#or preferably someone with a car to drive me around (for free)

[newtness532]

our food took over an hour to come so i didn't have time to eat and i had to take the long way home

#i need a car #or preferably someone with a car to drive me around (for free) #we ordered at 8:40 and it said it would come at 9:40-9:50 but it came at 10:10 #im so hungry #jo says stuff #personal ramblings

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 3: Start Small

Masterlist: Here

CW: Tiniest mention of your toxic ex

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies

A/N: You might be nervous but don’t worry Eddie’s got you also it’s a long one so I split it up into sections and it’ll make sense as you read, enjoy🫠✨

“Good Morning.” “Good Morning…uh you didn’t have to knock on my door you could’ve just honked or-” “honked?…sweetheart I’m not sixteen and running late to school….I’m here to pick you up so that means I knock on the door or ring the bell…whatever you prefer and walk you to my car.” “Oh…Steven just honks…it’s not that big of deal really if it’s easier than getting all the way out-” “it’s not your job to make things easier on anyone…especially Harrington.” “Sorry…I’ll uhm work..on that.” “You don’t have to apologize…so shall we exit the porch now or did you want to stand here for a bit longer?” “Oh yeah yeah we can go…holy shit is that your car?” “One of them yeah…do you not like it? I went with the one that has the smoothest ride…since I know feeling comfortable while inside a car is important to you.” “It’s so…nice I don’t want to like…get it dirty or anything.” “Sweetheart…it’s car…it’s gonna get dirty and that’s fine I’ll just wash it…trust me…there’s nothing you could do that I can’t fix…so please…get in the car.”

“Okay…” “Your coffee is right there…and feel free to change the radio to whatever you want.” “Thank you…oh you don’t care if I touch this stuff?” “Well you’re going to have to touch it if you want to change the station…” “I’m uh not used to being able to mess with the buttons in the car if I’m not driving.” “Please tell me Harrington-” “No no Steven lets me but him and I listen to the same stuff so it was fine…it was uh…my last uhm boyfriend he..didn’t let me control anything in the car.” “Well let’s get this out of the way now okay?…I’m Eddie…or to you I’m sure you’d prefer to call me Edward but either way…I’m not your ex…so whatever he was like and by the sounds of it he wasn’t a very…nice guy…so just know I’m not like him…so feel free to touch all the buttons and change the station..hell roll your window down if you want I don’t care…what’s mine is yours okay?” “Really?” “Yes..that’s a big part of this…type of relationship…whatever I have you also have…and if there’s something you want then just tell me and I’ll do my best to get it for you.” “Oh wow…okay…uh so when you say relationship what uhm…what would I call you?” “What do you mean?” “Like…when you drop me off today and someone asks oh who was that? Is that your boyfriend? What…what should I say? I can’t just be like oh that’s just my…sugar daddy Eddie.” “Yeah that’s sort of a mouthful isn’t it?” “I mean that’s uh just assuming you….you want to be my daddy…sugar daddy…sorry I’m just nervous and you’re…a uhm little intimidating in person but not in a bad way it’s…it’s like in the same way I’d feel around Tony Soprano or someone like that.” “Did you just compare me to a mob boss? That’s the vibes I give off?….if so then me and my stylist need to have a conversation about my wardrobe.” “You have a stylist?” “She does my shopping for me once every two months or so because I hate shopping for clothes….but Tony Soprano…really?” “I mean…you just look like you could easily have someone whacked with the snap of a finger and…yet you also look like you give really good hugs which is important because sometimes a good hug can just fix everything and…and you just…I feel…safe? Even though I don’t really know you…I’d trust you with my drink at a party.” “I’m honored that you’d leave your drink with me at a party and I’m glad you feel safe with me…but you make me sound like I’m some super badass dude…when I’m just a business owner who doesn’t have any mafia connections at all so no matter how many times I snap my fingers no one is getting whacked…” “damn..I was going to give you a list.” “But I have been told I give good hugs.” “That’s good…that’s really good to know….so uhm…how do we actually do this? Do I sign something? Do you want a trial run to see if I annoy you or not?” “I don’t need a trial run…also this isn’t fifty shades of grey I don’t need you to sign anything.” “You’ve seen those movies?” “No I read the books.” “Oh…you…you like to uhm…read? That’s…great.” “So why don’t we start small for now?” “Okay…what does that mean exactly?” “You let me take you to and from work this week and we can get to know each other more and…you let me buy you dinner Friday night?” “Okay that…sounds fine.” “And Friday over dinner we can discus what we both want out of this? Does that sound doable?” “Yes…that’s doable.” “Perfect.”

“Harrington isn’t even here yet and the store opens in five minutes?” “Yeah but that’s fine I have a key and can open the store up.” “By yourself?” “Yeah? I do it all the time.” “That’s…not safe…Steve should know better than that.” “It really is okay…oh are you going to see Dave today?” “I am…I’m actually going to work on him myself.” “Really?” “Yeah I figured he deserved to be worked on by someone that knows his life story…I’m gonna do what I can for him don’t worry.” “Easier said than done…” “I know…oh look who decided to actually show up to work.” “He’s not late so that’s actually good timing for him…so uhm I’ll see you later?” “Yeah I’ll be here when your shift is over.” “So uh have a good day Eddie…” “thanks sweetheart…tell Harrington to call me.” “Uh oh he’s in trouble isn’t he?” “No…not at all…” “what are you-” “you didn’t think I’d let you open your own door did you?” “Oh…uhm well thank you.” “Have a good day…oh and please don’t wait for me outside when you’re done working okay? I’ll come inside and get you.” “Okay…I’ll see you later then…” “Yes…now I gotta go but I’ll tell Dave hello for you.” “Thanks…for uhm…everything.” “You’re welcome.”

#what you deserve series #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #sugar daddy!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson #stranger things series #eddie munson series #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #my little dungeon master baby

[pathetic-sapphic]

Attractive things Sevika does

tags: modern au, sfw but with some suggestive content

Puts her arm around the back of your headrest whenever backing up the car. Also likes to rest her free hand on your thigh while driving.

Whenever you're walking by her and place your hands on her arm, she likes to flex her arm muscles because she knows you love the feeling of her strong biceps underneath your fingers.

Stretches her back while sitting down so you get a perfect view of her abs and happy trail.

Always holds eye contact and has all her focus on you whenever you're rambling about something, letting out deep but quiet hums so you know that she's listening.

Always holds the door open for her girl to pass through first. Also rushes to open the car door for you, her cute passenger princess.

Whenever she feels as if you're paying too much attention to someone other than her, she gently grabs your jaw and turns your attention back to her. Sevika can't help it, she wants all of her babygirl's attention to herself.

Smirks whenever you blush and try to hide your face from her by covering it up with your hands. Gently grabs ahold of them and moves them away while saying ''Come on baby, let me see that cute red face of yours.''

Grunts and moans whenever you're giving her a relaxing massage after a taxing day at work.

Always offers you a bite of her food and gently wipes off any crumbs or cream off of your pretty face (and licks it off of her finger while looking into your eyes seductively ofc).

Wears only boxers to sleep and on occasion a sports bra, but prefers to sleep topless.

Wears a wife pleaser whenever the two of you spend a lazy day at home.

a/n: ill probably do a nsfw version soon if anyone would is interested :) also might do this for other characters too hehe

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #arcane headcanons #requests are open #arcane x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika headcanons #sevika x y/n #sevika x you

[milllersfae]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   butch!abby headcanons

content warning: dom!abby, strap referred to as a dick, ooey-gooey lesbianism, femme!reader, sfw and nsfw content. (please tell me if i missed anything!) minors do not interact.

a/n: this is completely self indulgent. i’m a simp okay? hopes this holds someone over while i write this bodyguard! fic <3

sfw

୨୧ hands are full of rings. she trades them out throughout the week to make sure all of them have been worn. she wears a special one you bought for her on her right index finger.

୨୧ she’s very simplistic in her dress. classic masc attire that’s a drawer full of wife-pleasers and hanes tees. when she likes to change it up she wears a vintage band tee or layer with a button up. she prefers sleeveless the most (for cocky reasons of course).

୨୧ she wears her hair down a lot more after you told her she looks pretty when her hair’s unbraided. she mostly wears it down in private with you, but takes her time fixing the braid when going out.

୨୧ when you go to the nail salon, she’s not the hugest fan of getting acrylic nails. “i’ll just wait with you, i’m sorry to disappoint.” abby furrows her brows, face pink with a tinge of guilt. “no no no—baby please get something, it’ll be fun!” she shrugs and opts in and gets a simple coat of yellow polish. “does it look good? you like it?” she asks, holding up her fingers to your face. you nod, smirk filling your face. “they look so pretty against your eyes!” you exclaim, holding your hands in hers.

୨୧ she likes going out with you places, eager to show you off. at parties, the both of you lock eyes and abby waves you over. you smile, coming over and find space to sit on her knee. she points the beer bottle in her hand to you. “have you guys met my gorgeous girlfriend yet?” your face goes warm as she boasts about you to others.

୨୧ she’s skilled at anything technical. from broken microwaves to poorly signaled tv’s, she’s a wiz. she likes sitting down and explaining to you how to fix things when she’s gone. “remember to screw all the plates back properly in place okay?” she points at a silver screw inside the tv server before twirling the screwdriver in the hole. “practice makes perfect.”

୨୧ she likes to do more docile tasks for you too. helping you with dinner drives her wild. she taps you for a knife, lovingly kissing your shoulder as you hand her the one on table, a toothy grin spouting from her lips. she diced onions and garlic on the cutting board, separating them neatly before bringing back to you.

୨୧ abby is a great driver. she’s even done uber a couple times (wasn’t really a fan, but always got good reviews). she’s so gentle with it you’ve fallen asleep in the car more times you can count.

nsfw

୨୧ shes not entirely stone butch, but definitely prefers servicing you. she’ll pat her lap, inviting you on. you abidingly sit, eager in her presence. she reached under your skirt, pressing two fingers to your damp core. “what does my sweet girl want today?” she whispers into your ear, watching her voice send a shiver down your spine. “i wanna ride your thigh, abs.” your voice runs low and shy as she holds you around her by your waist. “that’s cute. show me how bad you want it.”

୨୧ abby loves when your ass is hiked up in the air, lined up just right for her strap. the sight of your face pressed close to a pillow, arched waiting for her brings out something carnal. “you‘ve been waiting for this, ain’t that right? waiting for me to fuck you stupid.” she teases, rubbing the silicone against your slit. you squirm at the touch, grinding your opening into her. she puts a hand to your back, other circling your clit with her thumb. “you can’t stop coming back, can’t you?”

୨୧ she’s obsessed with eating you out. she gets so pussy drunk she lazily stares at you, your orgasm-ridden face barley focusing on her gaze. she could eat you for hours, often stuck between your legs, warmth of your thighs on her cheeks. you find yourself getting so overstimulated, trying to wiggle free from her grasp. she gently pinches her thumbs into your hips. she unlatches, soft lips grossed over in your fluid. her lidded eyes wavered over you with a furrow in her brow. “don’t run from it…fucking in love with this pussy…” she sucks at your clit as you clench with her between your legs, fingers cinched between her blonde strands.

୨୧ she’ll hear you showering, wanting to surprise you by coming in. she quickly sheds her clothes. knocking on the bathroom door. responding with a water-muffled ‘come in!’ she enters, slightly parting the shower curtain. she steps in and examines you for a moment, soapy bubbles sliding down the curves of your body. abby rinses you well, sweet wafts of glycerin coating your skin against her nose. she rubs soap into her hands before groping your breasts. you raise your arms in response, eyes fixed on her thick fingers slipping against the slick of your nipples. “don’t worry, i’ll get’ya clean.” she teases, placing wetted kisses along your back.

୨୧ she doesn’t care if she can’t feel it, your lips pursed on her strap makes her insanely wet. she places a hand on the back of your head, completely fixated on the look of your eyes glossy and hypnotized on the loom of her over you. “what a good girl, just so fucking cute.” she pushes in, watching your throat stretch against the girth of her dick.

#cassi!writes ♡‧₊˚ #cassi!drabbles ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧ #muscle mommy abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic

[duckchu]

You guessed it, another Kayn x reader

This time it's smut

Which is my first time writing it so please do give me critique

Idk why but I feel so embarrassed posting this

- My baaaack - You heard your roommate moan as he came back in

- What is it this time, Ez?- you asked, curious about the divas problems

- I had to come by bus and the seats suck.- He pouted. You knew he would much prefer to live with the band already, since he could just relay on them for driving him to places, but as they searched for an apartment, living with you was the next best option.

- And Kayn got kicked out by his roommates, again. So he's gonna have to crash on the couch...sorry- he almost whispered the last part. You were shocked. He told you a lot about this Kayn guy and you weren't really thrilled to meet him, especially if he was going to live with you. But oh well, if he really needed to...

The next day, as you were serving up dinner, you heard a knock on the door. You opened them to see a pink haired man, dressed in a yellow hoodie and jeans. The colour combination of his hair + the top was... intresting but you didn't want to say anything. He quickly said hi to you and went to the living room, where Ezreal was waiting for him. After you two laid down some important rules (which Ezreal said was futile), you three ate dinner and, surprisingly, the conversation came naturally. You asked them about how the band was coming along, which in return they invited you for the shooting next week. After some taking, you said your goodnights and retreated to your room.

You woke up at 2 am, thirsty and noticing that the water bottle next to your bed was empty. You thought about committing serious crimes against Ezreal for not throwing it away when he finished it, but just went to the kitchen to get a new one. On the way there you overheard them talking.

- How did you find such a cute girl~- Kayn said, probably teasing your roomie.

- You just have to be as hot as me- surprisingly, Ezreal didn't fold right away as he usually did when you teased him about anything

- If I had a roommate like that I would - you couldn't hear the end of the sentence because you rushed to your room, not wanting to hear the ending. Well that was...an experience. You were blushing madly as you thought about the finish of Kayn's sentence. You knew this guy for less than 10 hours!

After that day you and Kayn started hanging out more, mostly because Ezreal was just so busy with magazine shoots and commercials. You two just sat around and talked, maybe playing some video games.

Kayn would never admit this, but he started liking you. He really enjoyed your company and felt like you were good enough to match him in insulting eachother (his love language).

Finally, a week went by, and the shoot they invited you for came. You walked in right as Ezreal was almost ran over by a car. That was...an experience. You waited till they were finished, really enjoying the chaos of the mv recording. After that, you wanted to go over and talk to Ezreal, maybe meet with someone from the band, but you were dragged off by Kayn.

He went into the dressing room with you

- We should be alone in here...- he said as he pressed you to the wall, crushing you with his body on yours, his breath hot on your neck as he started softly biting on it

- You want this right?- You were so surprised by this...he...wanted you in this way? You just quickly nodded as Kayn started getting rid of your clothes, first freeing your breasts then going over to your pussy. He pushed your panties to the side and put his dick in. You didn't even notice when he took off his pants. It was sudden and breathtaking. All you could think about was him and you, his lips and hands all over your body, greedily claiming you. You couldn't care less about the other members walking in on you.

That didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were here, back against the cold wall as Kayn fucked you, panting and whispering sweet words into your ear, about how good you were, sometimes changing it up and saying how much of a slut you are, just giving yourself to him like that ~

You felt so good right now...you bit on your hand to try and hold your moans as Kayn pushed in one last time, enough to make you undone as you came, panting and moaning, feeling yourself slide down the wall as he pulled out and came all over your breasts

#help #I'm not good with smut #i'm sorry #league of legends #heartsteel #league of legends x reader #heartsteel x reader #lol #lol x reader #heartsteel kayn #kayn x reader #league of legends smut #shieda kayn #shieda kayn x reader #kayn smut #kayn league of legends #kayn

[yxngbxkkie]

off limits (h.h)

skz racing series is back! apologies for being all over the place. 😅 i hope you guys enjoy this and let me know who you'd like to see next! we've got channie, felix, jeongin, and hannie 🥰

feedback is greatly appreciated 💓

You're walking into the elevator with your father and his assistant, Choi. After the doors close, Choi glances towards your father and clears his throat. "I hate to ruin a good mood, sir," he begins, gaining both of your attention. "But, there was another race last night."

Race? "Are you sure?" Your father asks, and Choi nods. You watch the two interact with one another. Choi shows him photos on his phone, causing the older man to scoff. "I'm tired of these damn kids."

The elevator stops gradually before the metal doors open. Both of them allow you to walk out first. You keep your mouth shut until it's just you and your father. You walk outside of your father's company building and turn to face him.

"What's he talking about?" You ask him with a raised brow. "Are you doing some sort of fundraiser?"

He laughs loudly. "No, I'm not," he says while leading you down the steps. "It's nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart."

"Are you sure? I don't have to worry about you, do I?" You ask him, wagging your finger in front of him.

"You don't need to worry," he smiles before draping an arm around you. "Your old man has control of everything."

You lean into his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Okay, good. Sometimes, I worry about you," you sigh, gliding your hand up and down his back.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm fine though. I promise you," he reassures you the best he can, squeezing your shoulder gently. "What are you doing today? Hopefully not spending it all with me. Your old man's quite boring."

A giggle leaves your lips, and you shake your head. "No, I thought about going to the art museum today. I haven't been in a while," you mention to him.

"That should be fun! Going by yourself or with some friends?"

"Just by myself. None of my friends are interested in art," you tell him with a laugh. "I prefer going alone anyway."

He walks you to the sleek black car before opening the back passenger door. "Are you going there now? Do you need any money?" Your father asks, reaching for his wallet.

"No, no, no," you stop him, your hand catching his wrist. "I already have tickets. I don't need anything, dad."

"Okay, fine. Have fun, okay?"

You nod your head and place a kiss on his cheek. You bid each other goodbye before you slip into the backseat of the vehicle.

The drive from your father's company to the art museum is about half an hour. You thank the driver after exiting the vehicle. You fish your phone out from your jacket, pulling up the electronic ticket.

You greet the person sitting in the admissions booth, showing the young woman your phone screen. She scans the ticket before motioning towards the entrance.

"Enjoy the exhibit," she politely mentions, waving her hand.

"Thank you!" You nod your head with a smile.

You feel a little giddy as you make your way inside. It's been a couple of months since you've been able to come here. Work has been extremely busy, leaving you with very little free time.

You admire each art piece for about five minutes. Taking in every detail and brush stroke you can find. You take pictures of your favorites, quickly checking the quality of it afterward.

When you move on to the next piece, you keep your eyes on your phone. You noticed a text from one of your friends and decided to answer her while walking.

A gasp leaves your lips as your body collides into someone else. You reach a hand out, steadying yourself while keeping the stranger standing upright. "I'm so sorry," you apologize, lifting your head to look at them.

"It's okay," the man laughs, resting one of his hands on top of yours. "Are you okay?"

You nod your head in response. He's so handsome. You think to yourself. His eyes drift from your eyes to your hand, and that's currently still gripping his jacket. You squeal in embarrassment, dropping your hand to your sides.

"Goodness, I'm sorry," you apologize again while tucking some hair behind your ear. "I didn't hurt you, right?"

The dark-haired man shakes his head, continuing to smile brightly at you. "No, I'm good. My name's Hyunjin," he introduces himself, bowing slightly before holding his hand out to you.

"Hyunjin," you repeat with a smile. You bow as well, telling him your name. You shake his hand afterward, the coolness of his rings shocking you slightly. "It's nice to meet you. Do you come here often?"

"I try to, yeah," he nods. The two of you start walking together. "I paint myself, so I come here as much as I can."

"You paint?" Your eyes lit up at the news, getting excited. "Do you have any pictures? I'd love to see!"

He bashfully laughs, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. "I-I do, yeah," Hyunjin stutters over his words. "They're not as good as these, though."

You smile up at him. "I'm sure they are, Hyunjin," you reassure him, bouncing on your heels.

He pulls up a picture on his phone, showing you a picture of an elderly couple. You gasp, subconsciously taking the phone from his hands. You zoom in on the photo, taking it all in.

"Hyunjin, this is absolutely amazing," you tell him truthfully, keeping your eyes on the photo.

"Thank you. That means a lot," he says with warm cheeks. He takes his phone back from you, slipping it into his back pocket. "What about you? Do you paint? Or draw?"

You hiss and cover your face. "See, you think I would, but unfortunately, I don't," you sigh in defeat. "I was not blessed with art skills. I just really enjoy looking at it."

"I'm sure you're not terrible," Hyunjin mentions while nudging your arm. You scoff jokingly, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "I can teach you if you want."

"Can I make one request for that?" You ask, biting your lip. When Hyunjin nods his head yes, your stomach fills with butterflies. "Can it be a date?"

His dark eyes widen at your request, and you notice his cheeks reddening. "Y-Yeah," he agrees.

You grab your phone from your jacket, opening up a new contact before handing it to him. Hyunjin looks down at your phone, slowly taking it into his hands. He types in his contact information and hands it back to you.

"Let me just," you cut yourself off, texting him so he has your number as well. You lock your phone afterward, shoving it back where it was. "Text me whenever you're free, okay?"

Hyunjin nods his head, a smile coming to his plump lips. "Feel free to text me whenever," he adds on as the two of you start walking in opposite directions.

"I will. You do the same," you wave to him, rounding a corner after. You stop after taking a few steps, resting your back against the white wall. You release a sigh and smile widely. "He's so cute."

You shake your head while pushing yourself off the wall, continuing your path through the art museum. As you look at many more amazing paintings, you couldn't help but wonder if you'll see Hyunjin again soon.

-

"I appreciate your help, sweetheart. I didn't realize the trip would take this long," your father mentions, his voice echoing off the walls of his office.

He's currently in Japan on a business trip, and originally, he's supposed to be back today. The flight he's scheduled for is delayed, causing a few meetings to be behind schedule.

"It's no problem, dad," you laugh while picking up your phone, staring at his contact photo. "I need to go. It's getting late, and I don't feel like walking home in the dark."

"Alright, I'll let you go. Message me when you get home, okay?" He asks, hearing a hint of worry in his voice.

"Of course. If it gets too dark I'll catch an Uber," you reassure him, hovering your finger over the disconnect button. "Love you."

Your father bids you goodnight, making sure to let you know that he loves you too. Both of you hang up, and you set your phone down onto his desk. You swivel in his office chair, looking out the large windows.

"Man, it's getting pretty dark pretty fast," you mention to yourself. You remind yourself to call an Uber before leaving the building.

Your gaze moves down the window, noticing the parking lot across the street is filled with sports cars. You raise an eyebrow as you spot the group of people surrounding some of the vehicles.

A hum leaves your lips, and you turn back towards the desk. You decide to head out for the day, logging out of your father's computer. You clean up his desk before standing up, sliding your phone into your pocket.

It takes you a couple of minutes to get down to the lobby, growing shocked that no one's here. A shiver runs down your spine, finding it odd to walk through a dimly lit lobby. You walk out of the company building, the voices from the parking lot of cars getting louder.

"It's packed over there," you say to yourself, making your way across the street.

You walk past dozens of cars as you head towards your favorite convenience store. A familiar figure walks past one of the vehicles, causing you to stop in your tracks.

Your lips part in surprise as you see Hyunjin walking with another guy. You never would've guessed that he'd be at one of these, let alone own a sports car. His eyes end up meeting yours, and you quickly look away.

"Shit," you curse to yourself and quickly walk towards the store.

A hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you from going any further. "Y/N, hi," Hyunjin greets you, shifting his position so he's standing in front of you.

"Hey, Hyunjin," you smile at him, feeling his thumb stroking your wrist.

"Do you work out here?" He asks you, wondering why you're out so late. You furrow your brows at his question. Hyunjin motions his head towards your father's building. "I saw you walk out of that corporate building."

You glance over your shoulder, noticing that you can see the lobby doors from here. "Uh, not exactly. My dad… owns it," you tell him slowly. "He's stuck in Japan, so I had to take care of a couple of his appointments."

"Your dad owns that building?" He asks with wide eyes, a low wow escaping his lips afterward.

"Yeah, it's alright," you shrug your shoulders, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Hey, actually, can I ask you something?"

Hyunjin nods his head, waiting for you to continue.

"The other day, he was talking to his assistant, and they mentioned a race happening near here. Would you happen to know about that?"

"Ah," he laughs, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, we race here."

"You race?" You ask in disbelief.

The black-haired man nods his head in answer before grabbing your hand. Your heart flutters in your chest when his fingers lace yours, leading you towards the parking lot.

"Wait, where are we going?" You mumble, almost tripping over your own feet.

"I want to show you my car," he says while glancing back at you. "Since you can't seem to believe I street race."

A scoff leaves your lips as the two of you weave through the crowd of people. You apologize to some after bumping into them. You tighten your grip on Hyunin's hand, jogging a little so you can grab a hold of the back of his shirt.

He stops and checks on you. "Are you okay?" Hyunjin asks, glancing around.

"Yeah, I just don't want to lose you," you mention loud enough for him to hear.

He squeezes your hand before continuing to tug you along. "I'm right here," he reassures you.

You bite your lip as the temptation to kiss him becomes evident. Hyunjin stops in front of an orange vehicle, pointing at it with his free hand.

"This is mine," he grins. "Isn't she a beaut?"

"I like the color. It's my favorite actually," you tell him with a laugh, looking over the sports car.

His smile turns into a smirk, and he leans against it. "Oh, yeah? Will that give me an advantage if I ask you out?" Hyunjin asks.

"What?!" Your breath hitches in your throat as you look into his brown eyes.

"Are you surprised?"

You nodded your head, subconsciously bringing a hand to the tip of your ear. "A little bit, yeah. I just didn't expect it," you chuckle nervously.

Hyunjin laughs again as he glances down at your conjoined hands. "You were the one that asked for a date," he mentions with a raised brow.

"I know that, but I didn't think you'd actually want to," you hide your face with your free hand.

He squeezes your hand gently and smiles fondly at you. "You're really pretty, and I would love to get to know you more," Hyunjin says, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"You're like every girl's dream guy," you laugh, shaking your head as you continue to feel embarrassed.

Hyunjin chuckles, combing his fingers through his hair. "Including you?"

You press your lips together, turning your head to look away from him. "Yeah," you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He releases your hand, bringing both of his hands to your cheeks. Hyunjin makes you look at him, his dark eyes staring into yours. Your breath hitches in your throat when he leans closer to you.

Your eyes flutter shut as his nose brushes against yours. He lifts your head slightly, leaning in further to kiss you. Before Hyunjin's lips meet yours, your phone rings from inside your pocket.

"Shit," you gasp and abruptly pull away from him. You fish your phone out from your pocket, seeing your father calling. You meet Hyunjin's eyes and hold up a finger. You answer the phone, pressing the device against your ear. "Hey, dad."

"Hi, sweetheart. Did you already leave the office?" He asks kind of erratically.

"Yeah, why? Are you okay?" You question him, turning your back towards Hyunjin.

He doesn't answer you right away, hearing him saying something incoherently to someone else. "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just informed about a race happening, and I wanted to make sure you weren't there," your father mentions, and your eyes widen.

"Yeah, I already left," you lie to him, running a hand through your hair. "You don't need to worry, okay?"

Your father releases a sigh into the phone receiver. "I know. I just don't want you mixed in with that," he mentions. You look back at Hyunjin, seeing his eyes glued to his phone. "We're now boarding the plane. Let's get some food when I get back, okay?"

A chuckle leaves your lips, and you nod your head. "Of course, dad. I'll see you when you get home," you mentioned before the two of you bid each other goodbye.

You turn to face Hyunjin again and he locks his phone, giving you his attention. "Everything okay?" He asks you.

"Yeah, yeah," you breathe out, providing a small smile.

He tilts his head to the side. "Are you sure? You look a little worried," he tells you with furrowed brows.

"My dad," you start, pausing for a quick second, "he doesn't want me around this." You motion to all the street racing cars.

Hyunjin's smile drops from his lips. "Ah, I see. What do you want?" He asks you, taking a step closer to you.

"I want to see you race," you whisper to him, looking up at him through your lashes. "I'd also really like to kiss you."

The smile returns to his lips, and he brings his hand back to your cheek. "You should ride with me," he says while stroking your skin.

"I should?"

He nods his head before connecting your lips with his. Your heart pounds against your chest, bringing your hands to his chest. You kiss him back, gently gripping the shirt he's wearing.

"Hyunjin!" Someone shouts his name, causing the two of you to pull away. Both of you look in the direction of the voice, seeing the guy he was walking with earlier. "Race starts in five!"

"Okay," he tells him with a thumbs up. The man pats Hyunjin on his back, and Hyunjin turns back to face you. "Ready, angel?"

You release a deep breath as others around you start getting into their vehicles. You nod your head in answer. "Ready as I will be."

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[telomeke]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

I was tagged by @lamonnaie at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 😍 It was such fun to read your responses; now here are mine. 🥰

do you make your bed?

Never ever. I'm pretty messy, and if I don't watch my hoarding tendencies I will morph into the worst pack rat. But I like a bit of clutter around me; I think it helps my creative side since my output (whether at work, or writing on Tumblr) is always tidy and tidied up to a fault, which can stifle creativity (at least that's what I tell myself! 🤣).

what's your favourite number?

Don't have one. However (even though I like to think I'm not superstitious) if I can I'll try to avoid the number 13 and anything with 4 in it...

what is your job?

Not gonna get too specific, but my work involves design, project management and construction.

if you could go back to school, would you?

I was too stressed out at school to want to repeat the experience. But I wouldn't mind a bit of time travel back to advise my younger self not to take things so seriously! 🤣

can you parallel park?

Yes. Not well, but the car will be fully in the lot eventually. 👍

a job you had that would surprise people?

Some minor modeling jobs when I was younger. Hush! I don't like to talk about it. 🤫 You wouldn't think it to look at me now (me 🤝 Ricky Gervais 😂).

do you think aliens are real?

There are too many planets out there for our little blue marble to be the only habitable one, so yes I do think there are aliens out there. I just don't think we've been visited by them yet though! (Aylin doesn't count. 🤩)

can you drive a manual car?

Yes. Mom taught me how to drive in one... until the day I jammed on the accelerator when she said "Step on it" and I almost up-ended us into a ditch. Then I was sent to driving school instead. 🤣

what's your guilty pleasure?

Ooh. It's this bad boy here:

Sadly I've been over-indulging, so chocolate is now banned from the house for the foreseeable future. I'm still lusting after it though. Other guilty pleasures: I do like a good nightcap, so any (gluten grain-free) alcohol makes me light up – cognac, cabernet, sherry, sake, port... (But I don't always know my limits, so this is now banned too.) And a steamin', stonkin', trashy BL every now and then (bonus if there's a nice muscley actor for me to get all googly-eyed over – shoutout Gap Jakarin!). 😁🥰

tattoos?

I like art and have fanboyed over beautiful tattoos before – but I'm put off by the permanence of them, so I have none myself. Don't like the idea of not being able to change them much once they're inked in, because I will always be wanting to change things up if I were to get one. And no, even for looking at I prefer an uninked bod over an inked one. It takes a lot of work to get a body in shape, and I can't understand someone wanting to cover up the results of their hard work at the gym. 🤷‍♂️

favorite color?

A deep, rich blue most of the time. But when the mood hits, I like a bright, bold red too.

favorite type of music?

My tastes are a bit eclectic, leaning lighter and not challenging. Anything with a strong melodic line will get me hooked. Bonus points if the lyrics can come together with the melody to tell a story, and elevate it even more. So – pop mostly, but I also like R&B, soul, light jazz and the odd heartfelt country ballad or foot-stomper (go Queen Bey! 😍). Also like things with a nostalgic bent (I melt at Karen Carpenter, Seals & Croft, and England Dan & John Ford Coley). And then throw in a couple of show tunes in there for good measure! My YouTube playlist is all over the place – Sheila Majid, New Country, Renaissance, Nunew, Miley Cyrus, Streisand, Li'l Nas X, Ayumu Imazu, The Carpenters, Clean Bandit, so many others, all side-by-side.

do you like puzzles?

I love them, especially word and logic puzzles. I'm always shouting over Pat and Vanna. 🤣

any phobias?

Oddly, not the usual suspects, but I'm a bit phobic about birds. They're just creepy up close, even though I find them fascinating and beautiful with a bit of distance. While the bog-standard creepy-crawlies don't bother me one bit – I'm the one always getting called in to whack the roaches and chase away rodents. I dream of getting a cobalt blue tarantula as a pet (but that's not going to happen for various reasons, alas).

favorite childhood sport?

I wasn't that sporty growing up (classic bookworm) but I did enjoy a bit of soccer when I got to play. But I guess my favorite was probably swimming, though I didn't compete.

do you talk to yourself?

All the time. There's a nonstop monologue going on in my head and I've been known to startle people by accidentally voicing that conversation out loud. So I've learnt not to do it around others. 🤣 And no I'm not hearing disembodied voices; it's just me keeping myself company (plus I find it helps me focus my thoughts).

what movies do you adore?

My all-time favorite: Cinema Paradiso; it really pulls unabashedly at the heartstrings, but then again I'm a sentimental fool and love it all the more for that. That's also why I like Love Actually, especially the scene where the repressed Jamie (Colin Firth) travels to Portugal in order to confess his feelings to Aurélia (Lúcia Moniz), having realized he loves her despite the language barrier, and doggedly learnt Portuguese just to make his declaration – and then he finds out that she, lovelorn and bereft, learnt English just in case ("just in cases") he came back. 💖 And my second favorite is from the other end of the spectrum, actually quite a bit before my time as well: Hello Dolly! 😆 Don't judge... A couple of songs in there are really amazing – Love is Only Love and Just Leave Everything to Me especially (which are not in the stage version) are mindblowingly good. The former is almost pithy in its bare-boned purity, all about looking at love without sentimentality while reprising themes heard earlier on in the musical; the latter has the among the cleverest lyrics set to music I've ever heard:

Streisand is in fine fettle portraying a campier, more youthful incarnation of Dolly. Such a shame it was not better received. The costumes are spectacular too.

coffee or tea?

Coffee (or rather the caffeine it contains) is my drug of choice, and I drink buckets of it. But I like a good cuppa when I'm feeling nostalgic and/or sentimental, because tea is what I drank a lot of growing up – at my gran's there would be a perpetually-replenished, giant kettle of dark, bitterish Oolong on the sideboard for whenever you felt like some (which was often), while at home there was always a big pot of tea on the table in the morning, that would then be set to chill in the refrigerator after breakfast. I would always have an ice-cold milk tea with the papers when I got home from school, and it was my favorite daily ritual.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

A paleontologist – like a lot of kids I loved dinosaurs, and I can still rattle off the names of the more well-known ones (including every one in Jurassic Park 👀). But that got pushed aside for more practical considerations later. Still wish I'd explored my second childhood ambition more though, which was to be a writer/journalist. Maybe that's why I like posting so much on Tumblr! 😍

Onward tagging (too many people as usual, but no pressure to play if you don't want to or can't 🥰): @hughungrybear, @relativelydimensional, @neuroticbookworm, @wen-kexing-apologist, @waitmyturtles, @airenyah, @twig-tea, @solitaryandwandering, @recentadultburnout, @lurkingshan, @grapejuicegay,@bengiyo, @urikawa-miyuki, @pickletrip, @suni-san, @kattahj, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @7nessasaryevils, @imminentinertia, @befuddledcinnamonroll, @pandasmagorica, @nihilisticcondensedmilk,@shortpplfedup, @rokklagio, @thegalwhorants, @brazilian-whalien52, @callipigio, @respectthepetty, @corettaroosa, @colourme-feral, @virtualtadpole, @aroceu, @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, @delesaria-blog, @dribs-and-drabbles, @inventedfangirling, @jiirotu, @visualtaehyun @happypotato48,@akawrites000, @kleopatras-cat, @dc-alves, @toschistation, @lovelyghostv

I've been tagged by others in various tag games over the past few weeks but have been too busy with work to be able to play. 😭 Not gonna post half-assed replies if I can help it, but then I'm always beset by dread thinking people might assume I'm ignoring them for whatever silly reason. But I just haven't had the time until now.

If you've tagged me and I've not responded, please know that I really wanted to but I just kept getting sidetracked by urgent deadlines. (In fact, my drafts folder is full of half-written tag game responses that are too far beyond their use-by date to ever see the light of day. 😮) So to any and all who see this, please accept my apology for not replying to your tags and invites, and if you'd like to play along with this one even if I haven't tagged you directly (and you have the time for it) – please do so! I'd love to read your responses! 😍

#tag game #get to know me tag

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

without you, without them

boy genius (the record) masterlist

emily prentiss x reader

warnings: angst, implied suicide

word count: 918

You’d felt this day coming. Perhaps it was a change in the air, something cosmic that made things clear like that shining ray of sun after endless storms. Something had changed, you’re not quite sure when but you can feel the inevitability of it looming, finally falling around you. 

Maybe knowing something like this should feel like a great burden, shrouded in the knowing that time is running out. But the ticking of the clock was rhythmic, a calming thump that eased your mind. 

So with the comfort of knowing and the reassuring wave of solace making the air around you easier to breathe, you stepped off the elevator into the BAU with a smile. 

For the first time in a while you were free of the plaguing noise in your mind. The worries and regrets. Decisions to be made and a fear of the unknown path ahead. Your paperwork was your main focus along with making sure to join in with the team’s conversations, laughing along with jokes and basking in their company at the cafe down the street. 

You could tell they were surprised when you accepted the invitation to the bar after a quiet day without a case but they didn’t comment on it. You found comfort in the hand Emily rested on your lower back as she walked you to her car, and the music that came from the radio on the short drive over. 

“I’m glad you’re coming out with us tonight, sweetheart.” She smiled once she’d pulled into a parking space, far enough away from the bar that you had some peace and quiet. 

“Yeah, me too.” You returned, shifting in your seat to face her. A soft hand cupped your cheek, eyes searching yours for something. Some kind of glimpse within you in hopes of figuring you out. Perhaps you were too closed off but it’s always hard to keep things private around profilers so when you can either keep it all hidden or be totally exposed, you prefer the former. 

Her hand was gentle, a thumb rubbing over your skin and you let yourself smile at the feeling despite the fact you saw she was working on what to say. You didn’t want to talk. Her tongue licked over her bottom lip, mouth opening and closing before she sighed. 

“You’ve been distant.” 

“I didn’t mean to be.” 

You truly didn’t. It seemed to slip right past you until you realised you were out to sea and all of those you love were still on dry land.

“I’ve been worried - we all have. You’ve been cancelling plans, acting differently - like your mind has been somewhere else. I just wanna help. Is there something going on?”

You lay your hand on top of hers with a kiss to her palm and your fingers slotting perfectly between hers. You didn’t deserve her. Not with the way her eyes were so soft when they looked into yours. 

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Em.”

“Well if you need a hand, you know I’m always here. I can help beat someone up if that’s what you need.” She answered with a small laugh, grinning widely at the amused huff you let out in response. “There’s that smile.” 

You couldn’t help the bittersweet pull at your heart. Emily deserves so much - more than you could ever give her. 

“What would I do without you, hm?” You whispered, struggling to muster much more. You pulled her face to yours as a distraction, that perfect kiss that made your head swim. Her lips that always claimed yours sublimely, pulling a sigh from the back of your throat. “And what would I do without them?” You laughed as you pulled away, startled apart by the dull rapping of knuckles against the window and the wide smiles of Derek and Penelope staring in at you both.

“You two are nauseating,” he muttered as he opened your door, receiving a chastising slap to the arm from the blonde beside him. 

It felt like how it had once before when you sipped on drinks around the table, watching them talk fondly. But you couldn’t stay in this moment forever and you didn’t want it to pass, to fade into something else before the end. This is how you wanted to leave it. This was the version of you you wanted left behind. The one they’d think of. 

“I’m gonna head out guys.” You announced as you stood from your seat. “I’ve got a couple things to do so I need an early night.”

“Aw, already?” Penelope pouted. 

“I’m sorry.” You smiled back at her. 

“Do you want me to give you a ride home?”

“No, Em, stay. Enjoy yourselves.” 

You smiled at the group and pressed a kiss to the top of Emily’s head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. 

“Okay, bye everyone. Love you all, have a good night.” 

They laughed lightly at your words but uttered their own mirrored sentiments. You took one last look at them from the exit of the bar, their perfect smiling faces blurred. And with one swipe at the tear siding down your cheek you turned away and left in search of a ride home.

That image of them couldn’t have been better, you’re happy to hold it tightly as your final glance. And you hope they can forgive you and that the final night you left with them would be enough to fill at least a speck of the empty space you left behind.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x fem!reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss x you

[il-predestinato]

Interview with Charles Leclerc from Sportweek (La Gazetta dello Sport): “I play the piano, I love art, I want to fly. And I dreamed of Ferrari” (published January 7, 2023).

What is fashion for you?

Charles: “A way of expressing oneself without speaking. I realized this when I started travelling all over the world, thanks to F1, visiting countries and cities I didn't know before.

“I realized that dressing well had a different meaning according to different cultures and traditions. That's when fashion really started to interest me, I would say from 2017, even though I've always liked it.”

What was the next step?

Charles: “I started attending fashion shows, then I became a testimonial for Giorgio Armani and then I came more and more into contact with this environment.”

You also take great care over the graphics of your racing helmets. Which design do you like the most?

Charles: “Probably the one used in France (2022), with the reproduction on the two halves of the photographs of my father Hervé and Jules Bianchi.”

Ferrari is red, but for your 488 Pista you chose a different colour.

Charles: “At that time I was using a matte black helmet with the Monégasque flag going from the front to the back. So I decided to order the car exactly the same. I still like it very much.”

What did you think when you saw yourself in a Ferrari suit for the first time?

Charles: “It was a very big emotion, because it was my childhood dream to get into F1 and race for the Prancing Horse, even though at that time I was not yet an official Ferrari driver (only FDA).”

Do you have any good-luck charms you don't part with?

Charles: “I had some as a kid. My grandmother always used to sew a cross inside my overalls, under the sponsors' logos, but that tradition has disappeared since she is no longer here…”

How do you express your creativity?

Charles: “Mainly through music. I play the piano and invent my own pieces. I will never be as good with a pencil at drawing.”

How do you choose the clothes you wear every day?

Charles: “There's a very classic part of me, which seeks simplicity and comfort, and another more creative part that leads me to play around with streetwear.

“I let myself be guided by the mood of the day, by how I feel, because dressing is a way of making something clear with one's image.”

Will we see a clothing line of your own like Hamilton did?

Charles: “I had started the project, but I stopped. Maybe in the future.”

Do you ever talk about fashion with Lewis Hamilton?

Charles: “Sometimes we discuss the brands we like. He really has good taste and a lot of courage to show off the strangest looks when he comes to the circuits.”

Favourite colours or colours you would never wear?

Charles: “These days I prefer grey, beige and white. I'm not a big fan of fuchsia, in the sense that I wouldn't see myself dressed all in fuchsia, but I've worn that too.”

How do you feel about walking the catwalk?

Charles: “I'm not comfortable. Too many stares on me. But I like to watch the show and observe the more unusual garments. I was at the Ferrari Style show in Milan last year and before that at Armani.”

Try describing the feeling of driving an F1 car to someone who does not know racing. Valentino Rossi, when he tested the Ferrari, said: It is faster than I thought.

Charles: “A nice definition, because it is difficult for a normal person to think about the speed of a F1 car. I always make the comparison with the Rollercoaster. It's like being up there, but keeping everything under control.”

Why are you happy racing?

Charles: “For the adrenaline and because on the track I feel free.”

Do you like motorbikes?

Charles: “I have one motorbike, customised, which I bought in Bali when I went there on a trip with my best friends. We rented it on the spot and I wanted to take it with me to Monte Carlo, even though it was a mess to get it registered to ride there.”

Why that particular motorbike?

Charles: “Because of the memories it holds. I had just arrived in F1 and I decided to take all my closest friends on holiday, for the first time outside Europe. We had a great time.”

Do you still think of getting a flying license?

Charles: “I've already had a few lessons, I'm now at 11 to 13 hours of flying, let's say I have the basics. I had to stop, I hope to start again in 2023. There is a lot of theory to study and I obviously like the practice more.”

How was the feeling?

Charles: “Excellent. I like the stall tests, because there's adrenaline, but also checking the plane in general. And to say that I've always been afraid of flying...”

What do you mean?

Charles: “Even though I've taken planes countless times in my life, I wasn't calm. Now, knowing what pilots do and all the options there are in case of unexpected events, has reassured me.”

Even today you are karting like when you were a kid. Would it be nice to discover a new Leclerc?

Charles: “I would like to help talented young people, who don't have the means, to emerge and make their dreams come true. However, it is a project that takes time and which I therefore see as possible only in the future.”

What does it mean to be the hero of so many very young people?

Charles: “Every time I come to Maranello, outside the Ferrari factory there are always kids waiting for me. In recent years, F1 has regained popularity, also thanks to Netflix. It's nice to see a child's eyes light up when we make a photo. A small gesture is enough, which does not cost effort, to give joy to others.”

Do you feel like an example to follow?

Charles: “I try to be myself, behaving well, if this can then serve as an inspiration for those who observe me, I'm happy about it.”

Translation by vetteleclerc.

#charles leclerc #f1 #interview #2023 #a very lovely read #*

[eboshishusbandwinkwink]

Billy Hargrove x scary!gn!reader

Warning(s): racism, general bullying,

Also: I changed this a little so that Billy survived, they kinda left Neil behind somewhere, and he lives w Max and her mom now soOo. He's still kinda a shithead tho cuz old habits die hard.

Summary: You're new in town and boy did you get a reputation quickly. Almost quicker than Billy and he did not like that.

Feel free to request:

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You had moved to Hawkins just the day before. You hadn't even talked to anyone besides your parents yet, but people already knew who you were.

(Y/n) (L/n), the new person who came from a place near Texas and moved to Hawkins from there thanks to some things going on back there.

You had lots of things going on in Texas. You fought with people, yelled a lot, were scary to most people, and just hated being in school, always arguing with teachers too.

But that wasn't why you had moved here. Your mother had chosen to move here since it was closer to your father's workplace. Not because of the fights you'd been in.

A sigh escaped you as you closed the door to your new room. You moved inside and decided to get changed.

You threw on some long, black denim pants before you pulled out a shirt from one of the many boxes. It was also black with 'Metallica' printed on it in red.

You stood at the window and looked outside. That's where you saw a blue Chevrolet 1979 Z/28 Camaro driving up to the house across from you. A girl with curly red hair got out, yelling something to the car before she closed the door and ran to the house.

The next person to get out was a man with blonde, even curlier hair. It was a dirty blonde. He also had a small beard just above his nose.

Your whole body felt cold when he looked up at you. You frowned lightly before you took a step away from the window.

"The fuck...", you mumbled to yourself before standing in front of your mirror to brush your hair. You sighed as you looked at yourself, turning slightly to see if anything was dirty.

It wasn't.

You made your way downstairs and went to put in your shoes. "I'm going on a walk."

Your mother came to you before looking at you with a bit of worry. "Like... like that? Are you sure? (Y/n), you already don't have a good reputation."

You looked up at your mother with a slight frown. "Leave me alone. It's not my fault that they all are assholes."

Your mother was quiet before she nodded and whispered a soft 'okay' before you made your way outside.

Exploring Hawkins wasn't exactly interesting. The shops were pretty boring at the Starcrout mall, and the school or community pool weren't exactly something for you either.

You looked around in front of Starcourt, arms crossing since you didn't exactly see anything you really liked. You preferred Texas over this and not just a bit.

You were pulled out of your little headspace when someone ran into you and pushed you forward lightly.

You turned around to see a brown haired boy who was much shorter than you were. "Watch where you walk.", he said to you as he laughed together with his friends.

You clenched your jaw, but let it be, taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves. You didn't need to disappoint your mom on your second day in Hawkins.

You walked off and eventually found your way to the lake in Hawkins. And finally you had found a place that was calm and quiet.

You smiled lightly and walked to the lake, pulling off your shoes to touch the water with your feet. "Finally."

Ever since that happened, it'd been a week. You finally had your first day in school and boy were you horrified.

It wasn't that you were scared of the people. You just weren't entirely ready to take anyone. You would fight if necessary, of course, but you hoped and prayed that you could control yourself enough so it won't happen. After all, it'd only worry your parents more.

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the car, though you were stopped by your mom saying your name.

"(Y/n)... have fun. And... don't let anyone provoke you, okay?", she said. You looked at her for a moment before nodding softly. "I won't, thanks, mom."

She nodded and gave you a small wave before you closed the car door and walked towards the school. It wasn't a very tall building, as it had only one floor and the basement. But you already knew that.

You checked the paper in your hands for the room and then made your way to look for it. And you found it, but in front of it stood two boy and a girl.

The girl was the one you'd seen getting out of the car the day you properly moved in. One of the boys was the one you ran into at Starcourt who told you to watch where you're going.

The third one was unfamiliar to you. He had dark skin and black hair with brown eyes. It almost looked like he was trying to protect the girl.

You walked a little slower to listen in on the conversation, even if it wasn't entirely a good idea since eavesdropping wasn't exactly nice.

"Oh shut up, Mayfield. Lucas asked for it. Not my fault his parents didn't stay where they came from.", the boy who'd ran into you said. That statement by itself already made your blood boil.

"And don't try to fight me on it. Your brother can't defend you here, little girl.", he continued and by then you stood by then and cleared your throat. "I have to go through."

All three of them looked at you. You first looked at the girl, then at the boy. The brunette eyed you up and down before scoffing softly. "You're that guy from starcourt."

You took a deep breath and looked at him. "Yes, I am. But I still need to go through. I want to get to class."

He laughed softly and stepped up to you. "Do you even know who you're talking to?"

You looked into his eyes, with nothing but emptiness within your own. No fear, no anger, no worry, no sadness. Not even happiness. Just pure nothing. "No, but I don't care either. Let me pass and leave the damn kids alone."

The boy was shocked at how monotone your voice was but it didn't take him long to just walk off to his own class.

You rolled your eyes but as you were about to go past them the girl stood in front of you. You looked at her confused and raised a brow. "Yes?"

She sighed softly and looked at the boy who you learned was called Lucas before looking back at you. "Thanks."

You looked at her for a few seconds before giving a small smile. "No problem."

The day went by pretty calmly. No one started a fight with you, and no one tried to bother you. That was until the lunch break came.

You took your food and made your way into the hall, looking around if there were any free tables, but there really weren't. You stopped when you saw the girl from earlier look your way and wave at you.

You sighed and made your way over, greeting her with a small wave and she smiled lightly. "Guys. This is (Y/n). They're really cool. Right, Lucas?"

She looked at the male beside her, who nodded lightly. "And super scary." She nudged him lightly, but you only laughed at this. "I'm only scary if the person deserves to be scared."

Eventually, everyone introduced themselves to you. You sat by them and ate while listening to them talk. You found what they said to be very interesting.

They first talked about what kinds of music they listened to, so you pretty much knew all their music tastes. Then it went over to free time activities, so you were pretty informed on that part, too.

You soon finished eating and brought your stuff away. As you were returning to the group, you suddenly felt something wet spread all over your head and down to your pants.

You turned to see the guy from earlier again, but this time, he had a bottle of mountain dew in his hands. Soft gasps and loud laughs were heard as you clenched your teeth harshly.

You took off the rings you wore to make it fair. "You motherfucker.", was all you said before you stepped towards him and punched him straight in the face.

He stumbled back before he went in to attack you, too, launching a strong punch against your stomach. You coughed for a moment before jumping at him and pushing him down onto the floor.

The two of you wrestled with one another before you were finally pulled apart by some teachers. By then, both your nodes were bloody, and he had a black eye from you. You also had several bruises and scratches on you.

Both of you were taken to the principals office, and after everything was talked through, you were allowed to leave. Aka you had to go home while the school called your parents. But you didn't.

Instead, you sat yourself at a sunny spot by the school and relaxed a little while drinking some of the tea you'd brought from Texas.

After a while of sitting there, you heard the bells ring and decided to pack up and make your way home.

As you were packing up, Max spotted you and decided to run towards you. "(Y/n)! What happened? You were gone and suddenly I see you beating Jason up like he insulted your family."

You stood slowly as you looked at her, throwing your bag over your shoulder to carry it. The two of you walked towards the parking spots slowly. "It's... well... He didn't exactly insult me. He decided to pour a bottle of mountain dew over me. Now I'm all bloody and sticky." You complained softly, not really caring about the bloody part since that was your fault and you were used to it already.

Max nodded softly and pat your shoulder as she smiled. "It'll be okay. Next time just tell one of us, okay?"

You laughed and looked at her. "And what are you gonna do? Fight him for me? No way."

She chuckled softly. The girl looked towards a car, that blue camaro, before she looked at you. "You live across from us, right? Need a ride?"

You thought for a moment before nodding softly. "I'd love a ride. But maybe asked the person who's driving first."

Max sighed and nodded lightly. "Wait right here."

You nodded at her command and waited patiently as she walked to the car and spoke to the guy leaning on it. It was the guy you'd made eye contact with that day you first slept here.

He really has beautiful eyes. You thought as you stared at the two. You quickly looked away, though, when said male looked your way as if he wanted to kill you.

Him and Max seemed to argue for a moment before she walked towards you again and grabbed the sleeve of your shirt. "Cmon. Since you live across from us, he said it's cool as long as nothing gets dirty."

You looked down at yourself before looking at her again. "If I bleed on something, I'll clean it up. I promise."

You both laughed before making your way towards the car again.

Max sat in the back with you, laughing and talking to you. You tried to be as calm about it as possible, but the eye contact you had with her brother now and then made your guts twist in a weird way.

Once you were there, all of you got out of the car. You said thanks before giving Max a small side hug and then making your way over to your house. You unlocked the door and got inside.

You had exactly a second to breathe before your mother came running to you, clearly worried. "Oh baby!" She went to hug you tightly.

You turned your head away and sighed. "Mom, please..."

"What happened? The school said you were let off early. Why are you here so late? And why are you so sticky? Is it all the blood?"

You sighed and took your mother's hands. "Mom." , you started sternly so she'd listen. "I came home a little latet because I wanted to take a break before walking home. My friend offered that her brother could take me home too."

You paused for a moment before continuing. "During lunch break a guy poured mountain dew over me to annoy me and I lost it. So no, the blood isn't what's making me sticky. It's the drink that got poured over me."

Your mother seemed to relax just mildly as she gently held your hands close. "I'm so sorry, (N/n). Go take a shower and get changed, okay? I'll take care of your bruises afterwards."

You nodded softly and went upstairs to your room. You put your things away before taking a towel and going to take a shower in the bathroom that was right next to your own.

You hurried up to get yourself clean before you made your way back to your room, wrapped up tightly in the towel.

You walked up to your window to close the curtains but stopped for a moment when you saw Maxs' brother, standing at his window without really doing anything beside smoking.

You frowned lightly. And again, it happened. You noticed your stare and looked up at you. This time, you didn't look away.

You stared at each other for a minute, then two and then three. At first the stare was cold, from both sides, but eventually both of your stares went soft since glaring at someone was kinda annoying and hurt eventually.

You shrieked when your door opened and your mom came in. You closed the curtains before breathing out. "Mooom!! You scared me!"

Later that day, your mom came into your room while you were reading wuietly to yourself. She smiled at you before speaking up. "Hey, angel. There's someone at the door for you."

You raised a brow at her and stood up to go downstairs. At the door, you saw Max, smiling when she saw you.

"Hi, Max."

"Hi! So... we're meeting up at Steves place. Wanna come along?"

You thought for a moment, seeing her brother sitting in the car. You swallowed before leaning towards Max lightly. "Is he coming along?" You asked as you nudged your head towards him.

Max looked at her brother before nodding. "Yeah, Billy is coming along. But only because the adults get to drink alcohol."

You laughed softly and raised a brow. "Really? Wow, how nice. Well... sure. I'll come along. Give me a few minutes, I need to get ready."

She nodded and went to the car, where she got inside and spoken to her brother.

After about 10 minutes, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair looked the same it always did but you wore somewhat different clothing today.

Of course, you stayed all black, but your jeans were extra tight, and your shirt was a little shorter than usual. And on top of that, you took a grew hanky, which you put into your back packet happily, simply because you'd seen Eddie do it and it looked cool.

You were also aware of the meaning, but your pansexual ass could not care any less who comes to flirt with you. As long as they're old enough and kind, you were happy.

You quickly picked up some things you needed before saying bye to your parents. "I don't know when I'll be back, but if I stay at someone else's, I'll call."

After that, you ran to Billys car and went to sit in the back, again together with Max.

"Everyone ready now?", Billy asked, and you could feel your body growing goosebumps from how hot his voice sounded.

"Yes."

"Took long enough."

At Steves house, you were welcomed by music playing from inside. It wasn't the usual booming music from these parties around Hawkins. Instead it was rather nice music. Actually good music.

You followed Max and Billy inside, greeting everyone before sitting with the older people. This included Steve, Billy, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin. Later on, you found out that Jonathan would join some time later since he still had something to do.

You guys were in a separate room, but now and then, someone went to check on the kids. Especially when they went quiet.

Around 10 pm, some kids were asleep, others just had some small talk. By then, you already had one or two beers and weren't exactly steady on your feet anymore.

You were pretty sensitive to alcohol so it was no wonder. When the others went to swim in the pool, you sat at the edge, only being allowed to stay with someone at your side.

Steve said he'd watch you for a while, holding you up and talking to you to make sure you wouldn't feel alone or anything like that.

"So, I'm sorry, but I just can't not ask. These rumors about why you moved here. Are they true?", he asked to which you shook your head.

"Nope. I moved here because of my dad. Not cuz I got kicked outta school.", you murmured softly as you looked at the male in the water. "My dad got a new workplace, and Texas is too far away, and Hawkins was the closest without being too expensive."

Steve nodded softly as he moved out to sit beside you. "I see. Well... it was pretty cool how you beat up Jason."

You smiled and nodded lightly. "Thanks."

The two of you were intruppted by Billy approaching the two of you. He pat Steves shoulder before sighing. "Your boyfriend is in desperate need of you."

Steve laughed and got up slowly. "Alright. Be nice to them, Billy.", he said before walking off to where Eddie was.

For a few minutes, the two of you were quiet until you spoke up, without thinking of what the consequences might be. "You have pretty eyes. They remind me of salt water. And my favorite pool back in Texas."

Billy looked over at you with a slight red hue on his cheeks before he scoffed softly. "Well... yours aren't as bad either. Pretty soft for someone who's feared everywhere."

You cackled at what he said, not even knowing why you found it to be so funny. "Well...", you looked at him. "I do go soft for certain people."

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. It took a moment for you both to get soft again, but it happened. This expression of pure adoration in eachothers eyes.

"You're not as scary as people say you are."

"Neither are you."

And at that moment, something in your chest twisted and made you feel all warm inside. You had no idea what it was and why it was there, but you didn't complain. You liked it.

"I like you.", you said as you tilted your head lightly.

Billy laughed and looked away again. This time, he was more than red. "I like you too."

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #jargyle #ronance #steddie

[cevansbaby-dove]

Hello love! 🩷

I have a request for our one and only Chris Evans, because I adore the way you write for him! I'm thinking Chris x Best Friend!Reader for this one, though if you prefer another relationship, that's okay too!

Chris gifts Reader a professional photoshoot for her birthday, because she's mentioned to him it would be an absolute dream of hers to have professional photos taken.

Well, Chris being who he is has obviously a lot of connections, and he gifts her the most beautiful photoshoot where she gets to wear a few gorgeous dresses or other outfits, and it really boosts her confidence, which makes Chris happy too.

She asks to have a few photo's taken with him as well and he can't say no to her, so they also pose together for a few photos.

You can decide on the ending of the fic, but I love this idea and I already know you will make it amazing!

Thank you in advance 🩷

Title:Birthday wish come true.

Chris Evans X Best friend Reader

Chris's POV.

It's y/n's Birthday today! Oh and i have just the gift for her, I grab my phone and call up some peolpe when she texts me.

Y/N: Morning best friend! how are ya?

Chris:Morning sweetheart Happy Birthday!! Can we hang out today? i am free.

Y/N:Sure That would be awesome! 🙂 Any idea where?

Chris:I'll pick you up around ten ok?

Y/N:sure Chris see you soon.

I turn my phone off and text Meghan about my plans with y/n and she agrees that i have time to go to a photo shoot with my best girl!

I'm so excited to see her, she and i have been best friends for six months and they have been the best six months of my life. She's really sweet always putting everyone even me first.

No pov.

Your curling your hair when chris knocks on the front door. "he's here on time" You fix your hair and get dressed into this outfit.

You grab your phone and open the front door. "Hey Chris" You hug him and he says. "hey darling wow you look beautiful"

"thank you come in" Chris walks in and says. "we should go i have your uh.meeting at eleven" You say. 'Oh okay" You two walk to his car and he opens your door and you get in. "thanks"

You two head to a place and chris parks and says. "So you have told me about wanting professional pictures done for your profile right?"

You nod. "yea...wait!" he smiles. "I talked to some people and even Meghan let me take today with you"

You reach over and hug him. 'oh god chris thank you!" You pull away and his cheek. "ekk i can't wait!"

You two spend hours with the crew and then you get your pictures done and you pull chris in and wrap your arms around him and he wraps his arms around you and smiles. You look at him and someone says. "just kiss already!" You pull away and chris says. "right...uh.."

You two laugh and then chris says. "no no we are just friends" You smile. "yea friends"

Everyone looks at you two and chris says. "hey cut it out" You smile. "so, what's next?' Chris looks at you and says. "Whatever you want y/n" You smile. "Ice skating?"

Chris laughs.

"Sure oh scott wanted to join is that alright?" You nod. "yes i would love to see him you know how close we are" Chris puts his arms over your shoulder and says as you guys head to his car. "yes darling i know"

You get into chris's car and chris calls up scott as he drives. "I think he's in boston..." You laugh. "we'll find out when he-"

"hello chris how are you?" You hear scott say. Chris smiles. 'Hey scott im good i am with Y/n right now" You say. 'Scotty!!" "Y/N!!! HEYYY!!"

"Omg i am so glad to hear from youuu!" You laugh. "Me too" Chris says. "okay okay you two get a room" You hit his arm lightly. 'Chris jealous much?"

He says with a laugh. 'Nooo you'll know if i was" Scotty says. 'Okay so you just randomly called?" Chris says. "Uh Y/n wants to go skating and are you and steve free to join us?"

You smile at chris. Scott says 'Uh yea we are free but i thought oh wait it's y/n's birthday!? Oh shit!! bestie im sorry i forgot!! Yes we wll be there!"

Half an hour later you and chris get to the staking ring and get your skates on and chris says. "scott's here"

Scott and Steve walk in and Scott says. "heyyyy!" he hugs you. 'happy Birthday!!"

You hug him back. "Thank you! Oh you'll never guess what chris did with me this morning"

You tell them about the photoshoot and Steve says. "oh nice! can't wait to see them" You look over at chris and he is smiling at you.

After falling a few times thanks to chris. You guys head out for lunch. You smile as you look over at Chris who is running his mouth about his work.

Chris looks at you and say. "Well boys this was fun but i have some studying i have to do for class next week" Chris stands up and pulls your chair out when you go to stand up. "Sure thing darling" Steve and scott hug you and scott says. "let me know when your free and we will do a shopping dayyy"

You laugh. "okayy that would be great!" Chris smiles and says. "Can i join?" You and scott look at him and say. 'uh..hmmm maybe"

Chris laughs. "oh okay that's fine' he frowns and you say as you hug his arm. "ok you win!" He smiles. 'yes!"

Back at home.

You look at chris and say. 'thanks for the best birthday ever, Chris" He smiles. "you're welcome glad i could help" He leans over and kisses your forehead. You grin and say. "Good night chris" Chris smiles. "Night y/n" You step out of the car and walk into your home and grab your books and laptop and get into this outfit.

You put your glasses on and get on to studying, Chris send you a text when he gets home.

Chris: Got home darling have fun studying.

You look at your phone and smile.

Y/N: Glad your home safe, give dodger and hug from me please.

Chris sends a video.

You look at it and laugh lightly. "aww"

Y/N: aww!! that cute face of his...and yours...hehe.

Chris looks at your message and says. "Dodger this girl will be the death of us.." he smiles and texts you.

Chris: Oh? my smile is better or not as good?

Y/N: Chrissss i have to studyyyy can i answer that when im free?

Chris: Lol yes darling talk later.

And with that you go back to studying.

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[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Matchup for bg3! Please! 💜

She/they, bisexual

I have blueish-gray eyes with red hair that's in a side shave (like one side on my hair is shaved). I am chubby, I have tons of freckles except on my face. I like wearing emo style clothes or comfy clothes like hoodies and sweats. I hate dresses and shorts, I don't like showing off skin.

Likes: anything with drawing/painting, games including board games.

Dislikes: uhhh spiders, driving (I refuse to get a driver's license it's a huge fear of mine.) I'm not scared of being in a car just driving it.

Isfp-t, I am a cancer. People say I have rbf (resting bitch face). Though I am really nice to people, unless they mess with the people I care about then I couldn't care less about them. I try to be helpful when I can. When I am around people I know, I can be loud and talkative (the loud part isn't on purpose it's just when I'm happy or excited). I tend to put people a lot before myself. I don't really like talking about my personal issues to anyone and can be known as the therapy friend. It's the opposite though when I'm around people I don't know, I'll be quiet and not wanting to interact. I have adhd, depression and anxiety (wonderful I know). When I do get upset I don't talk and won't interact until I have calmed down. I do cuss a lot though I'm more careful when I'm around kids/people I don't know. If I have a fight with someone I prefer to sit and talk it out and hate it when they walk away from me when I'm just trying to talk to them.

If you need more info just message me! Thank you! 💜

A/N: You didn’t specify which gender result you’d prefer, but since you mentioned you’re bisexual, I included my top male and female picks below! I hope you enjoy!!!

For you, @veethewriter , I think you’d be a great match for either Halsin (Male) or Shadowheart (Female)!

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ Halsin would be a great fit for you! He’s kind and very artistic himself. And while he enjoys woodwork the most, I think he’d appreciate an afternoon of drawing or painting with you outside in the grove. Many Wood Elves, like Halsin, have either red or brown-hued hair, so he’s used to seeing such a color on people. However, he swears no other elf can compare with how gorgeous your hair color is. And he finds your side shave particularly alluring. He also adores your figure. He is a big guy, he’s tall and very muscular, and can’t help but want to hold and pick you up and squish you (if you’d let him that is). Your supple shape reminds him of nature’s bountiful harvest.

And while he himself has absolutely no qualms about showing off his skin, he respects your desire not to. Not everyone is as comfortable free of the confines of clothing as he is, this he’s well aware of. He’s always on the lookout for organic, comfortable elven clothing he could gift you.

And the good thing about Faerun is the fact that there aren't any cars. If you want to go somewhere, you’ll need wheels, heels, or a spell of some sort. (Or if you’re lucky, a druid boyfriend who can transform into different rideable wild animals. Can you imagine, strolling up to town on the back of a big brown bear? No one would mess with you! lol)

I’m not 100% decided on Halsin’s MBTI. Part of me feels he’s introverted, then again, he’s very willing to meet and work to help others- strangers even, so long as they’re kind and help him in return. I do, however, feel pretty confident that he’s a Feeler as well, so you have one letter out of the four for sure in common. And the two of you are also very open-minded, which he loves. Halsin can’t see himself in a romantic relationship with someone if they were to be angry and close-minded. An on/off sexual relationship? Sure. But for him to have that deeper kind of love, you’d need to be tolerant- which you are!

I also imagine him to be a Taurus, which furthers how compatible he is with you- a cancer. You two are so in love, it’s almost spiritual, like a soulmate sort of connection. No matter how sad or moody (or emo as you said) you can get, his steady and stable temperament will help comfort you, and ground you in times of great emotion.

Halsin, as an archdruid, is kind of the “Dad friend” of the Grove and his Party. He’s the one people turn to for advice and mentorship. You being the therapy friend understand the toll this can take. You’re able to support each other and lavish each other with much-needed rest and recovery when the demands of everyone’s emotional sharing/dumping become too much to take.

Halsin is a very focused and rather positive person, which can be a direct contrast to you with your ADHD and depression. But that’s a really good thing because, for all the things you forget, he remembers. And for all the times your illness and life get you down, he’s right there to pick you back up, or even just ride it out with you until the feelings pass. His presence radiates calm- he’s like a walking talking security blanket. If you’re feeling anxious, you can grab his hand, or have him lay on top of you for some compression therapy (don’t worry, he’s supporting 95% of his weight himself so as to not accidentally crush you lol).

He appreciates how mindful you are around the little ones. It makes his heart flutter. And he can’t help but think what it would be like to be in a family of his own with you one day.

♥ ♡ ♥ Shadowheart is quiet and determined. She’s reserved, especially around strangers, and she puts on a good front, but deep down she’s a sweet girl with a traumatic past. She doesn’t like talking about it too much (that is of course, if she remembers it), but for some reason, she’s more okay sharing such things with you.

She’s not very extroverted or loud, but she can appreciate it when you are. Your joy is infectious, and it’s something she hasn’t felt in a while, so she wants to do everything in her power to make you happy because when you’re happy- she’s happy.

And oh boy does she need therapy! As the therapy friend, she greatly appreciates your ability to listen and not judge when she does talk about her past or her feelings. Being raised in a cult is complicated, and there’s A LOT to process there. It’s gonna take time, and thanks to your open-minded demeanor, she feels safe enough to do a fair amount of it with you.

As a cancer, you and Shadowheart are very compatible romantically as I see her as an Aquarius. Both of you are smart, and devoted, and have a lot of feelings. The main difference is in how those feelings come out. For you, it’s easier to emote than it is for her. But that’s good. When you’re too emotional, she’s ready to reel you back in. And when she’s being too cold, you can help pull her out of her shell.

Shadowheart also has a ‘resting bitch face’, but that doesn’t mean she’s judging everyone. Okay, maybe she’s judging everyone a little bit, but to be fair there are a lot of peculiar characters out there and one can never be too safe! The two of you rarely get any trouble from strangers because you are too tough to mess with. From your more emo style to her ‘dont-fuck-with-me’ attitude, absolutely no one’s gonna be crossing you!

Shadowheart herself probably has a slew of health concerns and mental illnesses that she has yet to address. I imagine, that once she comes to learn the truth of her past, she is at increased risk for anxiety and depression. So weirdly, it’s almost a blessing her partner knows what it’s like living with these things. Your experience shows her that life can and does go on. And she doesn’t want to spend the rest of her with anyone other than you.

#baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate imagine #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 matchups #baldurs gate matchups #bg3 #halsin x reader #shadowheart x reader #halsin imagine #shadowheart imagine #hc #matchups

[greypetrel]

WIP (not) Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @ndostairlyrium and @melisusthewee, thank you both! <3

My recent trip to the seaside (not) for my health ended, but I didn't draw much on pc, and the pics I took of my sketchbook are MEH. So this is a writing one: I had an illumination for the DadWolf AU, turned around some chapters and changed the pov of the first ones (which I already wrote). I am unsure whether to start posting the full thing on AO3 even without a buffer, let me know what you'd prefer!

Tagging: @daggerbeanart @whimsyswastry @dungeons-and-dragon-age @idolsgf @spainkitty and YOU!

Woods around Wycome, 9:15 Dragon, Early Guardian.

It was a special day indeed.

Aisling had asked her mamae at least ten zillion times to ride with her, today. But her mamae always told her no, she was too little to come with her, as she worked. The Dalish never stopped in one place, and someone needed to guide them. Her mamae was that person, the Keeper, and Aisling was proud of her.

Her mamae was beautiful and strong and proud, and Aisling wished nothing more than to become just like her when she grew up: tall and elegant on the back of her hart, Myriani, because hallas and harts were still more reliable and inexpensive than cars, more suitable to drive off-track, riding fast to scout the road ahead, or to parlay with humans in a village or in nearby houses, or to take care of giant spiders like the Emerald Knights she always told her stories about. Those were her favourite stories, save the one with hallas and dragons.

More than anything, Aisling wanted to become a mage, like mamae. But as much as she tried, nothing ever happened. Mamae chuckled at her trials, and always told her with a kiss on her cheek that the time will come, she just needed to be patient and not rush it.

But today it was Aisling’s fourth birthday, and as a gift she had asked mamae if she could ride with her today, and not climb in the aravel with the other children. She promised she would be good and not be a bother, and squeezed her hands together and pouted at her, jumping on her spot from the emotion.

Mamae had examined her, long and doubtful, a smile tucked in the corner of her mouth.

And then, that smile came forth, her lips -Aisling’s same full lips- curled up, and her expression melted some.

“You have to promise me to be on your best behaviour, ma hallain.” She told her, very seriously. “And that if I tell you to hop down and hide, you will do just so.”

Aisling squealed in happiness, jumped around -the snow made the nicest of noises when her feet pressed on it. Mamae tried to catch her, but when she jumped in a place where the snow was too high, she tripped and fell, with an oomph.

The snow was cold in her collar, but it was meaningless: it just made her giggle, as she sat up and shook herself left and right, like a dog.

“Aisling, I’m serious. Do as I tell you, ok?” Mamae crouched in front of her, a hand cupped her cheek and brought her to look at her, as the other swiped snow away from her head. She had her serious face, but as always, it was but a smile away.

“Ok.”

She answered, solemnly. Mamae kissed her forehead, and scooped her up in her arms, to help her on the saddle. Aisling waited patiently on top of it, balancing carefully forward to caress the thick fur of Myriani, and thank him for bringing them on his back. She liked it a lot when mamae jumped up graciously behind her, and tucked her close to her front, a hand protectively in front of her bust.

“Hold on tight with your thighs.” She told her, taking the reins with her free hands.

Aisling nodded, barely containing her excitement. Mamae asked her if she was afraid to run, but Aisling puffed up her chest and told her that no, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t a baby anymore, after all, today.

Her mamae smiled down at her, light brown hair -the same colour as her- disappearing in her fur-lined hood. She carefully took up Aisling’s, fixed her coat so she was covered all the way up to her nose.

“You listen to me and you behave, ma hallain, remember it.” She recommended one last time, but she was still smiling.

They both knew that Aisling wouldn’t have behaved, because she never did, but they both pretended this time was different.

Mamae turned to address the other members of the clan that were bound to come with them -a small trip to the village, to buy some supplies and hopefully repair the radio and the cellphones. Somehow, all of their electronic devices had stopped functioning, and no one could get them to function again.

Everyone nodded along, communicating that they were ready, backs straight: mamae was kind and loving, but she commanded respect in everyone.

And then, with a last “Hold on tight.”, mamae kicked her heels, clicked her tongue on her palate, and the hart bleated aloud, before starting to run.

#wip wednesday #dadwolf au #writing petrel #aisling lavellan #I know I always write about her but she's my favourite doll at the moment #and I need the kindness #seriously tempted to start posting this #mmmmmh

[drabblesandimagines]

Driver

Pairings: Kazuki x reader Warnings - car crash, explosions, implied death Word count: 4,411 For an anon request. Please do keep sending in requests - love the inspiration!

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You enter the café – shoving the door open with a little more force than is strictly necessary. Kyu raises an eyebrow at you, but continues his polishing. You glance around to find the establishment empty – not unusual for the time of day – and take a seat at the bar. Once you’re settled, you remove the USB stick he’d given you last night and place it down on the counter, sliding it over to him.

“Nuh-uh, Kyu. You’ve got to have something better than this for me.”

“Sorry?” He scoffs. “Didn’t think your current situation allowed you to be so picky.”

That stings. You’ve been out of work for a little bit, courtesy of a broken wrist slipping on the ice in the winter. You’ve been out of the cast for just over a month now and the limb’s finally back to its normal level of flexibility. Your savings account has taken quite the hit due to being out of work for so long and Kyu is somehow aware. Figures.

“Rude.”

“That’s all I have for you – take it or leave it. I don’t care either way.”

You sigh, looking at the USB stick. It’s not so much the job that’s the issue, it’s the people it’s with. It’s always clear when someone in the Organization is starting to get sloppy and you’d seen the articles in the papers whilst you were at home, losing your mind. It only took a tiny amount of asking around to find out who was acting the clowns – Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa.

Everything they’d done recently seemed to draw publicity and was a little less subtle than things usually were - a Christmas party with literally hundreds of witnesses had been the most publicized. You preferred under the radar jobs as much as possible and you had pride on how you handled your job. Your father had been a mechanic with a shady side career. He’d taught you how to drive and how to hot-wire all manners of vehicles since you were 12 years old and you’d helped him in his endeavors right up until his death. When you found yourself facing homelessness at 17, you’d found yourself with Kyu as a contact.

“They’ve just been so… flashy.”

Kyu smirks – he’d also used the word in reference to the two. “And that’s why I’ve partnered you up. You’ve been out of work for a while and after an injury, we need a skill check. Make those two look good and you’ll be back in the good books.” He slides you across an espresso you hadn’t noticed he was making. “On the house.”

“You’re not going to sweeten me up with free coffee.”

“As I said, take it or leave it. I don’t care. I can get another driver to take it, but you’re not getting any other work until they’re happy that you’ll still up to scratch.”

You bristle at that. Up to scratch?

You down the espresso in one and snatch back the USB stick as you leave.

--

You sigh, before opening up a new email and pasting in the email address from the USB stick.

Hey. Kyu’s referred me over as a driver. When and where can we meet to discuss?

You heat up some leftovers and settle on the couch in front of some mindless TV. An hour or so later, your burner phone dings with a reply.

Great! Can you meet at the attached at 11am tomorrow?

Attached is an address. You search it via the maps app, surprised when it seems to be a residential address rather than an office or a warehouse where your usual briefings took place, but then granted it’s the boss’ son you’ll be dealing with, perhaps they’re comfortable doing things there.

See you then.

It’s a nice morning as you make your way to the address. You’re dressed pretty casual – black boots, black skirt and tights, white t-shirt and a black denim jacket with your hair down loose. It’s a huge apartment complex by the river-side, much more aesthetic than your dinghy box-room apartment downtown. You press the button for the elevator and ascend to the top floor, head towards the numbered door as directed and ring the doorbell, looking around as you wait.

The door opens – a handsome blonde man in a blue t-shirt, a pink shirt, cargo shorts and an apron with a cartoon shark on it greets you. He’s not who you’d immediately picture as an assassin and you wonder if you’ve possibly misread the address.

He stares at you for what seems an eternity.

“Diesel?” You sigh. It was a dumb nickname from your teens and it had stuck. You were pretty sure there were those in the Organization who knew your real name – Kyu did for sure but knew better than to use it – so most people knew you as that.

“Mm-hm.” You nod.

“I’m Kazuki, come on in.” He widens the door and steps back, allowing you entry. You step in but as Kazuki shuts the door, a force slams you into the wall, twisting your arm behind your back.

“Are you armed?” A voice hisses in your ear.

You stomp on your assailant’s foot firmly, thankful you still had your boots so you can really aim for the toes. Their grip stays firm though you’re sure it must’ve hurt.

“Rei!” The blonde protests. “Get off her.”

“I said, are you armed?”

“No!” You mumble into the wall. A hand starts patting down your sides to double-check before you’re finally released. You scowl at the dark-haired man – this must be the Suwa heir. His hair is long and shaggy and he looks like he could do with a few good meals and a week’s sleep.

“What the hell? Is that how you treat all your guests?”

“I’m sorry about Rei, there was a better way to do that. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” Your arm smarts but you’re not going to give him any satisfaction. “Can we get down to business already? I don’t have all day.”

“Please – follow me!” Kazuki starts heading further into the apartment and you follow, aware that Rei is behind you – probably to make sure you’re not about to pull something.

You’re led to a kitchen table where there’s a laptop and folder waiting. You’re surprised to see a child’s seat there too. Rei sees you staring as you take the seat next to it, but you won’t ask. It’s a job. There’s no need for pleasantries.

“So…” Kazuki slides over a manilla folder to you. “This is our hit.” You flip it open and are greeted by a surveillance photo of a young man, drinking and smoking at what appears to be a casino. Seems like he’s irritated someone enough to be removed from the picture.

“Uh-huh, and where do you picture me in this scheme?”

“Well, intel suggests the perfect time to hit him is two days away. He’s due to be heading into the country for a week. We’re trying to be more subtle” – it’s hard not to notice the side-eye he gives to his partner. “so my thought was to run him off the road, make it look like an accident.” He opens up his laptop and spins it round, showing you a route. “There’s a section of the road along the cliff here. He’s known for his love of fast cars and speeding, so it could be quite subtle.”

“Can you not run him off the road, blondie?” You ask the obvious question.

He raises his eye at your choice of nickname but doesn’t comment. “I’m not so confident in my driving skills in that type of terrain. Worried I might drive off the cliff myself, but I’m reluctant for an all guns blazing approach.”

“Mm.” You agree. “Do you have in here what he drives?”

Kazuki slides the folder back over to himself momentarily, scanning the documents before he finds what he’s looking for. “There.” He flips it back around and taps.

You recognize the model. “Ooft, fancy. That’s high spec and is pretty speedy. You’ll need something that can keep pace, but heavy enough to survive the impact without the risk of us getting injured too.”

“Do you have anything?” Rei asks.

You sigh. “Nah, not to hand. I usually jack a car for the job, but I don’t think I’m going to find something suitable on the streets for this.” You drum your fingers on the table, thinking for a moment. “Can I look something up on your computer real quick?”

Kazuki nods and pushes it forward. You open up a new tab and search – finding what you’re looking for with ease. You swing it back round. “This could be the solution though.”

“A dealership?” He questions.

“An exclusive dealership. They’re showcasing some army models there at the moment on the sly. The specs are intense and it’s a solid body – it should keep up with his car no problem.”

“How are you going to steal a car from there?” Kazuki questions. “Let alone one that’s not for the public to purchase.”

You twirl your hair between your fingers. “I have an idea. But first, do you have a really outlandish suit?”

Kazuki grins.

--

It’s the day of the hit. You wanted to be at the dealership as soon as it opened, but Kazuki said they weren’t available until 9am due to ‘prior commitments.’ Fine – they were technically the lead on this after all. You’re waiting down in their car park, leaning against the limo your hook-up had provided. You did each other favours all the time – getting cars in for their elusive clients and in turn they sourced you cars if you needed cover. It’s bright white, leather seats, shiny rims – it screams more money than sense.

Thankfully, their car park has remained quiet whilst you’ve been waiting for them to join you. The elevator dings and you see the two exit, dressed exactly as ordered. Kazuki is in a bright red suit, cravat and all, sunglasses on and looks the real deal. Rei is dressed in a more simple black suit – well-fitted but not screaming ‘look at me’.

Kazuki whistles at your attire as they approach, his eyes going down your body before he stops at your feet. “I don’t think the trainers quite go with the look, Diesel.”

“You try driving in stilettos, then we’ll talk.” You’re wearing a tight black cocktail dress, heavily applied make-up with bright pink lipstick, your hair is in soft curls and on your feet are comfy black and white trainers. You head to the back of the limo and open up the trunk and sit down, removing your trainers and removing a pair of high heel shoes to put on. Rei and Kazuki join you and place their bags in the trunk before you pass Rei a chauffeur’s hat. “To complete your look.”

“Why am I the chauffer again?” He mumbles.

“Sorry, you don’t just scream rich asshole to me as much as blondie does right now.” You wink, getting to your feet before retrieving a small clutch bag. “I mean, look at him.”

“You do know this is my own suit, right?” Kazuki raises an eyebrow.

“And I stand by it. We ready?” You slam the trunk shut and chuck Rei the keys.

Rei sighs. “Let’s get this part over with.” He goes to open the driver’s door when you clear your throat loudly.

“Baby, where did you get this one from?” You stomp your foot as you ask in a whiny voice. “He’s not even going to open the door for me and I just had my nails done. Tell me, do these look like the nails of someone who does manual labour?”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Kazuki joins in, sliding an arm around your waist. “He’ll learn. Ahem.” He looks pointedly at Rei.

Rei stares for a moment at the pair of you in disbelief, before scowling even more and opening the door for you. “After you, ma’am.”

“Much better.” You smirk and slide into the back of the limo, Kazuki following after. Rei slams the door shut a little heavy, but you’ll give him a pass. You’d left the partition between the driver and passenger areas down so you watch him get situated before he starts the engine and begins the drive to the dealership.

You open your clutch, pulling out a spray bottle. You spray it into your mouth and wince at the taste, before you liberally spray yourself and then Kazuki.

“What is that?” He flinches back from your assault.

“Vodka. They need to think we’re wasted. Open your mouth.” You order and he reluctantly opens, also wincing when it hits the back of his throat.

“What is that – paint stripper?”

“It was the most potent stuff I had in the cupboard.” You shrug, putting it back in your clutch.

“Potent’s the word for it. Ugh.” Kazuki groans.

“Tell us when we’re a few minutes out, okay?” You direct towards Rei.

He grunts in response.

The dealership is about 20 minutes away and you’re not one for idle chit-chat so the ride passes in relative silence until Rei lets you know you’re four minutes away.

“And we all remember the plan and back-up plan?”

“Yes,” Kazuki and Rei chorus.

“Good.” You press the button on the divider between the front and back and it slides up, obscuring Rei’s view before you grab Kazuki by his ascot and push him down on the seats and straddle him. He looks alarmed for a moment – had he forgotten this bit? But then he pulls you down and starts to kiss your neck, moving up to your jaw and then, finally, your lips.

You bite gently at his lip in response and he moans, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He feels good. You run your hands through his hair, ruffling it up, before your fingers work on the first couple of his shirt buttons and you slip a hand against his muscular chest.

One of his hands is now in your hair, the other on your ass, your dress riding up. Kazuki’s a surprisingly good kisser and it’s getting a little heavier than you intended, but, hey, you’re not complaining…

Suddenly, the door is opened and Kazuki’s head falls out, breathless and his mouth smudged with your pink lipstick. Rei has the usual expressionless look upon his face, but the dealership associate besides him looks quite shell-shocked by the scene they seem to have interrupted.

“Apologies, sir,” Rei breaks the silence, “but we’ve arrived.”

You giggle, crawling back off Kazuki’s chest and allowing him to sit up. He nods to Rei before stumbling out the car. You see the associate’s nose twitch at the vodka cologne you’d concocted – perfect.

Kazuki offers his hand back to you and you take it, stepping out the car with a little more grace – or as much as you can when your dress is riding up dangerously high. You wink at the associate as you shimmy it down and he looks flustered before attempting to compose himself.

“Good morning, it is a great honor to have you here.” He bows. “What can I help you with today?”

“Well, baby said he’s gonna buy me a car!” You pull at Kazuki’s arm. “I crashed the last one but I promise to be much more careful this time.”

“Anything for my honey,” Kazuki drawls back.

“I want a big one.”

“I’m sure we can find something suitable for the lady’s tastes, sir, if you’d follow me.” He gestures towards the showroom.

“Great. We’ll call for you when we’re ready.” Kazuki says to Rei.

“Very good, sir.” Rei nods, before shutting the passenger door and heading back to the driver’s seat. You lean heavily on Kazuki’s arm as the associate leads you into the showroom, leading you to a plush sofa surrounded by outrageously expensive cars. There’s a table covered with brochures and he makes you both a coffee while he encourages you to pursue the catalogues.

As he returns, you make a show of haphazardly flicking through the pages and pouting. “No, all these cars suck. I thought you said this place was exclusive, baby.”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“I want something big, powerful and indestructable...” You shift your legs on the sofa, aware that your dress is riding up again from the associate’s flush face.

“Don’t you have anything better? Price is no barrier for my darling girl.” Kazuki directs at the associate.

“Er, well, we do have an exclusive just arrived, for certain clientele…” Kazuki glares at him. “I can show you, if you’re interested. It’s, er…” He looks around but there’s no-one else in the show room. “..army spec.”

“I wanna see!” You demand.

“And you will, sweetheart,” Kazuki squeezes your thigh. “Show us.”

“Okay. This way, please.” He gets to his feet and leads you out the back, picking up a key on the way from a lockbox behind the desk. In the back there’s a non-descript car – much like a jeep.

“Now, I know it doesn’t look much, but that’s the beauty of it. It’s fast and strong – bullet-proof, even…”

“Bullet-proof, baby!” You tug at Kazuki’s arm. “Surely that means I can’t wreck it. I wanna sit in the front.”

“You heard the lady.” Kazuki directs to the associate, snapping his fingers. The man fumbles with the keys and you hear it unlock. You clap your hands giddily and open the door before clambering up. You’re sure you flash both Kazuki and the associate as you situate yourself in the steering wheel, chucking your clutch bag on the passenger seat.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?”

“So good, baby. I love it. Give me the keys.” You hold your hand expectantly out to the associate.

“I… I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t…” He sounds flustered. “We don’t permit test drives when, er, people have been drinking.”

“Oh…” You frown. “Fine. But I still want it! Baby, I can have it, right? You’ll buy it for me? I really want this one.”

“Okay, okay, anything for you.” He turns back to the associate. “Can you tell me more about the specs? I want my darling safe as possible.”

You use the distraction to shut the driver’s door. The associate gives you a look but with the keys firmly in hand, he knows you’re not off anywhere soon. Kazuki points towards the back rims, moving them out of eyesight of you for a few moments. You remove the stilettos, throwing them into the passenger footwell and pick up your clutch bag. Opening it, you remove a screwdriver and pliers and pop open the electronics console under the steering wheel, disabling the alarm before it can even beep. Kazuki and the associate are still chatting as you work on setting it for the hot-wire. It’s a little difficult in newer cars as they’re always improving the technology but with army specs, you know they don’t go as hard on the security - it wouldn’t be ideal to strand your soldiers if they lost their car keys – so you’re pretty confident when you put twist the two wires you’ve cut together the engine will roar to life.

You lean over and open the passenger door. “Baby, come sit with me! I’m lonely…”

Kazuki nods. “Can you go and get things organised for the wire transfer? I can’t keep my girl waiting.” The associate nods and heads back towards the office.

Kazuki gets in and once the associate disappears from view, he clicks in his seatbelt. You follow suit before feeling under the steering wheel and twisting the wires together. The engine starts to your delight and without hesitation, you accelerate furiously into the gates – the metal crumpling in the vehicle’s path.

“They weren’t lying, this thing is strong.”

In the rear-view mirror, you see the associate run out of the office, stunned.

--

Rei is waiting in the limousine at the rendezvous point – a plot of land near the hit’s house, making sure he didn’t head up into the country earlier than they’d been informed. As you park the beast of a car, you turn to the blonde.

“Can you grab my trainers out the limo?”

Kazuki nods and hops out to greet Rei, before retrieving your shoes. He brings them over to the driver’s side as you open the door and he presents them to you with a flourish.

“Your slippers, Cinderella.”

“Thank you, my prince,” you winked and put them on quickly before jumping down. “Any movement?”

“No, he’s still there.”

“Great.” You dug around your clutch bag again for the screwdriver before setting to work on removing the registration plates on the stolen car. The two assassins are having a hushed conversation as you work but you catch an odd word here and there – one that sounds like daycare? - but, honestly, you couldn’t care less and concentrate on your work. After the plates are off, you pick up the jerrycan you’d filled earlier that morning. You didn’t know exactly how much it would have in the tank at the dealership. It wouldn’t be wise to steal the thing and then stop for gas.

Kazuki slipped into the back of the limo with his duffel bag and emerged in a jumper and jean combo as Rei packed the plates into the back of the car. The plan was to ditch them in the river later. After you’d sorted the car, you dug out a baggy jumper to throw over the dress. It was still probably too short but at least you looked more casual in the jumper and trainers than you had just stumbled out of the nightclub. Checking the trunk was now empty, you shut it and left the keys behind the sun visor – your friend would be retrieving it later this afternoon.

The three of you sat in the car. Kazuki in the front seat with you and Rei in the back. You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel as Kazuki kept an eye on the front of the hit’s house with binoculars.

“We’re on.” He commented, as he caught sight of the target heading towards a very expensive-looking sports car. “Ready?”

“Always, blondie.” You winked, turning on the engine. You watched as the man reversed out of the driveway and headed towards the expressway, before you followed at distance. You weaved in and out of traffic easily, keeping him in sight the entire time.

“He’s getting a bit far away, isn’t he?” Kazuki questioned.

“Oh, no!” You replied sarcastically, maintaining your speed. “Sorry, I thought you hired me to drive. Wanna switch?” That shut him up pretty quick.

After about half an hour, the traffic had thinned out as you hit the coastal path. The target took advantage of the empty roads to really put his foot down and you followed suit. The car was heavy all right but the engine really packed a punch and it was super responsive to every steering tweak you made. You were near the suggested spot – a notorious point where people had driven off the road due reckless speed and the way the road zig-zagged – not a good combination but perfect for your intentions. You’d slowly been catching up with him and it became clear he’d noticed as when you were about a car length’s behind the bastard brake-checked. You weren’t a novice behind the wheel though and it gave you the perfect opportunity to move over into the other lane – thankfully clear of opposing traffic. As you began to become parallel with the target, you leaned over, “Blondie, might wanna hop in the back now and go behind the driver’s seat with Rei.”

He nods, unclipping his seat belt and climbs into the back seat. You caught Rei’s eyes in the rear-view mirror as he did so, who nods and withdraws his gun. You’d agreed the other day that if things did go well and truly south and the target pulled a weapon on you that Rei would intervene.

You look through the passenger window and see the man in question. He’s laughing, enjoying the race, it seems. Probably thinks your car is too chunky to match his. Too bad. You jerk the steering wheel to the left and the two collide, sending his vehicle bouncing off to the dirt on the side of the road. His carefree face turns to one of confusion, then panic as he struggles to control the machine as he tries to steer back to the tarmac. He then tries to brake but you match the speed perfectly, ramming him in the side again. His car begins to spin out of control, you ease off your acceleration as it rotates back into the road, before you hit the gas again and get alongside him, giving one last hard shunt and the car goes spinning off the edge, down into the chasm below. You slam on the brakes and yank up the handbrake, bringing the car to a complete stop without losing control. As you go to exit the car, a huge fireball erupts from below the cliff in a flash, before settling back down. The three of you exit and look down to find nothing but flames.

“Well, I’d call that a success.”

“Mm.” Rei nods.

Suddenly, you find yourself yanked up off the ground and you’re being crushed in Kazuki’s arms.

“Blondie!” You protest, as his embrace threatens to squeeze the air out of your lungs.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been so long since one of my plans has gone the right way!”

“Gee, thanks.” You retort as he puts you down, sheepishly. “So glad you believed in me.”

You turn back to get in the car, missing when Kazuki and Rei share a knowing look. Rei beats you to the driver’s seat, cutting in front of you. “I’m driving.”

“Uh, excuse me?” You frown, but the blonde man takes your hand, tugging you towards the back seat.

“I thought we could go over part one on the plan again, baby,” Kazuki smirks. “Rei drives and…”

“Oh.” You catch on and hop up into the back seat, sliding in so he can follow you. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to practice some more, in case there’s a next time.”

“Yeah, next time.” Kazuki agrees, before crushing his lips into yours.

Rei wishes this car had a partition.

#ghostdogwrites #buddy daddies fanfic #kazuki kurusu #kazuki x reader #kazuki x you #reader requests #suwa rei #rei suwa #buddy daddies #buddy daddies x reader

[pvffinsdaisies]

May I hear more about your Fem! Finland? She sounds interesting, and I also portray my Finland as a woman 👀

Sure you can! ✨ I’m sooo happy to hear you’re interested in my silly little OC portrayals. And also especially relieved to hear you also see finny as a woman, I always get nervous talking about it due to some sexist comments I received last year for preferring female fin.

I won’t get into that!

Anyway, since I wrote so little about them last time, I thought I’d give you a list of my headcanons for Aino. Free to steal if you’d like, and if you have any headcanons for fem! Fin I encourage you to send me them. 😌✨🇫🇮.

Aino is an animal lover through and through, she loves all animals and is pretty knowledgable on most animal species that live in her country. She has a huge admiration and respect for bears especially. However, her favourites are by far birds. She’s such a bird nerd, she owns many books on them, she loves bird watching, and she actually makes and puts up bird houses in her garden every spring time.

She has a Finnish lapphund as a pet. She’s white, and her name is “lumi”, which means snow in Finnish.

They’re a bit of an old soul, in a sense. They older “old” people hobbies, like fishing, knitting and long walks. Aikkuli finds she needs slower moments in life to wind down and appreciate some of the simpler things.

However, they need to have their fast paced hobbies too, the things that make them feel alive. They’re a huge fan of ice hockey, but they also love rally driving, and can actually ride a motorcycle.

Speaking of rally, Aino loves cars! They’re so fascinated by them, they’re the type to ask someone 10 million different questions about what type of car they drive, they find it interesting

She adores moomin! Has a whole collection of moomin mugs. The animated series from the 90s is her comfort show, and they’re constantly relating things happening in real life to something that happened in either the moomin books, or in the show.

Aikkuli really enjoys skiing, and due to their competitive nature, they get upset when left out of “who’s the best nordic at skiing” debates, even though objectively, they’re not as good at Sweden, and especially not as good as Norway.

Whilst they can’t see creatures, Aino is still quite interested in her old pagan beliefs, and owns a Kalevala, and other books about old Finnish mythology. In modern day, they’re not entirely sure what their religion is, but they also don’t often sit down and actually ponder it.

Their secret talent is that they know how to dance! They’re quite good at ballroom type stuff, but their skills don’t really translate to other forms. She’s a little embarrassed by this, and doesn’t like to tell or show people that often.

Whilst Aino is a very independent woman, who’s not super lenient on anyone, they can be really clingy with Estonia. Often choosing to hang around with Eesti as often and they possibly can. Sometimes it may feel like it’s a bit much, but truth be told? Estonia sometimes feels like their only genuinely close friend they can undoubtably trust.

Fin easily lets their competitive nature get the better of her, and it’s not uncommon for her to take it too far. Especially if Sweden is involved. Be cautious to play anything against both Sweden and Finland. If Aikkuli wins, they will not stop bragging and rubbing it in sve’s face for the rest of the week, and if they lose they can sometimes became extremely resentful. The atmosphere will be cold for a while afterwards.

Aikkuli lives for heavy metal music, they probably listen to some songs from other genres too, but is absolutely a metal head first and foremost. She goes to heavy metal gigs and concerts as often as they can. And they definitely blast their music as loud as they want when they’re in their car.

Ahh! There we go! Sorry this took a while to respond to, I don’t really touch Aino all that much so it can be hard for me to just list things about them on the spot. I have sooo many thoughts about them, but I always struggle to type them out. I partially blame the hiatus I took from her character, it feels like I’m tugging hard to get her off the shelf, but they don’t wanna move 😅😅

#also sorry they turn so negative towards the end #whoopsies #hetalia #aph finland #hetalia oc

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 20 - Shopping in Shimokitazawa

(Long post - Kaoru showing his fashion preferences, and buying a new item)

K: Hi, this is The Freedom of Expression, I'm Kaoru from Dir en grey.

J: And I'm Joe Yokomizo.

K: Its so hot!!

J: Agh, yes! Its almost pointless saying it at this stage, but we still can't help it.

K: Why has it been so hot recently??

J: I don't know, but its the first thing you wanna say, right?

K: Isn't it always super hot whenever we film on location?

J: Haha, yes, but at least its not raining.

K: Well, yeah.

J: A lot of typoons come in this season, so we are lucky to get a sunny day in that sense. But actually, I was gonna say, there is something slightly different about today...someone is missing. Isn't it strange?

K: Huh? Whats going on?

J: Well, we are here in Shimokitazawa this morning...

K: Yeah, its kinda early, right?

J: Yeah...well, its early for us.

K: Haha

J: But Tasai didn't turn up at the meeting time. He is usually always on time, right?

K: He is usually early.

J: Yeah, he is always the first to arrive, isn't he? So I thought it was a bit strange for him not to be here, so I called him, but he didn't answer. If he was on his way, he'd answer, right? So I thought, Huh??, and tried calling him again. Eventually he answered, and he was like, 'Joe, whats wrong, why are you calling me at this time in the morning?'

K: Haha

J: 'Nevermind "whats wrong"! We are filming on location today!!', and he was like, 'Oh my god , oh my god!! I'll come now!'

K: Haha

J: He was really panicking.

K: So, he's still coming even though we started filming already?

J: Yep, hopefully. I don't want to give away too much personal info, but he doesn't live far from Shimokitazawa, haha.

K: Oh, so he'll probably be here.

J: Yes, everyone look out for his reaction when he arrives! Anyway, so we are in Shimokitazawa today, in front of this sign for Azuma dōri. Leader, do you know this area?

K: Well, I've been here a few times, but not tonnes.

J: Oh really?! You are not that familiar with it?

K: Not really, no.

J: Shimokitazawa is the place for bandmen to hang out thought, isn't it?

K: Yeah, so I've come here to drink and stuff, but I haven't really had a look around the streets much. Having said that, I do feel like around here has changed a lot since before. The train tracks have disappeared!

J: Yeah, the tracks have moved underground, and there was some talk about having tall buildings here. But the locals fought against this, saying that Shimokitazawa is not that kind of neighborhood, so now its just as we can see here. There is also a lot of redevelopment going on, there used be so many filthy, old shops here, but now there are a lot of really nice places. Ok, so why have we come to Shimokitazawa? Well, on the last live broadcast, we talked about going to record stores, didn't we? Do you remember, Leader?

K: Yeah, we did say that.

J: So today we are gonna visit the famous store Disc Union! Do you know this store?

K: Yes. I've never been to the branch in Shimokitazawa, but I've been to others.

J: Yeah, i buy a lot of records, so Disc Union has been very useful. From where I live, I tend to use the Shinjuku branch, but there are loads of musician types who live in Shimokitazawa, right? So, who knows, we might get some rare finds. We will have a walk through Shimokitazawa and then check out Disc Union, but we won't do any editing to the footage.

K: Will it be ok?

J: I don't know, anything could happen. Like just then with cars and motobikes driving right in front of the camera.

K: Well, we can't do anything about that.

J: Right. Anyway, yeah, so no editing. I'll just do the notifications before we get started. Uh, we are still taking comments, thoughts, and messages, and questions, anything is ok. Twitter users can use the tag TFOE. The first part of this show is free for anyone to watch, but the second part is for members only. If you become a channel member, you can watch this live broadcast in the archives for a year, and there will be member only videos. So please do join using the link at the top of the screen, and enjoy the show to the end. Ok, Tasai still isn't here, but should we get started?

K: Yep

J: So, there is a second hand clothes store right before our eyes that I think you probably like the look of, Leader. You like second hand clothes, don't you? Is this shirt you are wearing now a second hand shirt?

K: No, this isn't second hand.

J: Oh, it isn't? Well, anyway, Shimokitazawa is known as THE place for second hand clothes, so we will have a look at this store SPiCe, which is right by the station. Lets go!

*They walk towards the store, and enter a flight of stairs up to the 2nd floor*

J: Aghh, I'm so relieved to be going indoors.

K: Haha, yeh, this is what its like on location.

J: My vision is suffering coming into the dark all of a sudden!

K: Haha

J: *entering the store* Ah, this is nice, Tshirts of course. Hello, thanks for having us.

K: Hello

J: The staff member is wearing a Ramones shirt, of course.

K: Oh yeah.

J: It really feels like Shimokitazawa. *To staff member* Whats your name?!

Staff: My real name?

J: Either, anything is ok!

Staff: Uh, I'm Ōhori, I just started working here 1 month ago.

J: Thank you Ōhori san! What are your biggest sellers here?

Staff: All sorts of genres and styles, ringer tshirts, band shirts, hip hop shirts. Its an amazing store where you can be made over into any fashion style you choose.

J: Oh great! Well, Leader, lets start looking around. Tell us if you see anything you like...Oh, my eyes are drawn straight to the tshirts!

K: Right

J: Cause you can never have enough tshirts in Summer.

K: Haha, yeah, I end up changing a few times a day.

J: Yeah, especially when filming on location...Ah, here are the hip hop tshirts.

K: Yeah, and band shirts.

J: You like this kind of thing, don't you, Leader? Agh, I wanna look at them all. I wonder how much they cost?

K: Well, probably not that much. The ones hanging up above here will be expensive.

J: Ah, yeh of course. That Beatles one will be expensive. I wanna find something for a good price. Ahhh

K: *mocking Joe* Ahhh, haha.

J: Yeah, forgive me, its early, its hot, my head may still not working as well as it should, but Im ok, don't worry. Anyway, lets find some good items. *To staff* Do you have any items to recommend?

Staff: What genre do you like?

J: Leader, what genre?

K: Uh, like movie tshirts.

Staff: Well, if you like movie shirts, we have this 'The Fire In The Sky' shirt. Also, hmm, we recently got another one over here...

J: Are tshirts usually sold for about ¥10,000?

Staff: The cheap ones go for about ¥4000, and the expensive ones are like this one. This is ¥44,000.

J: Which one??

Staff: The Eminem one.

J: ¥44,000?! Leader! Leader! Leader!

K: Nah, I'm not that into Eminem, hahaha.

J: ¥44,000! What about this one?

Staff: Thats a Van Gogh print shirt.

J: How much is it?

Staff: Thats ¥33,000.

J: Ahhh. What about the Pink Floyd one?

Staff: Yep, that a 'The Wall' shirt, thats ¥14,390.

J: Ahh, ok. I thought the ones hanging up would have a more extravagant price tag, but around ¥10,000 is not that bad.

K: Yeah, its affordable, right?

J: Yeah. Look, there are more over here. That looks like tie-dye...Oh!! The Grateful Dead!!

K: Thats for you, no doubt. It looks good.

J: It does!

K: Its ¥9900.

J: Yeah, I could get this.

K: Show the camera.

J: I'm a huge fan of The Grateful Dead. I was at Fuji Rock up until yesterday, and I wore Grateful Dead tshirts the whole time. It's ¥9900, ¥9900..

K: Haha

J: If I say it five times, it might get cheaper, haha. Im trying to think of how to get discounts, but I doubt the staff will give me any, haha. Oh look, this one is good too, The Stones (Voodoo Lounge)!

K: Yeah, and it looks the right size for you.

J: The price is...omg!...¥25,900.

K: No problem, surely.

J: Leader, you should get this!

K: I'm not that into The Stones though.

J: Oh, but it suits you! Leader! Leader! It looks cool on you!

K: It does, doesn't it? haha

J: Right?? Whether or not you actually like The Stones is a seperate issue.

K: Well, yeah.

J: ¥25,900...

K: The pattern is cute. Joe, you should get this.

J: No, it suits you more.

K: It suits you too.

J: Ahh, maybe if it was cheaper..

K: If it was any cheaper it would be too cheap! haha.

J: I have no money left, haha. But these types of shirts are great, they have such an impact...Ah, Leader, you found something! What is it?

K: Its a KMFDM shirt.

J: Ah, hold it up to you...That won't be very expensive. It looks good. How much is it?

K: ¥14,000.

J: Ohhh...But that Stones shirt!

K: Haha

J: *picking up another shirt* I can never have enough of this kind of shirt.

K: Yeah, that is nice.

J: Ok, the price, how much is it?! It says 'WE ARE SO FUCKED'..

K: The price is ¥6500

J: I could get this. It has a print on the back too. This is nice. But...ahhh..

K: You like the Stones shirt?

J: Yeah

K: What about this one?

J: Oh, its a simple design.

K: Its a Greenday Crew shirt.

J: Oh yeah, it says 'Local Crew' on it.

K: This is good.

J: Plus is doesn't really look second hand.

K: Right?

J: It looks like its probably only been worn about once.

K: Its ¥14,000. Size XL.

J: What size do you like for tshirts? Still oversized?

K: Yeah, I like a bigger size.

J: This shirt works well if you wear jewelry or stuff.

K: Yeah.

J:...Don't you want a Slipknot shirt? You probably already have one, right?

K: No, I don't have one.

J: You don't??

K: No, but it's difficult to wear a Slipknot shirt out anywhere, haha.

J: Yeah, haha. I get you, I understand that. Thats not a slight on Slipknot though, right? Its just difficult to wear it anywhere.

K: Yeah, haha.

J: Ah, that Pink Floyd shirt is good too.

K: Yeah, that well-known cover.

J: I bet thats expensive.

Staff: Not really, its ¥14,000.

J: Ahh, not that bad. This is an odd thing to say, but aren't second hand shirts going through a bit of a gradual price boom at the moment?

Staff: Yeah, the prices are seasonal..

J: So we should buy in this season?

Staff: Yeah, now is the cheapest time to get them.

J: They will only get more expensive from now on?

Staff: Yep.

J: So if we see something we like, we should get it. Plus we might not get the same luck again if we find something good.

K: Ahh! *points to the Stones (Voodoo) shirt*

J: Haha, but its over ¥20,000. I could get the Grateful Dead one instead. ¥10,000 is managable, but ¥20,000 is a bit steep for me. Anyway, lets have a look at the other end of the store...they have button up shirts, pants/trousers. Leader, you like these kinda summer shirts, don't you?

K: Yeah *finds a leopard print hawaiian style summer shirt* This is nice.

J: You could even end up showing your nipples with that.

K: I could wear this.

J: Yeah, that is very you.

K: I like shirts like this.

J: Yeah, especially in the summer.

K: *finds a shirt with beach scene print* This is pretty ordinary, but I could wear this too.

J: Its very summery. Leader, do you wear shorts?

K: Yeah, I do. Look, there are shorts here.

J: Ahh, I think you should get these! haha *hands Kaoru some orange and blue striped shorts* You wouldn't wear those, would you??

K: No, not this kind of thing.

J: They look like they would suit Europeans.

K: Like a fashionable older guy, or something?

J: Yeah, yeah.

K: *finds some camouflage print shorts* I like these.

J: Yeah, thats more like it.

K: They are ¥2900.

J: That's cheap!

K: Yeah. I might buy these, haha.

J: Oh! A purchase??

K: I could easily wear these.

J: Ohh, Leader is thinking about it. ¥2900, so cheap.

K: Yeah

J: The Tshirts are a bit expensive, but I suppose it can't be helped if there is a price boom.

K: Its because everyone here is wearing them...Oh, those Dragonball shirts are good.

J: I wonder how much they cost...Excuse me, how much are the Dragonball shirts?

Staff: These were made in America, so I think they are about ¥22,000. *checks price* Yes, ¥22,000.

J: You know all the prices well!

K: Thats expensive!

Staff: They are both around ¥22,000.

K: Probably because they are American made.

J: Imported second hand. I bet these are popular.

Staff: Yeah, this, and Akira and stuff are popular.

K: Ahh, Akira, yeah, that will be expensive. That can't be helped.

J: Yeah.

K: You don't often see second hand Akira shirts though, right?

J: Yeah, if you buy it, you wanna keep it.

K: Oh, look! This is good *finds an In-and-out burger shirt* I wanna eat there.

J: Yeah, me too. Let's go on location overseas one day!

K: Hahaha

J: It would be tough with this exchange rate.

K: Yeah, that would be one expensive hamburger.

J: It'd be over ¥1000 right? Like $8/9 or $12 for a meal set. Thats close to ¥2000 from our perspective....Are these hip hop tshirts? Oh, movies!

K: Yeah, Halloween.

J: And its cheap, ¥5400. But you like a bigger size, right?

K: Yeah.

J: Is this just about right, size wise?

K: Yeah...Halloween.

J: You found a good one, ¥5400, ¥5400..

K: You keep doing that even when its cheap, haha.

J: The price is the first thing I say, I just do, the design comes after that, haha.

K: You look at the design last? haha

J: Yeah, well I usually just go for white or black anyway. Oh, there are sweaters too, and all these tshirts folded in piles....Def Lepard, Nirvana..

K: Nirvana shirts are still really expensive.

J: Yeah, the originals are. You often see replicas though.

K: Look, this one says 'DIR'.

J: Oh yeah!

K: Its DIRTBO??

J: Oh, I see, I didn't even realise!

K: Hahaha

J: Have you ever found a Dir tshirt in a second hand store?

K: No, I haven't.

J: I guess people don't want to sell them.

K: No, there is no demand for them.

J: I think there would be! Ah, I see more Nirvana shirts here.

K: I've always thought this, but you buy band tshirts and stuff new, right? And you wear them and wash them loads of times, but they never stay as in good condition as all these.

J: I suppose if these are bought from America...

K: But over there they still shove them in huge washing machines all the time. They will still wear out.

J: But over there, they use dryers, they don't really dry clothes outdoors. So there is that, and they probably use different detergent than Japan.

K: Ah, they use more heavy duty stuff?

J: Yeah, and when they are imported to Japan, they wash them again before putting them in stores. Thats why they look so nice.

K: They all smell the same, don't they?

J: They do! Second hand clothes stores have a very particular smell. I really like it.

K: So do I.

J: This is unrelated, but when I was born..

K: No, we don't wanna hear!

J: Really? haha, listen to me!

K: Oh, ok. Haha.

J: When I was born, my mum apparently really loved the smell of dirty drains, (She) was always trying to smell the drain. (*Japanese often omits pronouns, so here Kaoru thinks Joe is referring to himself smelling drains, but he is actually talking about his mother for both the liking and the smelling of drains*)

K: You? Haha, gross.

J: And I became the type of man I am now, haha. Its usually a bad smell right? But I think its like when women are pregnant, their tastes can change, they can start to hate things they used to love etc. Well, she suddenly started to love the smell of dirty drains! She was always searching for the drain to smell it.

K: Oh, your mother?!

J: Yes, and this is the child that formed.

K: You are made of the smell of dirty drains? haha. I don't think so.

J: I'm drainman, haha. Anyway, we'd better start heading on to the next store, say in about 5 minutes. So, Leader, if you want to buy anything here, now is the time. There are still areas we haven't looked at.

K: I like this.

J: Oh thats cute, thats a real second hand shirt. An American comic strip print.

K: Its ¥20,000.

J: Now see, since we are on location here, its gonna be hard to leave here if we don't buy something!

*Staff laughing*

K: *clapping* Jo~e! Jo~e!

J: This would be the perfect time for Tasai to arrive!

K: Hahaha

J: You could buy those shorts, and we could leave, but its not very Japanese to just leave without buying anything, especially when we are coming and filming in here! Should we do Rock Paper Scissors?

K: Thats even less polite! Hahaha

J: No, I mean, I really do want to buy that tshirt...but hey, its August from tomorow right?

K: Huh?

J: I mean, I'm on a budget each month. I'll be a different person tomorow, haha. This month I went to Fuji Rock, I spent a lot...I'm on a commoner's budget.

K: Ahh, ok.

J: I really want those two shirts, I just feel like we shouldn't leave without buying something. But I don't have the courage to buy them. You are the one who has to buy something. You could buy those shorts?

K: Yeah, I can buy those.

J: Oh, good!

K: I like this tshirt, I just wish the size was a bit bigger.

J: XXL is best, right?

K: Yeah...hmm, how much is that Rob Zombie tshirt?

J: The staff just said 'Ah!'. Does that mean its gonna be really expensive? haha.

Staff: Its ¥22,900.

K: Ah, yeh, of course.

J: 'Cause its a big sized Rob Zombie shirt. Its cool though...Its times like this I wish I was the type of man who could buy that Voodoo shirt.

K: You could buy it.

J: It IS cute.

K: It is really good. That The Grateful Dead shirt is more common. The Voodoo one is rarer.

J: Its the perfect size.

K: It really suits you. You could wear it on your late night shows.

J: Would I look cool?

K: Yes

J: Ahh, for now Leader you just buy those shorts.

K: Hahaha

J: In the meantime...

K: Really? But I like this Greenday shirt too.

J: Ok, buy that! How much was it again?

K: ¥14,000.

J: Ah, thats ok. Oh, the cameraman is behind you.

K: Hmm, ok I'll buy the shorts.

J: Are you gonna try them on?

K: No, I'll just hold them up against me.

J: They'll probably fit you...I wish Niconama would let us have ¥30,000 each for shopping. Then I could buy the voodoo shirt.

K: ¥30,000 each? Haha, thats quite a lot.

J: Yeah, like ¥100,000 between us. Does it say the size on the shorts?

K: Well, I can tell they will fit by looking at them.

Staff: I think they are about M size.

J: What about the size in inches?

Staff: Ah, Im not sure. If they are American military...

J: I think they are. Kaoru, don't you need to try them on?

K: No

J: Ok, well, we pondered over a lot of things, but ended up with shorts in the end.

K: Huh?

J: We looked at so many tshirts, but then just decided on shorts.

K: Is that how it is?

J: No no, its not a bad thing, haha. I just don't have it in me to let us leave without buying something. Where is Tasai?!

K: *finding a NIN shirt* Oh! I have this shirt!

J: Really? That makes me want to buy it.

K: Its a bit small.

J: Yeah, if only it was a bit bigger. But I do remember you wearing this somewhere.

K: Yeah

J: If only it was bigger...I do like that double sided print tshirt though.

K: Which one?

J: This one. I'm not sure about the size though.

K: The size looks ok on you.

J: Does it?

K: What brand is it?

J: Im not sure....Oh, my phone's going, that must be Tasai. That sucker is on his way! Hold on, let me answer.

K: During the show!? Hahaha

J: Helloo? Where are you? Do you know the east exit? If you come out of the east exit, and then look immediately to your right, you'll see a sign for the store 'SPiCe' on the second floor. Can you see it? Ok, come up here...Tasai is coming, I can't believe he will be here. *Joe continues to talk on the phone to Tasai*

K: Ok, I'll buy these now then.

Staff: Thank you.

K: Where is Toru? I don't have any cash on me....*shouts down the stairs* Toru! I need your wallet.

J: Lets make Tasai buy something as a forfeit.

K: Do you take card?

Staff: Yes, we do.

J: Well, I'm glad we were able to do some shopping, and glad that Tasai is coming.

Staff: Thats ¥2900, with tax it comes to ¥3190.

K: Ok, I'll pay by card please.

J: Here he is! At last!

T: I'm so sorry!!

J: What on earth are you doing??!

T: I'm so sorry! I hope you are all ok.

J: We are not ok! You'll have to buy something for us to make up for it!

T: Anything!

J: Tasai, this Voodoo Lounge shirt would be good. Is it too small for you??

T: Joe, you have good taste.

J: It won't fit you though.

T: Its ok, I'll buy it.

J: Have you checked the price? Its so cheap.

T: I'll put it on now.

J: Check the price though.

T: How much is it?...Omg, its expensive! Its ok, I'll still buy it.

J: Haha, ahhh. Hey but, Leader liked the look of this Greenday shirt too.

T: Oh, this is for Kaoru? Thats ok.

J: Really??

T: Yeah

K: Hahaha

J: You are so sweaty!

T: Haha, Hi everyone.

J: You look like Cunning Takayama!

K: Hahaha

T: Eh?

J: What happened, did you just forget about the plan today?

K: Put that tshirt back first, you'll get sweat on it.

J: Ah, right, yeah.

T: I think I forgot what day it was.

J: Didn't you get the group mail?! *laughs at Tasai trying to mop sweat off his face*

T: I didn't realise it was this week, I was just in the gym. Then my phone rang, and I wondered why you were calling. Then you told me you were already getting started, and I thought OMG!, and rushed here.

K: Are you actually free for the rest of the day? Apart from the gym?

T: Yeah, I was wondering what I should do with the day after the gym, haha. I'm sorry.

J: No, its good, we are glad you are here.

T: Don't be late, people!

J: You were panicking, right?

T:· Yeah, it was terrible.

J: I've done that once before on this show.

K: Oh, you have! Thats right.

J: It happens sometimes. Anyway, now that we've bought something, should we go to the next place?

T: Really? Ok, I'll come back and buy this tshirt later! Ok, off we go!!

J: Haha, why so sudden??!

T: Oh, sorry, haha.

J: A big thank you to the staff for having us! Everyone, come and check out the stuff at SPiCe.

T: Right next to the station in Shimokitazawa.

J: Yep, zero seconds from the station. Its the closest second hand clothes store to Shimokitazawa station. It has a lot of great stuff, and a lot of things which Kaoru liked, so please check it out. Ok, lets go to Disc Union. Thank you! *walking out* Ahh, that was good. You came at just the right time, Tasai.

T: Oh really? Good.

K: You got here quite quickly.

T: Well, I wasn't far.

J: Its a right turn from the entrance.

T: Right, ok. Shimokitazawa is my hometown. The camera is behind us? Ok.

J: But its hot!

T: Yeah, it is.

J: Today is certainly a hot day.

K: You wanna get rid your clothes, not buy more. Its too hot.

J: Yeah. Leader, how are you managing in this heat? But I guess you are just working at home at lot, are you?

K: Well, I do like going out for walks.

J: Oh, you do go out??

K: Yeah, I do feel the need to get some sun. Not always though.

J: Ahh, I thought you would be shut up inside the whole summer.

K: Well, I am shut up inside a lot..

J: But you get out for walks a bit too.

K: Yeah

T: Kaoru, I saw on your Insta that you'd been to Asakusa.

K: Yep, I was there. There is this crepe shop there, they did actually once make an offer to this show for us to come and eat there.

J: Oh, lets go next time.

K: But anyway, Im doing my art exhibition, and at the same time I'm gonna be doing a collaboration with that crepe shop. So I just went to check out the store, we made a video for my blog TheThe Day.

J: Wow, collaboration crepes?

K: Yeah, they've done Dir collaborations there before.

T: ...Collaboration crepes?

K: Yeah.

J: What, you make crepes with your product theme or something?

K: I have these characters Krim&Zon, I'm using those as the theme.

J: Ahh, I'm sure the fans will love that! But it seems a shame to eat it, haha.

K: You have to eat it. So, yeh, they invited this show to go there too, but we couldn't due to timing.

T: Do you draw Krim&Zon pictures on thr crepes?

K: Its not drawing, but kind of foods resembling the characters, or something with a small print on. But I haven't actually finalized them yet.

J: Well, thats something to look forward to.

T: Thats from September, right?

K: Yeah. By the way, its actually July when we are filming this.

J: Yes, so you still have time to get it done. Ok, lets cross the road here.

T: There is a lot of performance halls here.

K: Yeah, Shimokitazawa has that image.

J: Yep, its a theatre town, a live house town. Its brilliant at night, it has a very different atmosphere from Shibuya or Shinjuku.

K: Yeah.

J: Its exciting to drink here.

T: And there are a lot more second hand clothes stores here now.

K: Yeah, we've just been to one.

T: Oh, did you?

K: Hahaha

J: Yeah, you weren't there, were you?! Too busy at the gym.

K: You got there right when we finished.

J: How can you even go to the gym this early in the morning?? You are like a celebrity!

T: No, I'm not like a celebrity.

K: Wasn't SHELTER (*venue name*)around here somewhere? Oh, there it is. I've been there before.

T: Have you played live there before?

K: No

J: Has Dir ever played in Shimokitazawa?

K: I don't think so, no....Ah, there it is!

J: Yep, thats Disc Union. A bit further up is The Suzunari theatre.

T: There is also a famous soup curry restaurant up there too.

K: Ahh. Should we cross the road here?

J: Yes....Ahh, but its hot! I'm sure a lot of the viewers have been here.

K: We could get a beer somewhere around here, haha.

J: Thats a nice idea! Its quite compact here, so it feels like there is more stuff here than Shibuya, and its not as busy as Shinjuku. Its the best place to go out for a walk and go shopping.

T: Kaoru, you said you don't come here much?

K: Not much, no.

J: For me, I always feel like this is the place where bandmen or theatre people like to drink. Either here or Koenji.

K: Ah, I've been to Koenji a lot of times. I tend to go there.

J: You are a Koenji guy?

K: Yeah.

J: Ok, so we have arrived at Disc Union. Lets stand over here. So Disc Union in Shimokitazawa sells records and Cds of all genres, Rock, JPop, Jazz, Soul, anything. We are gonna search for some records here today! But actually, Dir en grey released a record too, right?

K: Yes

J: Oh, congratulations *claps* Is it sold out?

K: I'm not sure, there might be some left in stores.

J: Ah, here it is.*Staff passes Phalaris LP to Joe, who passes it to Kaoru* It looks cool! I wanna see the inside too.

K: There is a lot to see.

J: Yeah, you can do that with records. Ok, so for the rest of the show we will be searching through loads of records, so please keep watching. But unfortunately, the free part ends here, so our Disc Union searching will make up the paid half, and you can look forward to whatever discoveries Kaoru makes. Can we also do a present for the viewers? Yep, ok. Tasai will see to that.

T: I'll pay for it myself.

K: Hahaha

J: So please become a channel member to enjoy all this. Ok, I'll just explain how it works. The second part is for members only, so you have to join if you wanr to watch it. If you join, you can watch this broadcast in the archives for one year, and you will get a members only video in the coming days. Here's how to join, click the blue link at the top of thr screen. Thanks for pointing, Leader. You will then get a page asking you to choose your payment method. Choose your method, and click proceed, enter your details, and you're done. If you haven't joined yet, please do so to enjoy the rest of the show. Leader, before we move on, do you have any announcements?

K: Uh, we have a tour starting from November. And my art exhibition Nouteikarano2 will start in September, so please check it out. You two should come too.

J, T: Of course!

J: Yes, I'll go to both.

T: I'm looking forward to the exhibition.

J: Yeah. How are your preparations going?

K: Well, I've finished most of the art.

J: Ok, well everyone can look forward to that. Lets have a quick break here, and the members only section will start very soon, so just wait there. See you there!

T: Don't be late!

J: Exactly!

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