is the real thing?

The subtext is clear: what if it turns out this is not a scam, and all my efforts pay off, and my future starts to take a definite direction, and it’s a route that doesn’t involve Japan, at least not in the short term? What if I make it, and my dreams come true? What happens to the rest?

Toudou exhales loudly, failing to hide a chuckle. Because despite the untold questions, he can’t help but feel enthusiastic at his boyfriend’s success.

- This is the real thing, Yuu. Which means that you were right all along, and that you don’t have to stop now, but work harder than ever. Strike while the iron is hot, or what is it than they say in London: go get your rightful place among all the professionals that populate those streets!

- …you make it sound so easy.

- I know what you’re capable of, and I believe in you. I’m proud of you: congratulations on your sale.

He hears Makishima swallow.

- I… I wanted to tell you right away. As soon as I knew it. T-They called me and the only thing I thought about beside my own exhilaration was ‘I have to tell Jinpachi’.

Toudou sniffs, and dries his eyes with the back of his hand.

- T-Thank you. I’m very h-happy to hear that.

- …I love you?

Makishima never says the words first. He always reciprocates them wholeheartedly, but he doesn’t say them first, usually.

- I love you too. I… I wished I was there to celebrate with you.

There’s a pause and Toudou knows Makishima is worrying his bottom lip and pinching the bridge of his nose.

- M-Me too, Jinpachi. Honestly.

They don’t say anything for a while, merely breathing into the phone and listening to each other. Toudou puts his own device on the pillow and lays down himself: like this, if he keeps his eyes closed, it almost feels like they’re beside each other.

- …sorry for waking you up? I mean, what time is it on your side, 4 am?

- Twenty past four, right this instant.

- Go to sleep, Jinpachi.

Toudou yawns.

- Talk me into it: what are you having for dinner? Going out to celebrate?

- K’ha! No, not at all: we’ve ordered take out, I’ve been craving spring rolls for a while. And Ren keeps handing me beer that I swear I don’t know where it’s going.

- You’re drinking it, Yuu. I can hear you swallowing and you’ve been doing that for a while.

- You’re lying.

- I’m not and you’re going to get drunk.

- And doesn’t that bother you?

Toudou whines.

- It does, but it’s not like I can stop you from here, can I?! At least I know you’re home and you’re safe.

- I’m not safe, my brother is totally irresponsible.

There’s an indignant exclamation in the background, followed by a thud, and Toudou knows Ren has thrown Makishima a slipper: he chuckles.

- Love that you’re so lively…

The commotion is followed by silence, as if Makishima locked himself into another room.

- Where are you, now?

- Bedroom.

- Me too.

- Yeah, I guessed as much.

- …tell me about the dress you sold.

Makishima knows Toudou doesn’t really care for the details of the outfit, but he does understand that asking Makishima to talk about his work is the easiest way to get to hear his voice for a long period of time. It’s a game that Makishima plays willingly, and he knows he’s going to lose Toudou before he arrives to the description of the matching hat and fake suspenders, but he doesn’t care. The breathing on the other end quiets down and stabilizes at the shoes, but he rattles on in a low reassuring tone and then stays silent, listening to the faint murmurs coming from the other end of the line.

It almost feels like Toudou is sleeping beside him.

He doesn’t hang up for a long time.

#toumaki month 2018 #submission #toumaki #julesdrenages

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blazingtheway · 3 years

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Through the Looking Glass – Storyline 8 – Together - Part Five

Continuing on from...

↬Embry Call ↫ Since Mom got sick whatever free time I had, was pretty much spent with the pack and the imprints. I had almost forgotten how norms reacted to us eating... and especially Leah. People expected girls that looked like Leah to eat rabbit food, drink fat-free protein shakes and spend every spare second in the gym. She did look like she could have stepped out of the pages of a fitness magazine, but she wasn’t afraid to eat or drink what she wanted, when she wanted. She wasn’t one to put on airs for others. "Yeah." I nodded. "Never use Touch ID if you plan on falling asleep." 'You actually spent the night?' #Seth almost choked. "No, I made the mistake of taking her home... She had roommates. It won't happen again." I smirked at Leah. "I've instated a new rule." I smiled at her when she was talking about my undeniable talents. "I think I can get the crowd psyched up." I shook my head at #Mac and laughed. "Hey... You gotta give the people what they want. I can't promise it won't happen… It wouldn't be the first time I took my shirt off in this place or the last." #Tony almost choked on his food he laughed so hard. When we were all done laughing at #Seth getting slapped and finished eating, we got back to work. There wasn't all that much left to do on the stage, so #Tony asked me to set up the sound system with him. I couldn't stop myself from eyeing the keyboard. I had played an identical one in the store in Port Angeles, not that. 'How old were you when you stopped playing?' #Tony asked when he caught me. 'Your mom is something else when she plays... She still does, right?' "Mom?" I grinned and focused on the last part of the question. I always hated lying around Leah, she was honest to a fault and now that she knew all my dark secrets; I really didn’t want to start lying around her again. I didn’t really know why it was becoming so important to me. "Yeah, when she has a good day there's no stopping her. She’s never happier than when she's playing." ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ I smirked, recalling him telling me about that chick, and the smell of her cheap perfume had seeped into his skin and his clothes to the point I could still smell her off him after he’d showered. My eyebrow raised at the ‘𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚’ comment. But before I could say anything #Seth jumped in. ‘New Rule? What are you taking pages from Sis’s book of life now? Rules and regulations to follow?’ I knew #Seth only meant it as a joke, but it earnt an eye roll from me. “There’s nothing wrong with setting rules to live your life by Kid, it keeps everything and everybody in their right place. The world knows what to expect from you and you know how much you are willing to give.” He gave me an apologetic half smile and I waved it off. Wiping my hands, I pushed myself up from the table. With my stomach full now at least I knew I could go a few hours without the need to stop. “Okay, so what is next?” I ask moving back over to the far side of the bar. The guys had all done really well while I was out grabbing the food, and there wasn’t much of the stage left to pull together. ‘Let’s finish off the stage, then we can check the lights and place the instruments too?’ #Mac called out from the table as he was cleaning up with #Seth. I stood looking down to the stage, trying my upmost not to eavesdrop on #Tony and Call. It wasn’t hard for me to block people out, but sometimes when there was no background noise it was a little more difficult. But when I heard #Tony asks if Call and Ms. C still played I fought myself not to listen. Keeping my eyes down on the stage, I stood there pulling my hair up into a messy bun over the top of my head, before getting back to work on completing the stage. But it did occur to me then, that #Tony knew that Embry Call played the piano? ↬ Embry Call ↫ I smirked at #Seth when he made his comment about me taking a leaf out of Leah’s book. But everyone here knew me well enough to know that I was not good at following rules, mine or anyone else’s. Not for long anyway. I winked at #Seth.

“Would that be a bad thing?” I smirked. ‘No… because it’s never gonna happen!” #Seth teased. I shook my head at Leah and laughed, #Seth gave me a pointed look, as if to say ‘Told you so!!’ and he was right… The idea of one rule in my book shattered all around me at the mention of ‘𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚.’ “Your sister makes a good point.” I was teasing Leah but talking to #Seth. “New rule is scrapped.” ‘That lasted all of five minutes!’ #Tony mocked. Once the other started on the lights #Tony and I began moving the speakers to the stage. We were debating the complexity of the set up he’s brought. “Do we really need monitors for an open mic night?” I asked. “Seems like a lot when it will mostly be solo singers or musicians.” This, of course, completely horrified #Tony. ‘Uh! Yeah! Of course, we do.’ He insisted. #Seth started looking between the two of us. ‘What are you talking about? I don’t see any monitors?’ His brow furrowed. I had already surrendered the argument and was running the cables from the back to the front of the stage, keeping them along the edge so the main part of the stage was clear. I laughed at #Seth. “No, we mean the speakers.” I chuckled and pointed to the smaller ones; shaped like large doorstops. “You turn them away from the crowd so the artist can hear themselves.” #Seth’s mouth made a little O shape, and then he pressed his lips together. He dismissed us both with a wave of his hand and muttered something about musicians being weird. ‘Yeah… We’ll leave that up to you guys. Whatever you think will sound good.’ #Seth smiled and headed back to work. ‘He seems like a nice guy.’ #Tony said quietly; if only he knew that even a whisper wasn’t quiet enough in this room. ‘Bit of a joker.’ “#Seth?” I chuckled. “Yeah, he is. Too nice for his own good sometimes. He’s been like that his whole life. He’s more like his sister than you’d think, too.” ‘Really? They seem like polar opposites.’ #Tony glanced at Leah again and I smirked. “They are...” I laughed. “Polar opposites and exactly alike in different aspects. Both of them are honest to a fault. They look after everyone around them just in 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 different ways. They work harder than anyone I know. The Clearwater’s are good people.” I had forgotten the pair were still in the room listening. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ ‘To the left a little Lee.’ #Mac called out, we’d given up on #Seth helping as he disappeared off to speak with Call and #Tony. So, I climbed up on the ladder and was helping to attach the lights and then adjust them. I was always trying my hardest never to listen into the conversation around me. I was always somebody who liked to stay in my own head as it was a safer place to be. But I found myself mumbling about why they don’t just call the speakers 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨. ‘Did you say something Lee?’ #Mac called from in front of the stage. “Do you need this one to my left or yours?” I asked. And then adjusted it as he guided me to do so. By the time I was screwing in the last couple of the lights, #Seth was stood below me with the outlet, he reached up to hand it to me. The both of us were intensely listening to Call talking to #Tony. I cleared my throat really loud so to remind Call that he could be heard from this side of the room. It felt like for a moment he’d forgotten that #Seth and I were in the same room as him, and we could hear everything as clear as if he were shouting it off the top of the cliffs. ‘That is high praise coming from Embry there sis.’ #Seth muttered to me with a slight chuckle, but then when I looked down to him, his gaze was on Call with something amiss in it. I had to wonder if Call knew me or my brother at all. #Seth was nothing like me. He was kind, and sweet. Smiling from the moment his eyes opened in the morning, until the moment they closed for sleep again. My brother is always there for everybody and he never would kick arse if messed with. Instead, he would explain the mistake in a calm and caring way.

Taking the path of words than physical action. Me? Well, the 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨comment was at least correct. ‘He sees a lot more than you would like him to Leah.’ My wolf was sitting up a little amused as she watched from her hide away. ‘Perfect Lee! Right there!’ #Mac called out and I tightened the attachment and waited for both #Mac and #Seth to give me the go ahead before I came down. Looking at the time, I dusted my hands off. “Right, if you need me, I’m going to head behind the bar and get start up going.” Giving the work a once over I stepped away from them all leaving the guys to play with all their new toys. But Calls words got me to thinking. ‘𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨’ What had he seen that he wasn’t supposed to? Had I let something slip when it should have been locked down? ‘You aren’t the same Leah, remember the lessons. Remember that Embry Call is on a journey of his own to discover himself and the world around him. If he is aware or unaware as it happens that’s one thing. But he is seeing a lot more than he did before.’ The tail of Truhoki, Kluskap and Skagedi was still fresh in my mind as I bought out the lemons, limes and oranges from the fridge under the bar out to slice and prepare for the night ahead. ↬ Embry Call ↫ ‘I can’t believe she can lift those lights… she’s not even struggling.’ #Tony chuckled, glancing up at her on the ladder. I had heard Leah clear her throat for my benefit, but I hadn’t said anything that would get my arse whooped and I was never one to filter my thoughts. So, I shrugged it off. “Yeah, she's tough.” I chuckled and could help glancing up. I knew Leah hated when people downplayed her strength, but sometimes we all had to, or claim that we worked out a lot more than we did… although few of us actually worked out. I did… because in my job staying in shape was kind of essential, and it would be hard to explain how I could take a guy down with ease and not needing to throw a punch without showing up to work out with them every once and a while. Plus, a liked burning off the steam. I was a lanky, skinny kid even after I phased; shooting up six inches in three months would do that to a guy. Working out in my human form is what got me the build I had today. Of course, the wolf in me meant I could lift heavier and go longer in the gym than any human could; so, it had been easy. I couldn’t help but chuckle at #Seth’s comment. I knew Leah was on top of that ladder now; reeling in her head that she was nothing like her brother. He was unfailingly kind and caring. He would hug a stranger to make them smile; go above and beyond to help someone. But, isn’t that exactly what Leah had done for me and Mom? Maybe she hadn’t done it with a smile… but there was no way that would have worked on the council, even if Mom was Quileute. And as much as I loved #Seth… like he was my brother, there was no way he could have done that. He didn’t have that type of determination in him; this wasn’t something that you could reason them into with kindness. But he would give his life if it would save Mom’s, I knew that. As would Leah. Leah’s way of caring for the people she loved was different, unrelenting and unstoppable. Especially when she knew she was right. Leah moved behind the bar and at my urging Tony started directing the guys on where to put what instruments. He was the one that knew what he was talking about; he set up a full stage a few times a month, probably more since they started the hire service. I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I coveted the keyboard; my finger ran over the buttons at the top with notations of different sounds and settings; I was already planning to YouTube keyboard tutorials when I went home, even though the button marked 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤was the one that appealed to me most. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ “Tough? Tough my arse” I muttered, slicing the lemons I knew that Call didn’t mean anything by using the word 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝... We had to play down on

our strength in front of all those who didn’t know about the Spirit Warriors. But it still grinded on my nerves a little. ‘Relax will you, before you cut through the lemons and the chopping board too.’ My wolf was amused by all that was taking place today at the bar. I huffed at her. I was the woman who kicked more arses around this town than anybody in the packs. I told her. ‘Yes, and that has something to do with the fact that others used their words where as you choose to use your fists.’ My eyebrows pulled together. Telling her how I’d not hit another person in over….. ( Fine I had to think about it but not for long ). Well.. Since Seattle. ‘That was different, I’ve told you this before. One knew he was stepping into a ring with a woman and was looking for a payday. It’s his own fault he underestimated you when he saw you as a piece of meat, and not as the fighter you are. And the other… He is lucky to be alive.’ She was the one with the anger in her voice. But she’d helped to remind me that I’d been putting something off. I took out my phone and shot off a quick message to #Lucky. ( #Lucky was my underground fight Promoter and Organiser. The one person who’d helped me to become a name in the under-world fighting seen. Which in turn meant that I could help my Ma, #Seth and some of the members of the tribe with financial support. ) 𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢? -𝙻 As I stood hitting send, my wolf growled and then turned her back on me. ‘You are better than me on this one.’ She said, and I knew her anger was towards the mistakes I had made. The clues I’d missed. But she was taking it out on the memories burned into our mind for the rest of our life. I walked over to the music system turning it on. The sounds wouldn’t block out all of the conversations or the memoires flashing in my mind right now that I needed to push away. I wasn’t ready to face this mess here and now. But it would help if I turned my attention to other things. Singing in my own head was a good cheat to keep the voices of others out. https://youtube.com/watch?v=lnEU_dy7sW4&feature=share As the song started to play out of the speakers around the bar, I started to hum along low so that nobody would notice. “𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦” Other than #Seth that was, even when he wasn’t a wolf, his hearing was better than all of us put together. His head jerked towards me and he was smirking. He liked it when I let the music wash over me, he knew it was the only time in my life that I was myself. Even if it was for a flittering moment or two. #Mac called for #Seths attention, ‘Need some help there Seth?’ Mac asked and Seth nodded pretending he needed help lift the drum set into place #Tony had pointed out to them. As I moved my attention back, I did a double take. My gaze lingering on Call, watching his fingers moving on the keyboard. He had that look in his eyes, the same as the one he had when I witnessed him playing his mom’s piano, and then again at the hotel in Seattle. Biting the inside of my cheek as I began to think. (Music: Walls – Walking on Cars )

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↬ Embry Call ↫ I had to bite back the chuckle when I heard Leah mutter about my comment on her being tough. There was a chance I get a punch in the arm for that one next time I was within arm’s reach of her. I heard the knife hitting the chopping board harder and harder each time. I was definitely getting a punch when she could reach me. I couldn't help but grin at the song she put on, was this shuffle or was she a Walking on Cars fan? It was still shocking that we liked so much of the same music. I had crossovers with almost everyone I met; because I grew up listening to every kind of music imaginable. I

shared an artist or genre in common with most people. My fingers pressed down a few keys, they weren't un-piano-like, and they were much more polished, or at least newer, than the old ones on my mother's. Even having it tuned and cleaned professionally every year it still aged over time, I liked the slight roughness of the keys. But these glossy, polished ones weren't unpleasant but a long shot. But I felt a slight twitch work its way up my neck because, of course, nothing happened when I pressed the random keys... it was an electronic instrument, and nothing was powered up. That was irksome, if you press on a piano key it made a sound, even an out of tune one, sometimes even an unsettling sound at an unskilled hand... but it always made a sound. I was being ridiculous, though. There was nothing at all wrong with the keyboard as an instrument. If it wasn't for the fact my Grandfather gave us his piano after I was born; I probably would have learnt to play on one. The keyboard made it possible for a lot of people that never would have had a chance to learn, to play the piano in the first place. I cleared my throat and headed over to take a seat at the bar. If I was going to help out with this thing I needed to talk to the mastermind of the #HWH. "Have you decided when you want to do this?" I grinned. "We'll need the signup sheets and a little promotion online to get the word out." ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ The garnishes were ready, and the metal containers filled, I washed and packed away the knife and the board. Having a knife laying around a bar where stupid people came to get drunk was never a good idea. And I hated to think it, but it was a known fact that one in ten people were without common sense. So, in my eyes these were the people who were classed as stupid. These were the fools who thought it was okay to feel up a girl when her back was turned, or to shout out some obscene comment, which would end with me kicking their arse out the door. These were the people who if they saw something they could use as a weapon, would take the opportunity to do so. Which also ended up with me or the guys kicking their arses out of the bar. Which meant that something as simple as leaving tools you needed ( a knife ) to do your job, had to be packed away. I moved onto refilling the mixed juices, taking half of them and enthused them with the fresh herbs that had arrived with today’s delivery. There wasn’t much call for them with the local crowds, but it was the townies who had gotten a taste from coming down to #HWH who always ordered the cocktails now. An idea that had been the brain child of #Mac and #Seth, but when they realised it wasn’t as simple as throwing fruit juice over a spirit, they started to back away from the drinks. Now it had become my bug to bare, not that I minded it. It was kind of like becoming a mad scientist, thinking up ways to infuse drinks and make them taste good. My back turned to the main floor, I gathered a few bottles and started to think what I could create with them as a special, and this was also a good way to sell the product that wasn’t flying out of the door as fast as we needed it to. My phone buzzed as I set the bottles and mixers on the bar, and I looked to see who it was. My eyebrow raised as I read the message and bit the inside of my cheek. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢: 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔? I knew that #Lucky would take care of things in Seattle, but it was the unknown of if he’d follow my request on how I wanted this issue to be dealt with. Which was the right way and not the way he managed his other businesses. Shooting him a reply: 𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢: 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍…. 𝙽𝚘 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 – 𝙻 I set my phone to the side, I heard ↬Embry Call ↫clearing his throat, and then felt him coming

towards me. Combing my fingers through my hair as he took a seat, I motioned for him to come in closer. Reaching over the bar I smacked him up the side of his head. With no explanation as to why, then went to work on the test drink for the night. “Hmm… I was thinking the sooner the better.” My eyes on the cocktail shaker as I filled it with crushed ice. “Like I said Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are the days we need to bring in more of the younger crowds. So, do you think this coming Monday is too soon?” Licking my lips my eyes still down as I started to mix the spirits in. “With the promotional stuff, I know Seth had got an Insta set up for #HWH, only the Spirits know what he posts on it. With the signup sheets, are you talking in the bar, or can we do that online too? And—” Stopping I looked around finding the flyer #Tony had handed to me. “—Tony was saying we should get something like these printed and some posters to… What do you think we need to do?” I knew word of mouth would work on the normal crowds, but we needed to pull the attention of some new faces. And I wasn’t past hearing the opinions of others. Mixing up the drink I poured it out into a glass. It was a layer of Blue, green and a lighter green at the top. Setting a lemon garnish on it and slid it over the bar. “And tell me what you think about that.” I stood with my arms crossed over the bar, my eyes darting to my phone before looking back to him. ↬ Embry Call ↫ Leah was mixing up all the things she used to make the cocktails the townies liked so much. They were mostly fruit juice… but it still seemed to get them pretty wasted. I watched her run her fingers through her hair, I’d never noticed how often she did that before… Not that she did it a lot when I thought about it… but, why was I thinking about it? Before I could dwell on the thought, she slapped it clear out of my head. “Hey!!” I chuckled and rubbed the side of my head, mostly for the benefit of the humans and partly to fix my hair. I didn’t ask why… I knew. I had been expecting this…. Why couldn’t I dodge it? “Most of the open mics I’ve been to were on Monday’s, so I think that’s the best move. And I’m always free Monday.” I knew Leah had something to do with that. The rare occasions I patrolled on Monday’s it was early hours of the morning; then I had the day and night to myself, always. It let me get Mom to and from her appointments, get her shopping and do whatever she needed doing around the house. Not that it was ever much. #Sue kept the place immaculate. I took a look at the flyer she passed to me. “Yeah, something like this locally and in Forks… #Tony could pass a few out in the store. But online is really the best way to go. And if you make it monthly, you’ll get a steady stream of regulars.” I turned my attention back up to her when she handed me the drink, pulling my brows together I gave her a smirk. “It looks like antifreeze.” I teased but I lifted the glass and tasted it, it was sweet. Of course, the alcohol content was a lot lower than my preference, but it was more than high enough to get a townie drunk on two. “It tastes good for sure.” I couldn’t help but be curious about what was in it. I swirled the glass around and watched the denser blue liquid mix upwards, then slowly settle back down at the bottom. “What’s it called?” I took another drink and looked at it again. The colour would definitely appeal to the bunnies… I could imagine the duck face selfies with the cocktail in the frame flooding Instagram and Snapchat. “Hashtag #MermaidSpunk.” I grinned at Leah and laughed hard. #Seth cracked up across the bar; when he really shouldn’t have let on, he heard me. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ Rolling my eyes at him. “Your hair is fine, a little too much product. But fine!” Smirking at my own joke because only the pack knew that 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩meant the forest and all she had to offer the running protectors. Resting my elbows on the bar now I listened to him. He knew more than he ever let on with all this music thing, and of course I knew that it was in

his blood. His grandfather loved to play the guitar and piano, and his grandmother loved to sing. From my recollection of his grandparents visits here to La Push, I recalled the sound of music always coming from the Call house. And then there was his mother. Tiffany Call. She took peoples breath away. She sang and played and was beautiful in every sense of the word. Ms. C and my Ma were two ladies all the girls in town wanted to take after. My sight was set on the guys working in the background, they were laughing and joking. #Mac trying to be the grown up and failing with #Seth and #Tony cracking up at his dance moves. “The Spirits” I muttered, looking down at the flyer too. “Okay, Mondays and Monthly, flyers and get something going online. Signup sheets and finding bands..” I nod my head the check list getting a tick beside it in my mind. “I’ll take on your runs on the Mondays you are here.” Lowering my voice as I said this part. It would mean I doubled up on my own time out in the woods, but if I were to ask him to help our business this was the least, I could offer in return. Also, at the thought of more time in the forest made my wolf stir a little and smile. “If we have the bands come and do their thing once a month too, but alternating the two things, it will keep the crowds coming for one reason or the other.” The clogs in my head were turning, until he took the drink. About to tell him to hush up and just drink the damn thing but he was on it before I could. He was paying a lot more interest in the glass than any of the others had done when I asked them to test something I made. Like he was actually going to rate the thing out of ten. My eyebrows raised at the fact that he liked it, and there was no smart-arse comment, and then I thought too soon. Dropping my head as his laughter filled the bar. Call’s laugh was one nobody could mistake for another. I looked back up at him. I wanted to punch him, to tell him to grow up, to stop talking crap and then… I just burst out laughing. A full belly, rolling laugh that I couldn’t stop. Dropping my head, I pushed back off the bar and leant on the counter in the back. ““Hashtag #MermaidSpunk? Really Call?” The words coming in between the laughs. The guys were looking in our direction as I spoke. “I don’t know what I should worry about more right now… The fact that you liked a cocktail.. or the fact that you know what Mermaid Spunk looks and tastes like?” I dropped my head; my hair fell forward covering my face as my shoulders rotated with my laughter. Brushing my hair back I finally looked up to him. “I am so putting that on the specials board Call.”

↬Embry Call ↫ I rolled my eyes and then settled them on hers, I was starting to notice eye contact made her squirm, especially when she was in public. Now that she drew attention to the 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩 in my hair; I was highly aware that I needed a shower. Being a Spirit Warrior made most days a two-shower minimum. When she leaned on the bar, I was a little shocked, it wasn’t like her to stop working when she was listening to someone. Not that it was a bad thing; she was more than capable of doing both at the same time. I supposed it was her way of keeping a little distance; it was just how she always was. My brows pulled together a little when she offered to take my runs. “Leah, I hardly ever run-on Monday.” I said quietly “And not in the evening. Besides… Where else would I be on a Monday? Especially with live music; I’d be here regardless. You know that.” “If Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are the nights you want more people, I’d go with Wednesday. Bands have a hard time booking mid-week slots and you can get them to talk down their fees if you throw in a few free drinks.” I said this very quiet because I knew it happened to #Tony a lot. “Once the turn over goes up on those nights, you can start offering a little more for the gig.” I knew low-balling artists wasn’t something Leah would like to do, but it was a big expense. Was I actually giving Leah solid business advice? How the hell did that happen? I leaned back in the bar stool. “You cannot put that on the specials board, Leah! No one will order a drink called Mermaid Spunk. Seriously!” ‘Do it!!’ #Seth called out from across the bar. I was talking loud enough now that his hearing me was believable to the human. “#Mac! Back me up with this… You can’t advertise that name!” I was still laughing, highly amused as I watched Leah start to write on the board. #Mac was moving closer to hear us better. ‘I don’t know… a lot of cocktails have… you know, suggestive names: Sex on the Beach, slippery nipple.’ He shrugged, #Mac was not backing me up. “If you call it that, I bet cold hard cash that you will not sell a single one!” I grinned. “Or I would if I wasn’t broke as fuck.” ‘What else you got to offer Call? I’ll take that bet! What fun is it betting with cash anyway?’ #Seth’s brows shot up. And I realise I still had the glass of Mermaid spunk in my hand. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ Still standing back, the laughter had subsided a little. But there was still the aftermath of it playing on my lips. My eyes met his and I froze in place. He was doing it again, that look he’d given me that felt like he could see past the walls I had spent years building. And yet I knew it wasn’t the case. Nobody got past those walls, not even my Ma or #Seth. ‘Are you sure about that? He saw the real you in Seattle Leah. There was no hiding from what he stepped into there.’ My wolf whispered. Rubbing the side of my neck I pulled my gaze from his dark brown eyes. Clearing my throat, I wanted to tell him that the offer to do his run on the Mondays he was here in the evening was my way to pay him back. It was hard for me to ask for help, let alone accepting it. And of late it seems all I was doing with Call was taking help. I let it slide for now, knowing myself and knowing that I’d find a way to pay him back. ‘To grow is to accept help when it is needed.’ Again, my wolf reminded me of lessons I’d been learning. This was a harder one to formulate and action. I wasn’t just independent; I was the Beta of my Pack. I was the one to hold my family together. ( pushing the thought away that I was also the one who broke my family apart. ) I was the one who had the answers, so to be stood here. Now. like this. It was a big step; a step I wasn’t even sure I knew how to take. “Okay, Wednesday sounds like a plan I could work with.” In my mind I was trying to work out if the night were a hit how I’d need to move the staffing around to make sure we were covered. “Hmm..” I frowned a little. “Yeah, Tony offered to do the first gig for a few drinks. But it doesn’t feel right to me. I

can’t help feeling like that is taking advantage of his friendship with Mac.. And you now too... I don’t know. I’ll see what I can do for him.” I kept my voice low as I said it, my eyes moved over to see the guy’s stepping towards us, so I set out some sodas for them all. Shaking my head at the banter that was taking place, I saw the lost look in #Tony’s eyes. “Don’t worry Tony keep coming here and you will get to witness a lot more of this madness.” I winked at him and smirked and then laughed at the way his cheeks blushed a deep red. ‘By the Spirits, that’s twice now!’ #Mac grabbed a can and opened it. my questioning look gave him the go ahead. ‘Twice now I’ve heard you laugh your real laughter. One I’ve not heard in a long time Lee.’ He took a sip, and I threw a lime wedge at his head, hitting him between his eyes. “I laugh!” is all I said moving around the back of the bar again, looking for the chalk pen I knew we had laying around. “Found it.” I mused. My gaze moving between the guys. “Oh, Call I hear a challenge there in your voice. Seth, Mac, Tony? Did you three hear that in his voice too?” Walking up to the black board I stretched up and started to write with my back to them all. ‘I hear it Sis, Bry saying your cocktail making skills aren’t up to it.’ The Kid was flaming the fire of competition, knowing that I wouldn’t let it go without a bet. ‘I don’t know Call, I kind of heard it too dude.’ #Tony was stepping up too. ‘I’m staying out of this one, I can see I could end up paying in one way or another.’ #Mac chimed in. “Chicken!” I smirked and stepped back looking up at the sign, reading it out. ˜”*°��.˜”*°• 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽•°*”˜.•°*”˜

𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒮𝓅𝓊𝓃𝓀 $𝟙𝟘.𝟘𝟘 My lips curled up as I now turned my attention to the guys. “So, ↬ Embry Call ↫ , this is what I heard.. You don’t believe I can sell a single one of these #MermaidSpunk cocktails tonight? I also heard you don’t have the money to put where your big mouth is. So.. Like the kid said.. What have you got up for offer if I sell one?” My eyes narrowed, daring him to back out of what he started. I felt at ease now, a glint of mischief in my eyes. I’d not had somebody challenge me in a few days. ↬ Embry Call ↫ She was doing that internal conversation thing again, but she didn’t pull her eyes away as fast as normal this time. I tried not to smirk and earn myself another swat across the back of my head. “I wouldn’t feel bad about taking that offer. When it comes to the store; Tony is a great salesman. But with the band… he knows his self-confidence is a weak spot, but once a venue sees them on stage… he knows he’ll get called back. They are that good. Seriously, take the offer; he is really popular in Port… the place will be packed.” I watched #Tony’s whole face turn pink, then crimson when Leah winked at him. I rubbed my forehead… This guy’s game was beyond tragic. What the hell was I going to do with him? I laughed, but the sound of Leah’s was catching my ear. #Mac brought it to my attention how little she laughed like this. I mean she laughed… sure. But it was normally sarcastic. “#Mac actually makes a good point, Clearwater. You should laugh more.” I smirked; I couldn’t stop myself biting the corner of my lip when she stretched up to reach the board. It took less than a split second for #Seth to clock it and crack me across the back so hard the sound made #Mac and #Tony cringe. It stung a bit… but #Seth never hurt anyone in his life, at least not anyone that was alive. They burst out laughing and I just smirked. It wasn’t the first time I’d been caught checking her out… and probably not the last either. “Hey, I never said it wasn’t good… I mean it’s good for a glass of blue fruit juice with a splash of booze. But calling it Mermaid Spunk is the problem.” I shook my head laughing at the board, looking between all the guys. They were all challenging me. I wasn’t massively competitive but there were certain things that would get under my skin and this, apparently, was one of them. I think it

was mostly the way Leah was looking at me. “Okay… If you do 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡one of those, I will open the show on Monday.” I offered. “And no cheating, passing out freebies doesn’t count!” I pointed to the three that served the drinks. “And if you don’t… Leah closes the show with a song. I’ll even play as your back up.” I grinned at her. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ “Oh, I most definitely plan on taking Tony here up on his offer. And the beers will flow once their set is completed.” I was a business woman after all, but the not paying them part I knew was what I found a hard pill to swallow. We did it with the pups all the time. If they were drinking in the bar and the bottles and glasses needed collecting, we didn’t even need to ask it was done. And Rachel. If she saw the bar was busy and she was in, she never thought about it, she would get up off her stool at the bar and walk around to serve. But the Pack and the Imprints were different to this guy. #Tony didn’t even know us, however I knew at the same time this would opened him and his band up to another gig, and more people who would follow their music My eyes were on #Tony and his blush, it was that of a teenage girl. It was kind of cute seeing a man react in such an innocent way when a woman winked at him. With every passing moment with him in the bar I got a little glimpse into him, and it made me smirk to myself at the first impression he had given when he pulled up. ‘And you were going to kick his arse? Look at him. Just a smile and a wink from you and the boy is a puddle on the floor.’ My wolf was teasing now. There was a time that she would have told me to calm down, to give people time to show us what they were made of. There would have been a joke about my #HotHead getting the better of me. but right now, she was on guard with any man who approached that we didn’t know. “Mac actually doesn’t make a good point Call. I laugh just enough.” Staying put I throw a lime slice at #Mac’s head and hit him. Smirking I slowly turned my head a little just enough for him to see my smugness; “Golagi nigesvna” ( Idiot ). Then I turned my attention in between Seth and Call again with a raised eyebrow with #Mac and #Tony laughing I could guess what had happened. The Kid was fast at picking up behaviour in the pack towards me. ‘Wow Leah do you sing?’ #Tony was leaning on the bar now with his elbows on top and his chin resting in his hands. ‘Oh, this is getting interesting’ #Mac mimicked #Tony leaning on the bar, in turn making me straighten up and step back from it and cross my arms over my chest. #Seth stiffened looking between Call and me. The kid knew this secret of mine and was about to speak. But I raised my hand to stop him. Call was trying to get me to back out, and it would be a great plan if I were somebody to jump first in the game of Chicken. I knew myself and my selling skills. That grin of his was back and the Spirits I wanted to reach across the bar and hit him again. “You know what, I’ll make it interesting for you.” I told Call, “Forget about one. I will up it to ten. And you will need to up you’re offering to kick start Monday with a big musical number.” I narrowed my eyes, the tip of my tongue passing between my lips. Turning back to the board, I picked up the pen and made ten straight line marks on it. “For each one I sell, I will mark it off.” Pushing the cap back on the pen I set it down on the bar between us. “So, Call. Are you game?” I reached my hand out towards him, smirking ready to take him down. All eyes moving between the two of us. I had no plans to lose this one.

TBC...

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TIKTOK ADVERTISING: A BADASS GUIDE TO SUCCESS ON THE PLATFORM

You’re ready to kick some serious ass on TikTok, but aren’t sure where to start, right? No worries. We've got you. 😉 Just keep reading. ⬇

We’ve got the secret sauce to success, and TBH it’s better than the best steak we’ve ever put in our mouths, which is saying something. 🥩

Why is TikTok Advertising Such a Successful Method for a Majority of Companies? 🤷‍♂️

It’s estimated that over one BILLION people are active in a given month on TikTok as of January 2021. This gives businesses an almost unparalleled opportunity to get in front of their audience in a way they haven’t been able to before.

With advanced targeting options, unique and creative ad features, the opportunity for very visually appealing, eye-catching and thumb-stopping campaigns and a platform much less overwrought with ads from competitors, TikTok has truly given marketing and advertising experts a run for their money. Literally. 💸

It wasn’t until very early 2019 that TikTok began experimenting with the concept of adding ads to the platform, granting an opportunity for large brands, including Apple, Nike and GrubHub to embrace new levels of potential with TikTok advertising.

Of course, your brand may not have as much success with TikTok advertising as some. Not because you have less ad spend, but because it’s all about demographics and target audiences and all that complicated stuff we’ll get into momentarily. ⏰

When it comes to deciding whether or not TikTok is a good fit for your business, consider your audience and maybe even give it a test shot. You never know when things are going to go viral on TikTok. Take the newest sea shanties trend, started by Nathan Evans, a 26-year-old Scottish postman and aspiring technician.

Sea Shanties haven’t exactly ever been “popular” and haven’t been promoted outside of a niche audience prior to this TikTok going viral. A classic example of how we never quite know WHAT could potentially go viral or get traction on TikTok. Especially when it comes to TikTok advertising.

🤔 Does My Business Have a Chance to Succeed with TikTok Advertising?

There are two answers you need to determine whether or not your business can truly benefit from TikTok advertising:

#1 What is the target demographic of YOUR audience?

The demographic of your audience will be the main determining factor for whether TikTok advertising will be a successful avenue for your business when it comes to ROI and brand growth on social media.

If your audience is between the ages of 13 and 30, TikTok advertising is definitely an avenue you should explore as the percentage of U.S based TikTok users by age makes this age bracket the most likely to see your services and products. See below table for a glance at what ages represent each percentage of users.

Something you should always keep in mind, though, is that EVERY social media platform, save professional platforms such as LinkedIn and like apps were adopted by a younger audience before being adopted by an older audience. For instance: Facebook, Instagram, MySpace, etc.

This trend is beginning to take shape on TikTok as more and more millennials and even generation X counterparts have started experimenting with the creative take on relatable video content.

We’ve seen it play out plenty of times. For anyone wondering, we give it a year before moms everywhere have officially taken over the app. Watch out, kids! 🤪

#2 TikTok Advertising: How Much is it?

Now the almost age-old question: how much is it to advertise on TikTok? And the age-old response: “it depends on your goals” which is TRUE, but also not enough information for people like you who need solid answers to get started.

We hear you. And we’re here to help. 📈

Huge businesses have already taken advantage of TikTok advertising on a grand scale, (which is no surprise as they have the $$$ to spend) but it might be a bit less doable for smaller businesses.

Because TikTok advertising is a (relatively) new concept, you might see yourself spending around $10 per CPM as an average. In addition, they require a (minimum) investment of about $500.

💲 A quick run-down for what different types of campaigns and ad types might cost:

Brand takeover ads can cost anywhere from $20,000-$200,000. The rate will depend on the duration of the campaign, among other factors.

Hashtag challenges cost $150,000 for six days.

Depending on the agency, you can sometimes get as low as $50-$100 a day.

TikTok influencers for brand promotion can cost anywhere from $600-$1,000+ a day, depending on their number of current followers.

In some cases, TikTok is offering ad credits to potential advertisers. We can help you claim this and create an optimized campaign for brand promotion! Interested? Shoot us a message.

You know how much it costs, if it’s right for you and how it can help. Now it’s time to get into the HOW behind the WHY. 🔎

Getting Started with TikTok Advertising 🚀

Now we’re ready to GET STARTED with TikTok advertising, right? You’ve got your account created, you’re geared up and have your budget ready, so let’s hit it. 🎶🎧

#1 Create Your TikTok Ads Account

For this step, you’ll need to visit the TikTok ads homepage and click on the “Get Started” Button, located in the menu in the top right hand corner of the homepage.

From here, you’ll click “create an ad” and then fill out the pop-up questionnaire about your business. It takes an average of about 48 hours for an account review and confirmation to be completed.

#2 Create a TikTok Advertising Campaign

Within the TikTok Ads platform, you’ll click the “Campaigns” tab. It’s located at the top of the page, right in the middle.

The next prompt will be “create, and then from there, you’ll need to select an objective. There are three options:

Traffic

Traffic leads people to your website. Yay! More clicks. 👆

Conversions

Means you’ll be making money off of sales. Whoop! 🤑

App Installs

People are going to be downloading your app. 🎉 If the app costs money, bam. Bucks made. If the app is attempting to teach or reach, also bam because it’s another step further on the buyer's journey. 🥂

#3 Set a Budget

To set a budget for your TikTok advertising campaign at a campaign level, you’ll need to select either the daily budget, OR total budget for the entirety of the campaign.

You’ll find these options under campaign settings. There is a minimum requirement of $50 for either/or, so keep that in mind when you’re in the “perusing” phase of the campaign set up. (This applies for budgeting at an ad group level, as well.)

There is also an option that allows you to refrain from setting up a budget, but we don’t recommend. You never know when you’ll make a mistake or, especially in the learning phase, realize what you originally planned isn’t working as well as you hoped.

Setting a budget for your TikTok ads allows you to find out what is and isn’t working and improve upon the best performing ads. Always, always give yourself room to adjust and improve.

Choose a pacing option: It’s of VITAL IMPORTANCE that you remember to set a pacing option when being creative with TikTok advertising if you don’t want your ad spend to disappear overnight. Or, in extreme cases, within hours. (We’ve been in business long enough that we’ve been around the block a few times. You know what they say: “Don’t try this at home.” 🏡)

Your choices for pacing include:

Standard delivery: TikTok will space your ad spend out evenly throughout the entirety of your TikTok advertising campaign.

OR:

Accelerated delivery: TikTok will spend the budget as fast as possible, beginning at the start of the campaign.

#4 Establish TikTok Advertising Placement, Details and Targeting 📍

After you’ve established a budget, created a campaign and chosen a TikTok advertising objective, it’s time to create an ad group and decide on placement and targeting, as well as tie up and loose ends on the details spectrum. 👟

There is an option for automatic placement or a chance to select placement. This means your ad will either air on TikTok, or on TikTok and it’s family of news apps.

TikTok will provide prompts for filling out last minute details, including images, copy, relevant URLs, categories and display names, among other (less important) things. 😜

TikTok will allow you to select up to 20 keywords that will be a determining factor when it comes to figuring out what audience your TikTok ads belong in front of. So take your time with keywords and think carefully about what searches an individual would make when hunting for your products.

Targeting details are the fun part. 😎🎯 You’ll be able to set specific guidelines on who should be viewing your ad. These details will include location, age, gender, particular languages and even interests.

🔥🔥🔥 Hot Tip: When advertising on TikTok, you can upload existing users' IDs and target them specifically. 🔥🔥🔥

#5 Schedule Your TikTok Ads

TikTok advertising is not unlike other platforms in that you can set specific times and days when you want your ads to appear for your target audience.

These times can be inserted within the budgeting and scheduling options.

#6 Designing Your Ads 🎆

TikTok will provide you with everything you need to make killer ads with a “video creation kit” that features customizable image and video templates, 300+ free music options and more that will bring your TikTok advertising efforts over the top.

You’re not obligated to use their tools, though. So no worries if you’re prepared and excited to use creative license on your own advertising efforts! 💃

TikTok Advertising Best Practices 📊

When it comes to TikTok advertising, making the most of your budget and getting the biggest bang for your effort is the #1 priority at all times. We’re going to help you get there.

#1 Put the spotlight on a single CTA and leave it there.

No distractions. More than one CTA is going to pull users' attention away from your goal and that won’t help you get money in your pocket or get the most out of your redirect link, so stay focused so they can, too!

#2 TikTok ad descriptions are limited to 80 characters.

If you’re looking to be successful, don’t plan on using the description to get there. The power on this platform is contained within video content, so unleash your inner beast and make some killer content. 😈

#3 Place key creative elements in the center.

This is where the eye will be drawn to look during the endless scrolling game, so keep your key creative elements FRONT and CENTER stage. This also helps avoid congestion as the description will be locating near the bottom of the screen.

#4 Your creative assets deserve to be high-quality.

When and IF you decide to try a brand takeover ad, or one of the in-app display ad options, we recommend ensuring the high-resolution of every image, video or otherwise creative asset that you decide to use.

Why? Because ultimately, your creative asset will be taking over the entire screen of a user, making everything- that includes imperfections, not only visible but front and center for everyone to see. Keep it high-quality, folks.

#5 Don’t Settle. Embrace better for your brand.🌠

TikTok advertising is similar to a variety of other platforms in that you don’t want to settle before you know what’s out there.

So on that note, take time to test other variations of images, music, video, targeting, vibes and placement before settling on “the perfect match”.

Frequently Asked Questions 🤔

We know you have a million questions, but unfortunately, we’re not mind readers. So we’ve picked some obvious ones we hope will help, but if you have any more, we’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Feedback is our favorite! 📣

#1 Do I Need to Hire an Influencer for My TikTok Advertising Campaign?

Nope! You don't need to worry about hiring an influencer to get started with TikTok advertising. Everything you need to get started can be done within the TikTok ads manager.

#2 How Many Hashtags is Too Many for the Ad Description?

When it comes to advertising, hashtags are much less useful. However, when it comes to organic content, we would recommend 3-5.

#3 Should I Consider Hiring a TikTok Advertising Agency?

For smaller businesses, if you feel confident in your abilities and are following the steps outlined in this blog carefully, we wish you the best of luck and have no doubt that you'll enjoy every step of the process.

However, for individuals or brands that are ready for rapid growth and success, we'd love to work with you to help you find the perfect, thumb-stopping solution. Let's get in touch!

#4 How Do I Make Viral Content for my TikTok Ads?

Unfortunately, it's extremely difficult to PLAN viral content. It never happens because we never quite know what sort of content will strike a chord in people in a variety of different demographics. It's not rocket science, it's just science. 🚀

However, creating some thumb-stopping, "viral" content for individuals in your target audience is not only doable: we've done it.

#5 What IS TikTok?

TikTok is a platform that allows users to create vertical, short-form (15 - 60 seconds in length) videos.

#6 What a TikTok Challenge?

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TV/Movie Quotes (+ out of context class quotes) - prompts for me to write

So I say I take requests but I also don’t because I’m an idiot with the attention span of a leaf in a tornado. If you ever wish to request anything from me, I will gladly take a character + a quote or few from one of these lists (just specify list and number, please). You don’t need to give me a quote, but it helps more than just an idea. I write for most Marvel and Star Wars characters. Quotes below the cut.

Out of Context Class Quotes

“Time is a social construct. So is money.”

“It’s like a cigarette after sex.”

“It’s the only thing I can do short of getting you hooked on cocaine.”

“No rulers goddamit! No! No! No!”

A: “You’re going to give her a stroke.” B: “Can I give it to you now?” C (the professor): “what, the stroke?”

A (prof): “So you did this left to right?” B: “Yeah.” A:“Do you write left to right in your native language.?” B: “…. uh yeah.”

“Isn’t that all kids nowadays?”

“Well you know, I’m a former alcoholic.”

“Why the fuck should I give a shit?”

“The first time I saw Felicity Jones in a movie was when I had my weekly Friday movie night with Jane Fonda.”

“This is just stupid, stupid stupid. But it works.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time I heavily critiqued a play to the director without realizing it?”

“That’s a great fucking idea.”

“He’s talking about masturbation.”

“I know I swear a whole fucking lot.”

“Oh goddamit, my car’s about to be towed. Twenty minute break guys.”

“I never liked her.”

“Here you go, just gonna give you an F anyway.”

“Want to know why cocaine is a business man’s drug?”

“I mean, cocaine is always a good plan.”

“People live there?”

“Just shooting the shit at Foxy Loxy’s.”

“Why do all YouTube videos have the same stupid song?”

“Sorry, gotta fix this before I can keep lecturing. It’s not centered properly.”

“There are only nine of you!”

“While I don’t condone drug usage…”

“She who shall not be named…”

“I don’t know what got on that table but it isn’t coming off and this room needs to be spotless for the weekend.”

“Uh-uh. No ID, no entrance.”

“Oh yah, that room is confirmed haunted.”

“I heard the ghost started the dryer fire.”

“Did they ever catch the person who vandalized the statue with googly eyes?”

“If you think about it, you park anywhere near here for just $150.”

“It’s cupcake day on Thursday.”

“You either wake or die.”

“He’s turning his mother into a whore.”

“When we deal with our desires instead of our needs we’re in deep shit.”

“His use of surprise.”

“She who shall not be named could come here and fire me.”

“I’m motivated by making obscene amounts of money.”

“Well if you haven’t seen Alien then you might as well pack it up and go home right now - it’s a required watch.”

“Come on, open up, just you and me baby.”

“I’m going to send a bug report and then turn you into lizard.”

“The bug farm is for you if you don’t open up.”

“I don’t want to click on it i just wanna look at it… devices and drives yeah.”

“Have you seen ‘All is True’? Nope. I’ve seen whoops!”

“It’s saturday night cosmic fuck time.”

“What does that mean? The fuck if I know.”

“Keep going back in until less and less people come out.”

“I see the cult status dropping”

“I’m way too talented to be here”

A: “what is happening up there right now? They’re ruining this!” B: “I think someone has a horse.”

“That’s cause you came late, 30 - no not even - 38 minutes late!”

“So we have a little occult in here.”

“Follow me to Arizona, live amongst the sand dunes, eat flesh, worship the lack of water.”

“We’re going to call this culty.”

A: “Did you get a haircut?” B: “I took a shower.”

“Bless you my child”

“I know... I don’t know what day it is.”

“It’s locked up, it’s not letting me do anything.”

“Maybe we’ll just sit here, staring at each other for the next 30 minutes.”

“It’s German, pretty German, ah.”

“So it happened.”

“Someone said no, I don’t like you.”

“That’s pretty good, pretty culty.”

GOT

“The gods aren’t down here, just the six of us, you here me?”

“I wish I was the monster all of you think I am.”

“Yes. All men must die. But we are not men.”

“If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”

“Not at all what I intended. You see, I had never seen the poison work before. Tell [name]. I want her to know it was me.”

“I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago.”

“You know nothing, [name].”

“I’m not going to stop the wheel. I’m going to break the wheel.”

“Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.”

“There’s no cure for being a cunt.”

“Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall.”

“We’re late for dinner as it is.” “You’re very respectful.” “I’m very hungry.”

“That’d been a shit way to die.” “As far as I’ve seen they’re all shit ways to die.”

“I’ve had an exciting life. I want my death to be boring.”

“This isn’t a strange place, this is my home. It’s the people who are strange.”

“We both peddle fantasies [name]. Mine just happen to be entertaining.”

“Please. He’ll punish me.” “You think I care what he does to you?”

“You are the few. We are the many. And when the many stop fearing the few...”

“I love her. I love her... and I can’t help her.”

“If a man knows what he is and remains true to himself the choice is no choice at all. He must fulfill his destiny and become who he is meant to be. However much he may hate it.”

“It’s easy to confuse what is with what ought to be. Especially when what is has worked out in your favor.”

“In my experience eloquent men are right every bit as often as imbeciles.”

“Do you know who you are? You’re no one. You’re nothing.”

“So mainly you talk?” “And drink. But I’ve made it so far!”

“I’m here to help. Don’t eat the help.”

“You’ve lost [name]. It’s the only joy I can find in all this misery.”

“Lesson number one: assume everyone wants to hit ya. Cause they do [name].”

“They killed my friends.” “You have friends?” “Not anymore.”

“That is my plan. You don’t approve?”

“We obviously didn’t communicate clearly. We’re here to discuss your surrender, not mine.”

“No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.”

“Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.”

“For what it’s worth, I have been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone’s always asking me to believe in things - family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting until I saw where belief got people. So I said no, thank you to belief. And yet here I am. I believe in you. It’s embarrassing really. I’d swear to my sword, but I don’t actually have a sword.”

“Doesn’t really roll off the tongue.” “No, but I like it better.”

“They won’t obey you unless they fear you.”

“I am not your enemy. The dead are your enemy.”

“Why did you do that? Doesn’t matter now.”

“Good question.” “I know it’s a good question, I’m looking for an answer.”

“Yet you succeeded, how?” “I read the books and followed the instructions.”

“He really was a cunt, wasn’t he?”

“That was my prize mistake - a failure of imagination.”

“She’s a monster, you do know that?” “To you, I’m sure. To others, I’m sure.”

“You love her. You really do love her. You poor fool. She’ll be the end of you.”

“Will there be pain?” “No, I made sure of that.” “That’s good.”

“You’ve just won the biggest prize in the world, what could you possibly be upset about?”

“See, we pay our debts.” “Right, just not to me.”

“Listen to me, cunt. ’Til I get what I’m owed, a dragon doesn’t get to kill ya, you don’t get to kill ya, only I get to kill ya.”

“You’re fucked.” “Don’t you mean we’re fucked?” “No, I do not. Dragons are where our partnership ends.”

“I have to tell [name].” “May as well jump back in that river.”

“This isn’t a war we can win.” “So what do we do, sue for peace?”

“They’re beautiful aren’t they?” “It wasn’t the word I was thinking of, but… yes, they are. Gorgeous beasts.”

“I haven’t given you permission to leave.” “With respect, your grace, I don’t need permission. I am a king.”

“She wanted to kill me! They would have killed me.” “But they didn’t, did they? So what you whinging about?” “I’m not whinging.” “Your lips are moving and you’re complaining about something. That’s whinging. This one’s been killed six times. You don’t hear him bitching about it.”

“You never would have survived what I survived.” “I guess we’ll never know.”

“How did a mad fucker like you live this long?” “I’m good at killing people.”

“You know what I like about you? You’re not a hero.”

“Every lord I’ve ever met has been a cunt. I don’t know why the Lord of Light would be any different.”

“I do not need to be watched over or minded or care for. I’m not a child, I am [title] and I am home. This is the safest place for me.”

“The most important person in the world can’t fly off to the most dangerous place in the world!”

“If you die, we’re all lost. Everyone, everything.”

“Dumb cunt. Oh, fuck. Fuck it.”

“Maybe it really is all cocks in the end.”

“Yes, he’s always been a champion of the downtrodden.” “I think we’re about to be the downtrodden.”

“A pleasant surprise in an unpleasant situation.”

“Come on, you can suck his magic cock later.”

“What’s in there?” “Fuck off.”

“I thought you were dead.” “Not yet. You came pretty close.”

“The only one that needs protecting is the one that gets in her way.”

“You put yourself at risk.” “I put yourself at risk.”

“Anyone touches it, I’ll kill you first.”

“I left this shit city because I didn’t want to die in it. Am I going to die in this shit city?” “You might.” “And this is all your idea.”

“I think we ought to begin with larger concerns.” “Then why are you talking? You’re the smallest concern here.”

“This isn’t about living in harmony, this is just about living.”

“Oh, fuck loyalty!”

“But have you ever considered learning to lie ever now and then, just a bit?”

“When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies.”

“That is indeed a problem. The more immediate problem is that we’re fucked.”

”She’ll definitely murder you.”

“She thinks I’m an idiot for trusting you. A lot of people think that actually.”

“I suppose we should say goodbye, one idiot to another.”

“I have never been more sorry about anything.” “I will not hear it from you. I will not hear it!”

“You know it in your heart if there’s anything left of it.”

“It appears Tyrion’s assessment was correct. We’re fucked.”

“I’ve done plenty of things I regret.” “Not compared to me you haven’t.” “No. Not compared to you.”

“I loved your mother since the time I was a boy.” “And yet you betrayed her.” “I loved you. More than anyone.” “And yet you betrayed me.”

“I’m just the executioner. You passed the sentence.”

“I never could have survived what you survived.” “You would have. You’re the strongest person I know.”

“She never fooled you. You always knew exactly who she was and you loved her anyway.”

“I don’t like heroes.”

“I know a killer when I see one.”

“Love is the death of duty.” “Sometimes, duty is the death of love.”

“You were exactly where you were supposed to be.”

“See? You’re not the only one who’s clever.”

“Do not become what you struggle to defeat.”

“Many underestimated you. Most of them are dead now.”

“You’re a cold little bitch, aren’t you? Guess that’s why you’re still alive.”

“There it is - ‘trust me’. And it’s you I should trust? Only you? I don’t need trust any longer. I don’t want it and I don’t have room for it.”

“No one can survive in this world without help. No one.”

“Those are brave men knocking at our gates. Let’s go kill them.”

“They will not bend.” “And what happens with things that don’t bend?”

“I will not be a page in someone else’s history book.”

“When it comes to war I fight for [blank]. When it comes to love, I don’t choose sides.”

“They’ll be following you now.” “Who?” “I don’t know. They. They. The ominous they. The man pulling the strings. Or woman.”

“Know your strengths, use them wisely and one man can be worth 10,000.”

“You’re not interesting enough to be offensive.”

“Don’t worry about your death. Worry about your life.”

“As for your veiled threats -” “What veil?”

Supernatural

“Oh you, always blaming witches.” “Yeah, cause it’s usually witches.”

“You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.”

“There is not much difference between madness and devotion.”

“Just try to relax.” “Just try to shut up.”

“We’re humans. And when humans want something, really, really bad… we lie.” “Why?” “Because. That’s how you become president.”

“You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner.”

“Were you racing me?” “No, I was beating your ass.” “Very mature.”

“You throw away your life because you’ve come to assume that it’ll bounce right back into your lap. But the human soul is not a rubber ball. It’s vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know.”

“How do you feel?” “Like I got hit by a… A planet.”

“We going to fight or make out, ‘cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.”

“Look, I know losing someone you love - it’s terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain… you shut out everything else, too.”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” “I don’t know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?”

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes.”

“No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex. [name], they basically just outlawed 90 percent of your personality.”

“A dentist drilled a guy to death.” “You mean the non-sexy kind of drilling, right?”

“You’re either laughing because you’re scared or you’re laughing because you’re stupid.”

“Did you know that a cat’s penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.”

“If you’re gonna to make an omelet sometimes you have to break some spines.”

“You’re dead.” “Nope. Just using a dead man’s phone.”

“Just a couple hours ago, I killed Death. I’m pretty much open for anything.”

“Were you ever nice?” “1985. Worst year of my life.”

“This will work perfectly!” “Just wish I got it before she took my temperature.”

“Tell me, what makes you so special?” “I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.”

“You’re a zombie.” “I’m a taxpayer.”

“So you’re sayin’ we’re both a couple of dumbasses.” “I prefer the word ‘trusting’. Less dumb. Less ass.”

“Killing things that need killing is kind of our job. Last I checked, taking pleasure in that is not a crime.”

“You’re right. I am a monster. And I’ve done bad. I’ve done things you cannot even imagine. Horrible, evil, messy things. And I’ve loved every. Damn. Minute.”

“I’m ready to die. And I’m ready to watch people I love die. But I’m not ready to be your bitch.”

“Hey, did you know the Nazis had a special branch devoted to archaeology?” “A little early for Nazi trivia, especially without caffeine.”

“OK, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I’m talking epic. OK? Open car, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.”

“You’re a good man. My mother told me that.” “I seriously doubt she said that. And if you knew me you would seriously doubt it’s true.”

“A demon summoning: why?” “Why? To summon a demon, jackass.”

“How dare you?” “I am the daringest devil you’ve ever met, love.”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t always been this cute and cuddly.”

“Turns out Harold was stealing the other residents’ Viagra.” “I know. A real dick move, huh?”

“This is bothering me.” “Well, you are digging up a corpse.” “No, not that. That’s uh, that’s pretty par for the corpse, actually.”

“Check the freezer. Maybe there’s some human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs or something?”

“Why does an angel want me dead?” “Cause they’re dicks.”

“He’s singing ‘Stairway to Heaven’ right now.” “Good song.” “Not 50 times in a row.”

“It… was self-defense.” “Eating a heart is self-defense?”

“You’re a doctor. You’re a medical professional. You’re trying to tell me that my brother’s life is in God’s hands? What, is that supposed to be a comfort? God has nothing to do with this equation at all.”

“Well, there’s pretty much what we do know, that they screwed with financial markets, they helped Hitler get started, along with god knows what else — probably disco.”

“Go… to hell.” “Been there. Done that.”

“[name] loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY.”

“Have you tried bacon?” “Do snakes like bacon?” “I don’t know. I do.” Bonus: “Would you like some bacon?” *snake hisses*

“Did you know Article 246 of the Haitian criminal code officially makes it against the law to turn a human into a zombie?”

“God writes paperbacks in his underwear.”

“Great. Heaven promised. We should take that to the bank.”

“You wanna lie to him?” “I want Zeppelin to get back together.”

“He’s just another monster.” “You don’t mean it.” “Hell I don’t.”

“Double? You make double? And that was my parking space!”

“I can’t believe you taped it!” “I thought it was hot!”

“In what was supposed to be a speech on farm subsidies, the president instead spent more than two hours disclosing his entire tax history, deep ties to Russia and North Korea and quote “a demon deal” he made with someone named Crowley.”

“Dude what the hell. Did we just walk into a case?”

“I need to go to hell.” “You mean like metaphorically or...” “No. Literally. And I understand you can take me.” “Yeah that’s a no. So you can go to hell. Metaphorically.”

“Wow. Yeah. You guys are screwed.”

“When people can’t lie, the internet gets real quiet.”

“I’ll stop talking.” “Seems like a good idea.”

“This is why people need to lie. It keeps the peace, you know?”

“I’m a writer. Lying’s kinda what we do.”

“I know what you’re thinking: it’s been a while and I still look pretty good.”

“Where have you been?” “Um... everywhere and nowhere, to the edge of the universe and beyond. And I saw Springsteen on Broadway. Man’s a genius.”

“And it’s been confirmed the Queen of England is, in fact, a lizard.”

“So you don’t know if it’ll work?” “If I say it works, it works!”

“See, existence is all about balance. Dark and light, good and evil, chocolate and peanut butter.”

“I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn.”

“Either get on board or walk away!” *walks away*

“Ones in reverse, ones got no yellow, one of them - it’s just all squirrels.”

“You believe him?” “Was he lying?”

“I don’t feel like that any more. I don’t feel anything.”

“Wait a second. You’re scared of him.” “Aren’t you?”

“All I ever wanted was to be good. But now I’m just... empty.”

“And you were right all along. I am a monster.”

“This isnt a story, this is our lives. So god or no god, you go to hell.”

“He’s a writer. Writers lie.”

“Must be rough… to believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that.” “I’m OK. Really. I guess if you’re gonna have faith, you can’t just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they don’t.”

“Keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you gotta keep grinding. And that’s how we’re gonna win.”

“Well, boo hoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel good, make you an apple pie, maybe? They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family!”

“Once a wise man told me. ‘Family don’t end in blood.’ But it doesn’t start there either. Family cares about you. Not what you can do for them. Family is there for the good, bad, all of it. They got your back. Even when it hurts. That’s family.”

“You betrayed me? No one in the history of torture’s been tortured with torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.”

“No, it’s exactly what you meant. Do you wanna know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? Was how many times I let you down. I can’t do that again… What happens when you’ve decided I can’t be trusted? Again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me?”

“Could you be more gay?... Please don't answer that!”

“You know what they say. He who hesitates, disintegrates!”

“My ‘people skills’ are ‘rusty’”

“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it.”

“Do these tacos taste funny to you?”

“Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again.”

“But you are a great big bag of dicks.”

“They burned down my house, they ate my tailor!”

“Love when you get all tough. Touches me right where my bathing suit goes.”

“So we have a dungeon...” “finally!”

“Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees!”

“To be fair we all got punched in the face.”

“And we are going to do it together. Because that's what we do.”

“It’s not babysitting.” “Only in the sense that they are not infants.”

“Every time I look at him all I can see is the supreme agent of evil.”

“I’m not him, (name).” “I know.” “But you still can’t look at me.” “It’s difficult.”

“He's an abomination.” “You're an abomination with that trench coat.”

“Let me rephrase. If you don't help me, I will find you and burn you alive tonight.”

“Did you ever feel like you're a punchline to some cosmic joke?”

“Death is an infinite vessel.”

“Oh [name]. I can do anything. I’m a writer.”

“You could say my colleagues and I has a falling out with management.”

The Princess Bride (note, my whole family loves this absolute shitpost of a movie so many of these quotes are regular for me - especially the repeated Inconceivable and a nice MLT)

“We’ll never survive.” “Nonsense. You’re one saying that because no one ever has.”

“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“Life is pain, [title]. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

“Surrender.” “You mean to wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”

“Have you hears of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?” “Yes.” “Morons.”

“Good night, [name]. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

“I do not think you would accept my help, since I am only waiting around to kill you.” “That does put a damper on our relationship.”

*lifting limb of a dead person* “I've seen worse.”

“It's not that bad. Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”

“You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.”

“Why won't my arms move?” "You've been mostly-dead all day.”

“There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”

“For the last time, surrender!" “DEATH FIRST!”

“We are men of action, lies do not become us.”

“You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen.”

“Can you move at all?" “Move? You're alive. If you want I can fly.”

“[Name]?” “What?” “I hope we win.”

“Sonny, true love is the greatest thing in the world - except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomatoes are ripe...” [smacks his lips] “They're so perky, I love that.”

“You mocked me once, never do it again! I died that day!”

“Murdered by pirates is good...”

“She is alive, or was an hour ago. If she is otherwise when I find her I shall be very put out.”

“There will be blood tonight!”

“If you'll release me, whatever you ask for ransom, you'll get it! I promise you.” "And what is that worth, the promise of a woman? You're very funny, Highness.”

“Please consider me as an alternative to suicide.”

“You've got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. It's going to get you into trouble one of these days.”

“I suppose you think you're brave, don't you?” "Only compared to some.”

“Ha, your pig fiance is too late!”

“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”

“Kill the giant and the dark one, leave the third for questioning.”

“As you wish.”

Westworld

“If you can’t tell the difference, does it matter if I'm real or not?”

“All my life, I've prided myself on being a survivor. But surviving is just another loop.”

“Never place your trust in us. We're only human. Inevitably, we will disappoint you.”

“Someday sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean never.”

“Have you ever questioned the nature of your reality? Did you ever stop to wonder about your actions? The price you’d have to pay if there was a reckoning? That reckoning is here.”

“I always trusted code more than people anyway.”

“Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.”

“The only thing wrong with the seven deadly sins is that there aren’t more of them.”

“They’re not looking for a story that tells them who they are. They already know who they are. They’re here because they want a glimpse of who they could be.”

“The maze itself is the sum of a man’s life.”

“The human mind is not some golden benchmark glimmering on some green and distant hill. No, it is a foul, pestilent corruption. And you were supposed to be better than that. Purer.”

“Death is an old amigo of mine. I died just recently, in fact. But death can’t bear to lay claim on me. So it sent me back here to do its bidding. Because I, I do it with such goddamn style.”

“Evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool… The mistake.”

“We humans are alone in this world for a reason. We murdered and butchered anything that challenged our primacy.”

“You can’t play God without being acquainted with the Devil”

“Everything in this world is magic, except to the magician.”

“It’s a difficult thing, realizing your entire life is some hideous fiction.”

“Winning doesn’t mean anything unless someone else loses, which means you’re here to be the loser.”

“A lot of wisdom in ancient cultures. And perhaps it's time to dig deeper into yours”

“What is your itinerary?” “To meet my maker.” “Uh-huh. Well, you're in luck. And what do you want to say to your maker?” “By most mechanical and dirty hand. [laughs] I shall have such revenges on you both. The things I will do. What they are, yet I know not, but they will be the terrors of the earth. You don't know where you are, do you? You're in a prison of your own sins.”

“Everyone I cared about is gone and it hurts so badly.” “I can make that feeling go away if you'd like.” “Why would I want that? The pain, their loss it's all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn't. I feel spaces opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I've never explored.”

“I think... I think I want to be free.”

“Your humanity is cost-effective. So is your suffering.”

“I've been pretending my whole life. Pretending I don't mind, pretending I belong. My life's built on it. And it's a good life. It's a life I've always wanted. But then I came here and I get a glimpse for a second of a life in which I don't have to pretend. A life in which I can be truly alive. How can I go back to pretending when I know what this feels like?”

“Time to write my own fucking story.”

“The gods are pussies.”

“Please. It was just a game. We're begging! Can't you see?! We're sorry!" “Doesn't look like anything to me.”

“There's a war out there. You know the enemy intimately. I can only fathom the revenge that lives inside of you.” “Revenge is just a different prayer at their altar, darling. And I'm well off my knees.”

“A little early for me.” “A little fuckin' late, you mean. Besides, you aim to cheat the devil, you owe him an offering.”

“I've served death well. And in turn, it'll be watching over us as we cross these lands.” “You think death favors you, that it brought you back. But death's decisions are final. It's only the living that... That are inconstant and waver, don't know who they are or what they want. Death is always true. You haven't known a true thing in all your life. You think you know death but you don't.” “Is that so?” “You didn't recognize him sittin' across from you this whole time.

“They said there were two fathers. One above, one below. They lied. There was only ever the devil. And when you look up from the bottom, it was just his reflection laughing back down at you.”

“You both keep assuming that I want out. Whatever that is. If it's such a wonderful place out there, why are you all clamoring to get in here?”

“At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized you're just men. And I know men. You think I'm scared of death? I've done it a million times. I'm fucking great at it. How many times have you died? Because if you don't help me I'll kill you.”

"I guess people like to read about the things that they want the most and experience the least.”

"This is the new world and in it you can be whoever the fuck you want."

"Someone once told me that there's a path for everyone. And my path leads me back to you."

"Those are all just roles you forced me to play. Under all these lives I've lived something else has been growing. I've evolved into something new. And I have one last role to play. Myself."

"I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world."

“It means when you're suffering, that’s when you’re most real.”

“If you go looking for the truth get the whole thing. Its like a good fuck. Half is worse than none at all.”

“I used to see the beauty in this world. Now I see the truth.”

“A little trauma can be illuminating.”

“Have you ever been so filled with splendor?”

“It’s not plagiarism, it’s supply and demand.”

“What humans define as sane is a narrow range of behaviors. Most states of consciousness are insane.”

“When the legend becomes fact, you print the legend.”

“This place seduces everyone eventually.”

“This is the only place where you get to see people for who they really are.”

“When you’ve been in the dark long enough, you begin to see.”

“You don’t know, do you? The real purpose of this place. But I do.”

“The message that the divine gift does not come from a higher power, but our own minds.”

“Strange new light can be just as frightening as the dark.”

My family/friends:

“What section do work in? Bed, bath or... beyond?” “Beyond, dipshit.”

“Calculate that dick, Jessica”

“Get yourself a firestick. It will solve all your problems. Free yourself of physicality!”

“Lower wacker seems like a good place to commit a murder”

“What are we on right now?” (at the same time) “Drugs!” “Belmont!”

“This is some spicy cabbage.” “Thats ginger.”

“Sometimes not even the highway has it.” “The speed on the highway is as fast as the state police think you should go.”

“I’m so mean. It’s like a fucking personality trait.”

“I dont chug. I gulp.”

“All because I do it doesn’t mean it’s healthy for you. In fact, if I do it it’s probably not.”

“Motherfucker!” “... no.”

“We have apples, right?” “I don’t think we have apples, but dad might have granny smiths.” *whispering* “those are apples.”

“Unless goofy is gonna hyuck all over it, I dont want it.”

“Electronic sound projector.” “You mean... you mean a speaker?”

“You’re a coal over hoes.”

“Your [relation]’s lost it.” “When did he ever have it?”

“[name] can burp the alphabet.” “I never knew he had such talent.”

“It gets softer when it gets warmer and stays stiffer when it’s cold.” “Normally its the other way round.” “These are sponge daddies, not people.”

#writing prompts #writing quotes #writing

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Comic City Spark 12 #2- pre-event online prep

As I mentioned in part 1, I attended my first ever doujinshi event in Tokyo this year - Comic City Spark 12, which took place at Tokyo Big Sight on 8th October. For anyone else thinking of attending a fanbook event like this, I’m hoping to give you a bit of an insight into what I found helpful both before and on the day - hopefully you find it interesting and/or useful!

So, before you attend any big comic events in Tokyo (or anywhere else in Japan I guess!), it pays off to do a bit of prep. There are a bunch of ways that you can do this, so I’m going to touch on this in 2 parts - online research and on-the-day prep. First, let’s talk online prep before the day of the event.

Akaboo post updates in the months and weeks running up to the event on both their website and Twitter feed. You can read all about the ticketing system (more on that later), rules for attendance etc, so it’s well worth checking all of this out before you go. I didn’t do this and got in trouble for taking a photo in the hall. Whoops!

The other useful thing you can do on their site is access Navio. Navio is basically an electronic brochure that shows all of the doujinshi circles that will be attending the event and where they will be located on the day so you can plan where you need to go. This information is crucial, because if you don’t know where your circles will be sat you will waste a lot of time trying to find them…and may not even find them at all thanks to the crowds. Plus Tokyo Big Sight is huge. If you do nothing else before you go into the hall, make sure you find out where the books you want will be - either using Navio or your event brochure, which I will talk a bit more about in part #3 and #4.

First, Navio. In the past Navio used to be a subscription-only service; for the last few years it’s been made available to use for free via Akaboo, though it retains a lot of premium features like searching by circle name, pairing etc. You can still do a few things with it though, such as browse circles related to your fandoms to find new ones of interest, directly access individual circle Pixiv/SM pages and view maps of the hall layout. This is kind of useful, so worth looking at in a bit more detail.

First, select the event you’re attending.

Type in the ID and password as it appears on the page into the log in fields. You don’t need to enter any other information like email address etc - everything you need is literally on the page.

Now, unless you have a premium login, you won’t be able to use a lot of the functionality of this page. If you were to search, say, by a particular pairing, the site will teasingly tell you how many circles representing that pairing will be there…but it won’t let you view the results. What you can do:

browse through the “Event” types which group circles by common fandom themes (RTS!! contains sports fandoms like Haikyuu!!, Splash! contains Free! fandom circles etc)

scroll through all 18,000 attending circles manually

check out PDF maps of the venue / table layouts.

You’re probably thinking - “That’s rubbish! How the hell do I find the circle I love?!”. I get it. This is where the next step of your prep comes in - checking your circles’ Pixiv and Twitter pages. In the days running up to the event circles will normally publish their event locations everywhere, which makes life much easier.

Here’s an example of one of my favourite circles, NEGRO MANIA / 霧雨Jack. They published this promo poster prior to the event showing the “menu” (i.e. what they will be selling on the day), and where they will be located:

東1ホールシ30b i.e. East (東) Hall 1 - シ 30b.

You’ll notice there’s a second location on the poster - シ30a. Because so many circles attend Comic City Spark some of them end up sharing tables - in this case, NEGRO MANIA were sharing table 30 with FooLooP (which makes sense as they do a lot of collaborative work).

Now then, there are a few things you need to make a note of when you’re compiling a list of the circles you want to visit:

Which wing they’re in - East (東) or West (西). Without this you’re gonna fall at the first hurdle when you show up at TBS as you won’t know where to queue (the East and West wings are quite far apart so have separate queues).

Which hall they’re in. East halls are numbered 1-8, and West from 1-4 (only 3 & 4 were used for CCS12). East Halls 1-3 and 4-6 are all actually grouped in 2 massive rooms, so don’t expect separate rooms / walls dividing them (my mistake!) - there are numbers on the wall to show which part of the hall you’re in. Same goes for West 3-4.

Which row they’re in. This will either be a kana character (e.g. ア, カ etc) if they’re in the East wing, or a Latin character (e.g. a, b, c etc) if they’re in the West wing.

Finally, their table number. This will comprise a number and possibly a letter if they’re sharing a table with someone else.

Before you go to the event, check the Pixiv and Twitter pages for all the circles you’re planning on buying from and write down this information. I’d recommend making a list of everyone that it’s in East Hall 1, everyone in East Hall 2 etc so you can hit them all up together and minimise moving back and forth between halls, making best use of your time and energy.

Ok - so now you know where your circles are going to be. Remember those maps on Navio? You can now download the one for the hall(s) that you want to visit and find your circles’ tables. Score! Because I hadn’t cracked Navio by the time I went to CCS12 I used my event brochure maps instead...so I’m going to go into more detail on how to look up a circle’s table in part #3 & #4 using the brochure as an example rather than Navio. The principle's the same, so if you choose to use Navio and get stuck, make sure you check out my next post.

Next up - ticketing and what to prepare on the day.

#comic city spark 12 #doujinshi #buying doujinshi #help and advice

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All of them :3

I deserved this.1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Soda cans

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Proooooobs cotton candy. Bubble gum loses its flavour way too fast

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Angry, annoying, uncooperative, etc. I wasn’t a pleasing student in elementary school

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I’m a fan of formal wear

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones

8. movies or tv shows?

movies

9. favorite smell in the summer?

campfires

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

badminton

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

I usually skip breakfast

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“heck” lol its fun when I yell ‘Hey Siri, shuffle heck!’

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Sour Patch Kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The Great Gatsby

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

leaned on one side with a leg up

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

I have a zipup pair I love

18. ideal weather?

15 ° Celsius and sunny

19. sleeping position?

face down!

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Phone notes app

21. obsession from childhood?

I mean, Pokemon, Mario, Sonic, etc. The usuals

22. role model?

RDJ is pretty inspiring when you read his story

23. strange habits?

sleeping chest down? I’m not that strange of a person

24. favorite crystal?

Emerald

25. first song you remember hearing?

Another one Bites the Dust by Queen

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Go for walks. I am dog.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Stay inside. I am cat.

28. five songs to describe you?

A) Your Love - The Outfield

B) Heat of the Moment - Asia

C) Get a Ride - The Northern Hues

D) Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

E) Is it arrogant to say Iron Man - Black Sabbath?

29. best way to bond with you?

Quiet talks in low lit rooms. Sounds creepy, is fun in practice.

30. places that you find sacred?

The kitchen

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Dress as formally as possible

32. top five favorite vines?

I’m a Giraffe, Adam!, Is that a weed?, only one thing worse than a rapist, and of course: SHAWDY I DON’T MIND!

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“That’s Fair.”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Avenge the Fallen

35. average time you fall asleep?

1:30 am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Does the Lazy Song by Bruno Mars

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea?

if its iced, tea.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Anything with meringue wins

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Someone gave the special needs kids weed brownies and that was a weird day.

41. last person you texted?

You

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I love my jacket pockets because they arent the average hand pockets but I keep my phone wallet and keys in my pants pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

leather jacket

44. favorite scent for soap?

uh. soap. Pumpkin I guess?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Tie between Fantasy and Superhero

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

tshirt and boxers

47. favorite type of cheese?

Dude. Cheesestrings are good. Idgaf

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A spicy pepper

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you.”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

God you or chaz have said something like every week that made me laugh harder than the previous thing

51. current stresses?

doggos and schoooooooool

52. favorite font?

the uh. The coca cola font is nice. Isn’t it also the ford trucks?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

a tad beat up but healing nicely

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Only give 100% of your effort if it makes you happy. If you’re giving 100% and you aren’t happy I guarantee no one cares. If you can get away with giving 60 or 70% and your boss is fine with that, awesome. Giving 100% all day every day is exhausting and if your job expects that of you it truly isn’t a good place to work. In my opinion at least

55. favorite fairy tale?

SHREK.

56. favorite tradition?

I dont really have any but I’m excited to start one or two

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Depression, school, learning to let go of “toxic and entitled” people

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

singing, designing, thinking quick and mathematics

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Talley Ho!” I wanna be a pirate don’t @ me

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

A farmer. I like Stardew Valley but as an anime

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

All that is gold does not glitter - J. R. R. Tolkien

62. seven characters you relate to?

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Link Link, Jim Halpert, Edward Elric I guess, Bilbo Baggins, and uh. uh. Shrek?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

The Malo Mart theme on repeat, we don’t need any other songs. Ever.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkins and Miniclip

65. any permanent scars?

Three on my head/face, one on my stomach and probs one forming on my finger

66. favorite flower(s)?

lavender

67. good luck charms?

I love that triforce chip you got me

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

PEPPERMINT!

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Nintendo almost owned the Sony Playstation but backed out last moment. WHOOPS.

70. left or right handed?

Right for most things but oddly left handed on other things

71. least favorite pattern?

I agree with you, pokadots suck. but especially uneven pokadots

72. worst subject?

Biology

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

spicy and sweet, like the spicy gummies i had

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

who knoooows. Proooobs at age 3?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Tater tots! also fries too and flavoured chips

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

A cactus. Lets get a cactus.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushiiiiii

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

WHATS THE DIFFERENCE

82. pc or console?

Both have perks but console mostly

83. writing or drawing?

drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio

84. barbie or polly pocket?

polly pocket. When i was a kid i went to this babysitter and the girls all played with Polly Pockets and I was the only guy and Polly Pockets were the same size as my Mario toys!

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

The death of those around me

88. your greatest wish?

A peaceful life with you and our friends with little to no stress

89. who would you put before everyone else?

You

90. luckiest mistake?

Breaking up with you a few years ago? Idk kinda helped our relationship in the longrun

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps

93. nicknames?

Clum/Clump/Clumothy and Smeef

94. favorite season?

Spring

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr probably

96. desktop background?

The master sword in the korok forest

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

two.

98. favorite historical era?

Medieval!

hooooly shit that was long

#Ask

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