#yall were high making this script

[purecantarella]

Full of Surprises

not much to say but i hope you all enjoy this one!! shin ryujin x reader disclaimer/s : yall know the drill. smut. if you're under 18 i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier stuff.

Ryujin knew you like the back of her hand, being able to tell what you wanted and how you felt with just a glance. Some people saw it as a talent and she saw it as her God given gift.

Even so, you somehow still find ways to surprise her.

You and her had been public for quite a while now, and JYP chose to monetize your relationship as much as they wanted, as per the agreement to you two not breaking up when you were found out. Both of you were sitting on the balcony of JYPE's building, getting ready for couple's questions.

Ryujin eyes you, your tired eyes looking around anxiously. She couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty for what you were going through, she knew just how exhausted you must've been. You didn't sign up to essentially be an idol. She slides her hand over to yours, shocking you out of your trance.

The rapper mouthes a discreet 'I love you' making you smile and you instantly had more life in you than mere seconds ago.

The interview had run smoothly, the questions were tame and carefully selected. Favorite foods, who sleeps first, who pursued who first. It was all scripted anyway, so neither of you were in any real danger of exposing anything more than what the company wanted.

Then the interviewer went off script, "Y/n, you're dating the Shin Ryujin who fans would say is one of the most attractive idols of the 4th generation of Kpop." You giggle then look over to your girlfriend who smiled at you just as warmly, "There must be something you find the most arousing about her."

Suddenly, Ryujin's smile faded and she stared blankly at the the middle aged lady who asked you both questions. The older woman didn't pay the rapper any attention, her focus being on you.

You laugh nervously before shifting in your chair but before the rapper can come to your rescue you take a shaky breathe. "I like a lot of things about Ryujin, but the first thing that stuck out to me were her thighs I suppose. I mean just look at them." You comment while stroking her exposed, muscular legs.

Ryujin is stunned and flustered, so is the interviewer thinking that you would melt under the pressure of the question. But you stare blankly at her, fully aware they would edit that out of the final cut.

The interview ended shortly after that unscripted question. You were scolded by Ryujin's manager for the answer but you apologized blankly. But the rapper couldn't stop thinking about your answer and the way you looked while you said it.

You two were huddled into ITZY's van, her manager going to get you both lunch from the cafeteria.

"So you think my thighs are the hottest part of me, N/n?" She asks as the car doors shut. You say nothing and look at her with a knowing look. "I said that to get the question cut, Ryujin."

She shakes her head before looking around cautiously. When she's sure that no one will barge in, she tugs you onto her lap. Smirking proudly when she sees your cheeks flush. "The fuck are you doing, Ryu?"

The short-haired woman says nothing, only taking your hips in her hands, guiding you down onto her strong thighs. Blushing wildly when you cry out loudly and take her shoulder firmly in her hand to ground yourself.

"So full of surprises, N/n..." She whispers before tensing her leg, only causing your hand to fly up to your mouth, trying to silence yourself embarrassed. She takes your hand in hers, intwining the digits as she leans up to press her forehead to yours with a surprisingly loving smile. "I do love learning more about you and your odd wants..."

Ryujin pecks your lips gently before, guiding your hips against her taut leg as a series of short-winded and high pitched moans fell from your lips. She shuddered as she felt just how wet you were even with your panties on.

"...Ryujin..." You whine softly, cracking one eye open. She strokes your cheek gently, "What is it, precious girl?"

"I..." You're hesitant to speak but continue to rut yourself against your girlfriend desperately. "...I need more."

The rapper smirks to herself before nodding. Her hands slip under your skirt, pulling off your soiled underwear, slipping it into her bag for her own collection. While she did that you made an effort to pull your top off your body. Shyly, you take her cheeks in your hands, pulling her in for a deep kiss as you adjusted yourself to have a better angle on her leg.

Your exposed cunt meeting her tight thigh and you groan delicately against her bare skin. Ryujin moans against your lips feeling just how wet you really were for nothing more than teasing. Her right hand falls behind your head, scratching the nape of your neck as her left hand squeezes your boob firmly.

You cry out against her lips as she tweaks your nipples between her fingers. Her eyes watch you intensely as she begins jutting her leg up and down, slapping against your clit. You bite down on your lip as you pant softly, your hips moving against her skin.

You look up and stare desperately into Ryujin's eyes. They're filled with hunger and love as she doubles her efforts making your eyes screw shut. Your hands drift from her cheeks to wrap around her neck, leveraging yourself harder and faster onto her leg, feeling a streak of your wetness drawing on her skin.

"You're so hot Y/n, Jesus look at you..." She groans softly before diving into your neck, suckling and nipping down on the sensitive skin. Her lips replace her hand on your bouncing breasts, sucking on the mounds as you cry out, tangling your hand around her dark locks. Incoherently begging her for more.

Ryujin gasps feeling you tensing in her arms as a burst of so much of your juices on her leg. Staining the fabric of the van chair as you throw your head back, mouth dropping open as a silent scream rings in the car.

Your girlfriend watches in amazement as you spasm and jolt, pleasure wracking you in the most delicious way possible. It wasn't long until you fell limp into her arms. You kiss her neck softly, "Thank you, Ryujin...you felt amazing...I love you..." you whisper, voice horse and trailing off.

Before long you'd drifted off to sleep, leaving Ryujin hot and bothered to dress you. But she happily did so, learning something that she could hold against you...in this case literally.

She smiles at your blissed out and calm face as you slept in her arms, running a hand through your mussed hair. "So full of surprises, my N/n."

a little all over the place but i am on a little pain medication due to an injury so i hope you'll forgive me HAAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed this and i will see you all tomorrow!! take care my lovelies 💓 - r

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy smut #itzy ryujin #shin ryujin #ryujin imagines #ryujin x reader #ryujin smut #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagines #kpop idol smut #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group scenarios #kpop idol scenarios #kinktober 2022 #purecantarella

[riveracheron]

how to stage “the tragedy of francis” (MAG 172), but like. in a normal theatre

hi this’ll have to do today @a-mag-a-day

im a theatre technician who, upon listening to the Spooky Play Statement of “Strung Out” got really into the idea of how one would Actually create the technical elements. it seems like an interesting challenge! this was the only theatre related episode with indepth description of the Spooky Stuff but if yall are interested id be happy to talk about Other Episodes and ways you can practical effects your way through the fearpocalypse :)

spoilers for mag 172 and fake blood below the cut!

rules of this:

- i am a technician, not a director. i am assuming that the play as described by jon is the script and that we need a giant spider and hooks and blood. i am not making any choices, simply describing how these effects can be done in a professional theater sense. to that end, i am also only a student; and not an expert.

- we are going as hard as possible. no substitutions, no artistic choices to pare it down, no nothing. this is the magnus archives we’re getting meta enough. alongside that, im not worrying about budget. this is broadway level shit.

- i am not putting a stage on a stage. this is just looking at the Tragedy itself and jon can go sit in the audience for all i care.

cool? lezzgo.

i. the hooks

this is a fly system! it’s mostly used for lowering and raising set pieces. oftentimes, its also used with actors to raise them into the air when flying. shows like wicked, mary poppins and peter pan use this to pull actors into the air to make it seem like they’re flying.

it’s done with wires connected to hooks connected to the actors’ bodies via straps. sound familiar?

they are often hidden with lights, but they don’t have to be- for a play that draws attention to these wires, the designer would probably draw attention to them - at least for when they start to dance around and stuff.

the hooks that attach to francis’ joints throughout the show could be flown in as well, and their costume and more strategic lighting could make it seem like they were attached to them. you can get pretty grotesque with high budget theater and special effects makeup.

ii. the spider

characters that are puppets is not a new thing in theater! one of the most famous examples is Audrey 2 in little shop of horrors- a puppet that has an actor off stage saying their lines into a microphone. the spider would also probably be the same.

there are some motorized puppets like the sandworm in beetlejuice the musical, but most are person-controlled, which works best for speaking puppets as show to show, peoples way of speaking can change from show to show, and the puppet needs to be able to keep up, and motorized puppets can be out of sync.

this video is a good making-of process for a giant speaking monster puppet, and i assume the spider would be the same, just much higher. there would probably be a false ceiling like the false wall above, and the puppeteers would sit above to operate the legs as if they were dangling.

it would probably be also attached to a fly system for easy lowering as the scene goes on.

iii. minor things

- the blood would come from “strawberries”, little packs of blood hidden under actors’ costumes that they can burst when needed. theres also a capsule version that one can put in the mouth and bite down on.

this is an example from the 2019 production of oklahoma, and a good look at blood strawberries and what they do

- the spider-drink would probably be done with. fake edible spiders, lots of scuttling noises from the soundboard and lights that hide the fact that they are not moving, perhaps with strobe or something crazy. the spider rain would probably be the same, but with stagehands pouring spiders down from the catwalks.

- other characters would also be off stage with mics.

- good actors will sell a Lot of this. even if the new hooks and stuff don’t touch them, they can definitely make it seem like they do.

sooooo um yeah! as much as this episode made me sick - i love technical theatre and this was a fun infodump !! take this um. as you will ig. please stage safely !! blood packs can stain and fly systems can be unsafe so please. don’t try this at home. or at least get a professional to help

#the magnus archives #mag 172 #tech theatre #ismene talks #long post

[anonymousstoryteller2000]

Saw you wanted Joe request so I'll keep it simple for you:) something fluffy and smutty more of making love then just sex. Everything up to you just have the reader and him be married:)

He'll yeah I'm definitely doing this 🤎

Fluff,smut

Main masterlist

Happy anniversary

@j4to6786

You and Joseph have been married little over 1 years now and been dating for 4 years its started off when you were working with the duffer you were a screen writing and also a actress but mostly screen writing you known the duffer since season 1 knowing there struggles trying to air stranger things you been there ever sience .you got really close with Joe cause you helped write eddie so when you and Joe started hanging out alot I mean 24/7 off set on set you both got close with eachother personaly Joe really did like you you were very different from other women he tried to date, you had sence of humor very caring lovable and passionate for your work you are everything to him so when Joe finally asked you out it was a shock to you but you felt the same way now it's yalls 5 year anniversary and couldn't ask for a better husband

Date night

You and Joe were ready to go out tonight on yalls date Joe didn't tell you cause he wanted it to be suprised yall were both in la for some time before Joe had to go back to London for work and you go with the duffer to help finish writing scripts and helping on the characters so this was the perfect time just to get out and have fun a make the most of it .

Love you ready he yelled from the living room while putting on both of his chains and his rings in the mirror

You walked from the closet to your living room you had on a silk beautiful burgundy dress that shows your arms and your chest off and falls all the way down to your ankles with black high hills you had on and a natural eye makeup look with a bold burgundy Matt lip on that just sat right with your skin tone and your hair was done nice and it was curled at the ends to sculpted your face shape .you also had on your necklaces Joe got you from your first date night and your promises ring with your wedding ring on you looked so stunning everything looked right on you and your brown eyes popped out more with the color, you look beautiful in his eyes.

Wow, he said, looking at you with wide eyes and a smile

You smiled back at him, and your cheeks were turning red no matter if you were married to joe. You always got flustered by him

Joe had on this black and grey striped tuxedo with a light blue button up shirt under with his chest showing off seeing his 2 chains and bit of chest hair and loose black pants on his curls were set perfectly on his head with a curl coming down on his forehead with a fresh cleaned beard and mustash he looked gorgeous

wow to you to Mr quinn you say coming up close to him wraping your hands around his neck kissing his lips he moans into the kiss smirking

you look Very fucken good (just imagine that one tik tok were he like moaning about food on that one podcast just imagine he saying that to you)he says while smirking down at you giving you another peak on the lips

You start blushing, smiling up at him

thank you ,you don't look bad yourself handsome you say before kissing again on his neck then his cheek he blushes at you smiling showing off his dimples

okay, let's go before we start something we can't finish. He said while grabbing you by the hand walking out of your shared apartment .

Dinner was amazing. Joe took you out to an Italian place he found online and drank some wine and some dirty martini. Joe drove home cause had too much wine .

Home

Joe helped you get inside with your hills in your hand he was holding you from the back, following you in while you were giggling

Joe, you say while giggling

yes love?

I love you!! you say while turning your whole body to face him and leaning in to kiss him he moans into the kiss, and you lean back and fall onto the bed and start laughing when Joe falls on top of you

I love ya to baby he said while kissing you and giggling agian ,you wrap your arms around Joe and grind up on him he know what your doing so he grinds down on you you both hiss from the sensitivity from his bulge and your clit

Joe, please, you whine while making eye contact with

what do you want love he asked while kissing your face down to your chest

i-i want you to make love to me, you say, while bringing his head back up, kissing him

as you wish beautiful he says while getting up sitting on the back of his heels while he takes off his tuxedo then unbuttons his shirts and throws it on the floor you take notice and start undressing yourself taking off your silk dress and throwing it on the floor only leaving you and your matching black and bra panties Joe quickly takes off his pants only leaving him in his checkered boxers he leans down and begins to kiss you very slowly you grab him from the back of his head slowly pulling his hair he grunts making him kiss you harder he pushes his tongue between your lips asking for access you let him in and he starts kissing you very messy you break from the kiss and start kissing him everywhere on his face on his Adam apple and on his veiny neck you start licking his neck sucking harder on it he hisses from the pain and pleasure he pulls your head away from his neck and starts kissing you down your body you slowly leave yourself up to undo your bra well Joe kisses down your stomach and between your thighs biting and kissing very Softly. You finally take off your bra and throw it on the floor which causes Joe to look up at you you could see the lust in his eyes when he makes contact with your breast then looks back down at you and slowly takes off your underwears he goes back up facing your pussy kissing in between your thighs and kissing your lips and nibbling on the Flesh of it

baby, please don't tease me. You said while looking down at him that he looks back up at you, smirking at you

I won't baby let me take my time love he says while looking back down he grabs your ankles and puts them over his shoulder and starts eat you out it's gentle it's all kisses your clit but flicks his tongue a couple of times you feel the sensation of it pleasure of his tongue rapidly licking over your clit he does softly and slowly making you arch your back pushing his face a little bit more into your cunt he moans into your pussy which sense a vibration to your clit you start softly grabbing him by his curls pulling his hair a bit his tongue flicking starts getting faster and faster that slows down he looks up at you seeing your Blissful eyes your eyes start getting teary without a warning he Scoops up all they're already pre come from you put it on his fingers and slides his fingers right into you, you hiss and moan from it causing you to arch your back more he pumps his fingers in very slowly while licking your clit this time it's more faster than determined he looks up at you making eye contact with you while you stare down at him at that time you start playing with your breasts teasing your nipples in between your fingers while still looking down at him, Joe sees what you're doing and starts pumping his fingers and faster which causes you to Moan more louder you can hear all the wetness from your cunt witch cause you to curl your toes and moan more

fuck Joe feels so fucken good baby you say while moaning Joe moans into your again witch causes you to push your hips up into his face grabbing his hair again pushing his face in more he hums in your pussy fasting his finger more into you he feel that your almost there when you start clinching around his finger ,Joe looks up at you seeing your yes close shut and your mouth open while you frown your eyebrows while still playing with your breast

you gonna come love you didn't answer you just moaned I SAID are you gonna come baby he asked agian pumping his finger in faster maing your cry out moans

Yes, baby fu-ckkk, I'm gon-ann come baby shit I'm almost there

come for me sweetheart fucken come on my finger make a mess everywhere I wanna feel you clinch on my fingers baby see all the cum dripping out of you he says while pumping in his finger fast not messing with your clit anymore

fuck jo-you say while going down to your clit rubbing it while Joe pumps his finger in faster Joe was speech less watching you play with yourself while he works on your hole you clink around his one more time and release on his finger witch causes you to Moan out his name and only his name while bucking your hips up,Joe helps your ride out your high leaving is finger in your while you ride his finger a bit still playing with your clit,once your done he takes his finger out scoops up some of your cums and sucks it off of his finger making eye contact with you ,he stands up leaning over you

that was so fucken hot watching you play with yourself like that while you clinched around my finger he says into your ear witch earns hims a whimper from you he leans down to your lips hovering over your face ,you wanna tast yourself love he asked you nod your head and Joe kisses you licking your lips and everything you can tast the salty sweetness of yourself on his tongue and lips yall both moan into the kiss you resch your hands around his while playing his hair agian he breaks from the kiss

I need to be inside you love please he said while taking down his boxer showing his v line you nod your head you made contact with his cock yku can see his tips it was angry red and his cock was vainy and red you also saw the base of the hair on his cock everything to you looked so sexy you gulped while looking back up at him .

you don't want me to suck you off, babe ?? you asked while looking at him with your soft doll eyes

no baby just need to feel you clinch around me like you did my finger he smiled while giggling a little you nod your head ,Joe takes his cock and scoops up the bit of your come still on your cunt witch you hiss from the touch he takes it and puts it on his dick and stocks himself a few times he moans while bitting his lip a bit leaning his head back a bit . you tried to close your legs while you were getting more wetter just by seeing Joe stock himself ,Joe look down at you smirking finally Joe lines up his cock to your entrance teasing you a bit going up and down at your whole with his tips making both of you whine he sticks his dick you Joe leans down on your taking both your hands and holding them on the side of your head he thrust into you slowly but very deep

baby sh-it you feelll so good Joey, you say Joe leans down kissing you sloppy he thrust his dick in you faster but not to fast you breaks from the kiss throwing your head back a bit grinding up while arching your back even more Joe moves down in between your boobs while still holding your hands on the side of you he takes your nipple into his mouth sucking softly and slowly he bites down a bit nibbling on your breast

Joe, please let me touch you, baby, please!!, he didn't even say nothing he let go of you ,you wrap your arm around his back scratching into his back earning a low groan from him you inwine your legs into his pushing him deeper into you witch made him speed up more you threw your head back moaning

look at me love want y-ou to remember who makes you feel good baby, he says while you tilt your head back down making eye contact with him He bits his lip thrusting into you more hitting your g spot every thrust you could feel all of him the tip of his dick the vainyness and the thickness of it all satificing you every thrust you can hear the wetness your pussy aand his balls slapping the bottom of your ass

FUCK!! I LOVE YOU BABY SO FUCK-EN MUCH, he moans out loud"

"Love you i-love you love youuu you say while bring his head to your chest hugging him Joe can feel you clinching him faster"

you gonna come love, he asked you nod your head repeatedly "come for me baby show me how much you love this British dick" he said while trusting In faster

you tighten around him let your body jerk up FUCK !!!JOE I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU BABY SH-IT IM COUMMMING !! you moaned out loud while squeezing Joe closer to you spilling all over his dick , you whole body went fuzzy and you were seeing starts you look down at him he still hasn't reached himself high yet so you decided to help him out a bit .

fuck Joe come in baby I need to feel you pulsing in me I wanna feel you fill me up baby please feel me up, you said moaning into his ear Joe grunts while pounding into your faster you push your hips up more meeting him helping him.

fuckkk baby I love yah so mu-chh so fucken good for me you and this pussy fu-ck me!! moans into your ear thrusting harder ,you reach down in between yall and start playing with his balls while kissing and licking all over his neck making hickys on his shoulder too ,he grunts from all pleasure of your touch .

baby you love me you asked he nods his head into your shoulder then I wanna fucken feel you fill me up baby please baby ,you moan again fucken take this pussy baby shi-t you moaned into his ear .

Joe starts speeding up faster while you're still playing with his balls. You look between yall and down at him, bringing his head up to you making eye contact .

cum for me Joe cum for me, you said while looking Straight into his eyes Joe grunts finally spilling into you he rides his high out bearing himself deep inside you he looks at you kissing you all over your face breathing heavily.you kiss him on the lips both moaning it the kiss finally breaking Joe pulls out from you causing you to hiss from the emptiness Joe watching some cum spill out of you Joe gets up jogs to the restroom grabbing a rag to clean you up once he done he lay beside you grabbing you and hugging you, you lay your head on his chest looking up at him .

hi

hi yall say while smiling up at each other, Joe kisses your forehead .

"British dick Joe really," you say while laughing at him

"shhhh!! you loved it, " he said while covering your mouth while he started laughing ,you lick his hand, playfullying he took his hands off, pretending to be discusted by it

I did, and I love you

And I love you

Happy anniversary, love

#joesph quinn #eddie x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #joesph quinn x reader #eddie munson #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn x you #joesph Q #joe Q

[cosmicswan]

eternals dr

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name: Ayesha

personality type: INTJ

origin: unknown

tittle: goddess of the multiverse / goddess of the limitless universe

power type: unknown foreign source

team: 10th member of the eternals

me core: victorian era | 21st century era

shifting to: victorian era & 2020

HEHEHE HERE WE FUCKING GO

background (eternals movie spoilers)

buckle up it’s gonna be crazy. so, yk how in the eternals movie they are actually just ‘robots’ made by arishem to ‘cultivate’ life on earth just to destroy it in the end? yeah in this dr they are still robots BUT i am not LMAOOOO yk i gotta be special in every dr. and ig that’s gonna be the plot of this dr, me figuring out that im actually from another ‘reality’ where i unknowingly crossed to this eternals reality and arishem wiping out my memory to be a slave for him.

in this dr no eternal knows about my origin, not even ajak knows that i’m technically not an eternal but a god. bcs yk, eternals are greek gods ‘inspired’ but in actuality i am a legit greek god but from another reality.

how i got there i haven’t figured out, and how arishem wiped my memory is still a mystery but i know about my origin from my power development. bcs i was the only eternal that showed signs of development, over the years i became more intune & more powerful (ig arishem kinda held back my powers to downgrade me into eternals level) but he still put me with them bcs my powers look similar to the eternals.

where im from / my origin & real family

so in theory, my physical body traveled to other realities. and this eternal reality is not my ‘original reality’ where my body is from. so in my home reality my family thinks i went missing and haven’t gone back. similar to america in the doctor strange and the multiverse of madness and how she fell into another reality when she tried her powers for the first time.

in my home reality there, i was a real greek goddess, we live in mount olympus (like how the eternals thought they were from before they realize they were robots) my parents are both mothers (lesbians go) and yeah i still haven’t figured out how i fell into the eternals reality , i might script that arishem made my real life a template for the eternals imagination (like how they live before coming to earth) but in reality it’s just their programmed mind. i might also script that thena knew about my origin before but got wiped out of her memory, but i casted some sort of magic to her mind that’s why her mind is fighting back the magic of the celestials therefore making her suffer mahd wy’ry

scripted stuff in this dr

now that i got that out of the way let’s get to the fun part! i scripted that bcs im not a robot made by the celestials, i am of course a lot more powerful than the eternals, hell, even more powerful than the celestials themselfs.

i also scripted that after everything was settled, and everyone knows how im a real god and earth is well, i am taking the eternals to my home reality and show them mount olympus (scripted that ikaris isn’t a celestial loyal bastard & scripted out everyone’s deaths) so we can live happily ever after yay

scripted a face claim for druig! it’s timothee chalamet in a regulus font lmao. although barry keoghan did a wonderful job at portraying druig i wasn’t that attracted to him. (sorry yall it’s my preference) and in my head timothee is a perfect fancast for druig.

i also scripted out druigs and makkasris relationship (SORRY HES MY MAN)

powers

since im a real god i can literally be more powerful than other eternals without feeling guilty about it. here’s a list

reality manipulation ( reality creation & destruction, reality wrapping, reality shifting, shape shifting, teleportation)

reality travel

mind manipulation (mind reading, illusions, mind control)

energy manipulation (elemental, energetic, and cosmos manipulation)

astral projection

high intuition

skills that differentiate between me and other eternals

no other eternal can develop physically power wise, i keep getting stronger and more powerful as the time passes by, i get smarter and more intelligent, i can learn how to manipulate my own powers that turns into other eternals powers (i can learn how to make weapons like thena, change stuff like sersi, kingo’s power blasts, illusions like sprite, mind manipulation like druig etc) i actually start to get suspicious about this skill bcs i know other eternals are only capable of one field of evergy manipulation while i can master all.

victorian era lifestyle

SO this is the juicy part i scripted that my s/o is druig and we had a enemies to fake marriage trope in the victorian era. bcs then, a man and a woman spotted together was scandalous and i was sick n tired of moving around every 3 years to not make ppl suspicious of our relationship since both me and druig doesn’t want to marry a mortal. (this fake marriage trope was inspired by a druig fic btw LMAOO) the eternals didn’t know that we even liked each other like that so imagine the surprise when suddenly everyone was talking about sir druigs marriage to a hot antisocial aristocrat (me) since i can manipulate reality like the bippity bopitty boo fairy why not make myself and druig a wealthy victorian aristocrat??? i crave that bridgerton lifestyle fr.

i scripted a lot of stuff for this era bcs i am high maintenance lol, i scripted that normal toilets exist with WATER TO WASH ASS, script that the general population of brittain was showering everyday i hate the white ppl stank.

back to the plot, me n druig kinda fell out after a while and i decide to move to another part of the world. now,

21st century lifestyle

as much as i love the cottage core lifestyle, my soul is in the core a modern city girl, so i lived in a modern secluded forest house somewhere in scandinavia sometimes going to staycations in the city. i work many jobs throughout the years but i ended up bougee & unemployed as an investor & owns multiple (very many) real estates kind of like old money. bcs i hustled in the early years i kinda just louge in the 21st century now. and druig came back around and lived with me after a few years of me settling down & getting a permanent residency in a secluded area.

my made up last name is Leblanc and i shape shift slightly every generation to resemble my ‘ancestors’ so in the earths society im a regular old money rich girl i have a butler kind of? that does the human registry and legal stuff, and the butler is kinda always a man so i can ‘get married’ on paper and have ‘kids’ to give my generational wealth to (it’s actually still me but in a different face lol) and my last butler died before druig and i got back to live together. now my butler is a woman.

my connection to the avengers

the eternals are well acquaintances with the asgardian royal families, i visit asgard a lot, in my other eternal dr my s/o endgame is loki (or i might script a love triangle between druig and loki bcs i cant choose)

for the earth realm avengers, i help out dr strage with multiversal matters, im good friends with wanda after multiverse of madness. in my loki eternals dr im actually an avenger but idk i just wanna be relaxed with a ton of money in this one.

damn that was long thanks for reading this far lollll don’t hesitate to ask questions if you have any!

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community #reality shift #shifting realities #shiftinconsciousness #desired reality #shifttok #eternals #eternals dr #druig

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 1

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Holy shit remember when I said there were "Side comics"

Lmfao yeah they go more in depth.

We're starting with FNAF 4 because as of rn it's the first in the timeline of comics I've made. SL will be next and imo has the shittiest art because I was hurting myself with every page of that damn thing.

Content warnings I guess: bad things happen to fictional kids because this is fnaf lmfao.

I forgot wtf the faded words say but I'm pretty sure they're all written from William except one which is from Josh. Fuck if I remember which tho XDDDDDD

They're all talking vaguely about the incident.

So I'm going off the bold assumption you've seen the over explains for the main AU and will be talking about FNAF 4 from that perspective: Honestly the biggest hurdles in the Creations AU over explained is just how much I dump about the games, the AU as a whole, spoilers what to AVOID spoiling ex.

(Like...What I FEEL should be common knowledge I sometimes say, but then I realized: Holy fuck most of my current tumblr followers are ZELDA people who might just be reading cause they like my stuff in general and have ZERO Fnaf knowledge lmfao I'm very sorry if I don't always communicate things from the games specifically well.)

If you're here from the Creations AU MAIN comic over explained:

We are all to aware Elizabeth is dead and Cody has SEEN said incident, which gives a lot of insight into his character going forward in this comic.

This is based on the fan theory crying child saw Elizabeth die. I honestly dunno how much merit that actually has in CANNON but it's a fun story idea for Creations at least lol.

Circus Baby, the animatronic pictured was the one that did the deed.

So funny story: I actually like Josh as a character MORE after drawing FNAF 4 X'D and I will get into why. He's been the butt of the "I hate this character" joke for a long time but now the script has flipped because I actually like him a lot from a character standpoint but the audience couldn't stand his ass. (Reasonably he's awful lmfao) I didn't HATE him in SL I mostly hyped up how much I "Disliked" him If I hated him, I wouldn't draw him lmfao but I find he's 100xs more interesting as a person in FNAF 4 because he's WAY more flawed and his vulnerabilities are on full ass display here.

So dialogue wise: Josh goes on an absolute anger filled tirade on Cody merely taking a look into his presumed dead sister's room.

Their mother is out of the house under false pretenses, and beats Josh. She doesn't do this to Cody apparently which is clearly causing resentment. We can already make some assumptions about Josh's behavior due to his mother's abuse. Being, he repeats said cycle of abuse onto his younger brother.

He's a bad person lmfao and I won't justify his shit but I can completely understand why he's acting this way. Bro should not be in this situation.

William's "Checked out". Presumably not emotionally available or even physically considering Josh is looking after his brother.

He's being FORCED to basically parent his younger sibling who he dislikes STRONGLY, which uh. Makes older siblings carry a LOT of baggage later in life and in the moment is clearly doing NO ONE favors. He's also VERY CLEARLY not emotionally capable of dealing with a child. Which is just irresponsible as hell on his parents ends. That is a recipe for a complete trainwreck as we will very soon see.

Oh. The bear talks.

Hide and seek with high stakes. I got nothing much to say about the scenes directly tied/based to the minigames as they mostly speak for themselves.

Josh is a dick, that's evident.

Some of yall might not like it but I'm going on both Josh and Cody's perspectives here lmao. Deal with it

I would also lose my patience with a screaming child throwing an absolute tantrum. But on Cody's end, I wouldn't wanna go to Freddy's/Fredbear's either considering HE SAW HIS SISTER DIE THERE.

Josh's reasoning for bringing Cody makes sense though: Their dad is here and he can spend time with his friends. Josh's friend Lucas points out they're technically "Banned" from Freddy's. And she's cheating. According to Josh. Which just makes her leaving her son with his abusive older brother to cheat even more insulting/disgusting. Oliver Blondie with the green shirt is disturbed by Josh trauma dumping lmao. Richard cracks jokes about Josh's mom's affairs. Josh like Michael and William are British which Richard not so elegantly makes fun of. You'll notice a significant LACK of Michael here. More details: All four of these boys indulge in bad habits. Like smoking.

I WONDER WHY. Sarcasm aside, it's almost like abusing your kids results in them lashing out in horrible ways, mostly self destructive...

As we know Richard's dad is a freak who sleeps with married women and Josh's mother's known for infidelity. And all four smoke except Lucas apparently.

The "Josh you of all people would know I don't smoke" line is a play on the fact they're in a relationship and kiss, because Lucas and Josh's relationship is not subtle at all.

I find it amusing they all blame each other for Richard's stolen cigarettes as it's clear Josh and Oliver are behind it but MOSTLY Josh.

Well, he did the bare minimum of leaving him in a place he THINKS is safe, with a way to get back to the house?

Josh this is still shitty as hell. X'D

Lucas continues to be the only one in this friend group with a brain, also I do like how he nags his boyfriend and his shitty parenting choices for his brother lmfao.

He won't DO anything about it but he'll point it out.

Fredbear we can see this.

HAH SCARY.

Haha trauma.

Not now son Daddy's helping people into fur suits.

Yeah closing the door doesn't help this situation. Poor kiddo.

My bro wanted him to fall lmao. That would have been funny but nah.

Josh is playing on a 3DS because it's funny.

He at least fed his brother. Bare minimum parenting there buddy.

Not Josh getting annoyed because Cody says something scary he didn't personally tell him. X'D

He gives a half hearted attempt at advice...? Comfort? idk what you'd call that lmao.

And okay fr from Josh's perspective his brother is just acting like a ungrateful cowardly brat. X'D That doesn't make what he does right but like: Would YOU Believe him if he told you he "Saw" someone get eaten by a robot lmfao????

Children lie or misunderstand things. And Josh is old enough to know how these things work. He knows they're people in costumes or just lifeless things on the stage. Or at least they're SUPOSED to be.

Josh amusingly telling Cody he can walk is funny when you think he carried him TO Fredbear's last time.

Because Josh is a dick.

I don't have a lot to say about Cody's behavior because it's self explanatory. He saw his sister die here, his fear is justified and has an obvious reason. He's failed by the people around him ESPECIALLY his parents.

This is just more NPC dialogue in the minigames. Not much to say.

#fnaf 4 #creations au comic #creations au #fnaf au #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #fnaf comic #fnaf crying child #fnaf 4 comic #fnaf 4 cc #fnaf 4 afton #fnaf 4 bullies #fnaf 4 brother #circus baby #fnaf circus baby

[aquateenpatrolsomethingshowshow]

ok so i dont feel like doing a full on review of the new episode so im just gonna make bullet points of the high lights and things that stuck out to me lmao

((contents spoilers below))

• still love that intro its so fucking awesome

• still loving the upgraded animation its so fluent and beautiful but still maintains that classic “aqua teen” look

• ok but shake is kinda hot in that outfit ngl

• shake looks like literally every millennial in my town and especially the ones that go to the coffee shops in my area lol

• MEATWAD IN THE FUCKING HIGH CHAIR IM CRYING

• “its spelled with a g cuz disney owns it” 💀💀

• “hoverboard” and its the fucking roomba 💀

• this is literally clone high istg with the self aware roombas istg /j

• all the robots had little hands that kinda looked like shakes thats so cute

• his whole rant about drinking the cream had me dead

• “its an easy fix tanner” BFNFCFNGFVX bro has beef with tanner lmao

• “master shaken not stirred” ok but that cream work was fucking bad ass

• bro literally had robots write his movie for him thats literally what it felt like when i would be paired with ppl for school projects and i had to do all the work for them but they still take credit for it 😭💀🙄

• DAMN BRO chill out with the coffee

• “script title” thats so shake

• bro literally just called his characters “boy 1” and “boy 2” 😭😭

• “i dont drink coffee its makes me uhh..” IT MAKES YOU WHAT FRYLOCK?!?! • oh hi theres more robots

• MEATWAD HANGING OUT WITH THE ROBOTS THATS SO CUTE TWO OF MY FAV THINGS TOGETHER AND THE SIPPING AND SWIRLING THE COFFEE AROUND MOTIONS WERE SO CUTE TF

• “a relationship of a gummy bear and candy cane” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

• THE MICHAEL CAINE ROBOT IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM HIS LITTLE GLASSES AND ACCENT I CANT

• “the movie” at carls 🙄🙄🙄

• MEATWAD COVERING HIS EYES CUZ HES NOT ALLOWED TO SEE THAT STUFF 🥺🥺🥺 ARE THEY TRYING TO MAKE ME GET EMOTIONAL OVER HIM?!?! /nm ((love the nod/continuity of meatwad not being able to see that type of stuff tho))

• MOVIE TIME

• WHY DOES THE MOVIE LOOK LIKE THOSE OLD QUIZNOS COMMERCIALS HELP YALL KNOW WHICH ONES I MEAN 💀💀💀

• LOOK AT MEATWAD HES SHIELDING HIS EYES AGAIN HES SO PRECIOUS I CANT

• “easy with the hands love” 💀💀💀 I LOVE THAT HE CALLS EVERYONE LOVE CUZ HES BRI’ISH

• WHERE DID FRYLOCK GET THE MONEY TO GET A LITERAL IPHONE FUCKING 15?! DAMN BRO

• NO WAY YALL THEY GOT A ROBOT OF THE GUY FROM THE WEAPON OF CHOICE MUSIC VIDEO 😱😱😱 ((/t ik its christopher walken lol))

• HOLY SHIT IS THAT MR FUCKING BUTLERTRON I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT MR B FROM THE HIT SERIES CLONE HIGH IN ATHF 😱😱😱 /j

• “and michael richards” THE MICHAEL RICHARDS??? COSMO KRAMER MICHAEL RICHARDS?!?!

• “now i can make toast in another city” said no one ever AND BOI WHERE YOU GOING ANYWAY YOURE POOR

• HOW DARE YOU DENY THE BABEY BOY TOAST

• bro literally just killed all the robots 0s and 1s are like robot poison lol

• classic athf to just blow up the house lmao

• DAMN THAT LEAF TRANSITION WAS SO GOOD AND PRETTY

• “sticks and hicks” lmao

• it looks so peaceful up there kinda reminds me of that one og emma chamberlain video where her and her dad go to her grandparents house in the literal woods lmao

• “read some books, play some board games, make some s’mores” that sounds so cozy and im just picturing them all doing that and its so cute

• “no wifi? im going back to the robots” thats an honest to god mood

• IS THIS THE FUCKING TRANSFORMERS?! /j

AND SCENE

ngl the most recent episode wasnt the best out of the 3 so far tbh but it wasnt horrible probably give it like a 6 or 7 out of 10 i also like how they do the credits over the episode it gives them more of the episode to do but also ends in a way thats still very “aqua teen” if that makes sense

also wish they did more with them out in the country and like maybe doing something at a regular cabin instead of the robot in disguise ((which ik was the joke/point of how it ended)) but still that wouldve been really wholesome

#athf #aqua teen #aqua teen hunger force #master shake #meatwad #frylock #carl brutananadilewski #athf spoilers #spoilers #season 12

[incarnateirony]

that's two blatant ass queer dean/destiel open promotion cycles on social media for two episodes and 2p0 is still making confused unga bunga noises on what's happening. Meg all "it's all about the narrative parallels" literally what I have been telling these morons for over a year while they dogpile me and deny it.

how long until they accept reality that they all fucked up, and that 2p0 isn't getting what he wants?

I really

really

hope you remember that "only jensen's opinion matters" take of yours. Truly. Because you know, that man doesn't exist in a bubble. he talks to people whether you know it or not. and boy son him innocently smiling at low grade crew is not the dunk you think it is. nor is any sad semantics about dialect going to change it for you, or aggrandizing a scene being moved to a later episode for flow only for it to come back around like my old script draft process post indicated. None of it is going to change the end of the road, my man

jensen isn't a pokemon. he doesn't stay in a little capsule outside of the world until invoked for articles or appearances. he has like friends, and opinions not recorded by the media, and conversations about shit. And these people don't all magically turn up in consulting credits. But these people also are never, ever fucking serpentine ladder climbing fans, not even ones like jules being used as a political badge she's too daft to figure out. They're real industry colleagues and friends. They don't want you fuckin gremlins knowing their real shit.

Catch up. the system is built for DECADES to screen out goblins like jules and leave them rotting at the bottom of shit mountain never to be hired on another project again

welcome to destiel town. if you look on the right you'll see your mountain of failures and to the left, all the blatant ass deancas shit and overt marketing for the whole show complete with dean winchester shooting rainbows out of his head and the main account, meg and danneel all online all acknowledging the parallels you guys denied this shit is about. Either get in the clown car to fix the narrative or get out.

i know you and wigglebox threw in all your clout chips and lies to high school drama me but kids, no matter what childish drama rings you run, reality is reality. sorry you burned your chips. they're my chips now.

hey banned stalky pololers, remember all my history about the gulf? Unless you think I lied for 6 years in advance you might want to tell 2p0 and jules and wiggs to stop fucking around. I know wiggs never had real access to the tea because she wasn't trusted then either, but a few might. genuinely funny that the same people that screamed "nono never add wigglebox back here she can't be trusted!" ran to her the second they were told to stop being assholes. They'll all eat each other in time.

now the whole lot has sold out so bad they're working with wincels and lowkey j2 tinhats to spread bitter narratives and try to maintain old fandom clout proxy Wiki breaking her NDA for 8 months running and it's just sad all around

it's okay, banned people. you can just say you're salty as fuck you bet on the wrong horse, don't have meaningful leaks, leads or access, and zero meaningful involvement, and have been flying blind driven purely by grudgewank you're trying to pose as about leaks, when you lied to your followers for 8 months about the pilot, consciously. People that were banned that WERENT dipshits and figured it out politely requested to come back and did, but yall are just digging a hole all the way to fucking china

i've got people i don't trust now banging on my doors demanding to know how i knew what i knew, about things that haven't even aired yet, that you guys aren't even aware of, to the point a person begged and pleaded and apologized for how they mistreated me to know, mentioned "they" (wiki) were laughing and i reminded i didn't care because i been through this rodeo with mary manchin too and these kids dont understand their capacity limits. Manchin was wrong, I was right, and history is about to repeat. That person got it straight from jensen too. So like. you guys can all sit here and deny into the void. it is what it is. you've lost.

your grudges and malice and parasocializations and bad M&G spins and your anger at not being involved or meaningful or even having info worth two shits and realizing your wiki line is even moot, that's your shit to unpack, but you won't. Because the second you guys unpack that, your server driven by vendettas, five year old gotchas and denial is going to fall the fuck to pieces.

you guys don't even have spn scripts to hock anymore and nobody cares. any new attempts at sekrit info you or 2p0 spin are moot because they're getting disproven in matters of days. The only sustainability is trying to pspsps people with jules feeding scripts as they air, and pretending she hasn't been feeding you shit under the radar the whole time. but nobody cares, because it's fucking airing, and so far only one account in the fandom has been able to accurately stay on track on what's happening.

figure it out, douchecanoes. we won't need your scripts for the arguments you'll try to make about the end of the road in denial. it's pretty damn clear. you might want them to try to find some semantics to argue but the rest of the world won't

and it won't matter how much the outdated but self proclaimed cool kids screech or cry or throw drama bombs or twist things or lie, we're going where we're fucking going, so if you guys just want to convert to an anti server now, just rip off the bandaid and get it over with.

kids learning real quick that just because you don't like a fact or a person doesn't make the fact or person untrue. It just means you've been on the wrong side. enjoy that.

#spnwin #for the creatives in the tag #your tech consultant is leaky af

[nephaelia-sims]

Sims mod ideas:

Make Vampires Better Parents mod

Stop Eating the God Damn Plasma Fruit Salad mod

Stop Dying In The Sun Autonomously mod

Put On Your Coat Young Man/Lady mod

Program Your Servos to Know that Shower WooHoo is Bad For Them mod

details/commentary under the cut lol

Make Vampires Better Parents mod- even vampire children need sleep and human food and to keep on a normal schedule so they can go to school! In my experience vampires are not the best at this. They can be amazing, loving, caring parents and still they will forget to cook any human food for their kids and wake them up at 2 am to play chess or some shit. Obviously if you’re controlling the household it’s not always a huge issue, but it is if you have like 4 adult vampires in the house and a couple children, and all the adults want to do is talk to/parent/play with the kids all the time.

Stop Eating the God Damn Plasma Fruit Salad mod- I would understand the first time an unsupervised child (or an adult who doesn’t know about plasma fruit) attempted to eat plasma fruit salad, but unless you’re like a toddler (and it was left out unattended and you somehow got into it, or a dumb adult served it to you) you would LEARN after the first time not to eat it!! Even if it’s the last food in the fridge, you’d get a quick meal instead, ask an adult for food, or cook food yourself!

Stop Dying In The Sun Autonomously mod- Now I don’t mean the whole neighborhood stories dying in accidents thing, that’s fine (there are obviously scenarios where that would be plausible as a real accident). I mean legitimately, purposefully, standing in the sun when your vampire energy is low until you literally die. I have SEEN IT HAPPEN THREE TIMES NOW and that is THREE TIMES TOO MANY. One time a vampire got home from work and instead of running inside, decided to hang out on the sidewalk for NO DAMN REASON. Another time, Vladislaus Straud went to Bufo’s meet and greet at the pool (there was a lot of shade there so I thought it’d be fine!!!!) and stood directly in the sun (and he has at least one weakness to sun iirc). The third time, Lilith came to the Forsythe house without me knowing and started working on the rocket ship in broad daylight!!! (Thankfully Caleb was there with his death flowers he got from gardening....)

Put On Your Coat Young Man/Lady mod- this is something I fix currently with MC Dresser, and can even be fixed with in-game testing cheats iirc? but it’s annoying af to have to notice every time a random sim is about to die because their stupid ass is wearing a bikini in a blizzard. Tbf it can be kind of morbidly funny sometimes, but it happens SO OFTEN that it’s just ridiculous, and it doesn’t seem to matter how “smart” a sim is (be it book smart or outdoors-smart- if they’re a genius, or they have a high logic skill, or if they love the outdoors, or if they are a great skiier...). It should at least depend on that (I know that’s asking a lot but I like to dream big, sue me)

Program Your Servos to Know that Shower WooHoo is Bad For Them mod- this sounds ridiculous, but.... I have autonomous woohoo on, and one of Kaeru’s partners is a servo. They were in her dorm, and suddenly they do the “YEAH let’s DO IT” animation and I’m like “UH WHERE YALL GOING” and I watch in shock and awe as they start going into the fucking shower. SURPRISING TO NO ONE, not a second later they come out and the poor servo is broken, and I have Kaeru start fixing them right away. Kaeru is studying physics (handiness, rocket science, and ROBOTICS) and the servo IS A SERVO who I believe was ALSO STUDYING PHYSICS. OF ALL PEOPLE THEY SHOULD KNOW!!!

So first I’d need to be able to actually mod Sims. Tbf I haven’t done much research, I am v chaotic and usually try to figure shit out first lol, should probably just look it up XD Because from a quick look all the game scripts are in .pyc and thus I can’t just look at them and edit them with VSCode because they’re all just like weird characters and shit so iirc they’re compiled python, so I need some kind of decompiler? and then there’s probably a better way to do it than that anyway lol like it’s not like to add mods to your game you have to actually edit the real game files?

Anyway these are just ideas right now. I don’t think they exist yet. If they do or you’re working on something lmk because I’m super interested obviously! Also I would love some friends to talk about sims related programming/etc stuff with ;u;

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 mod ideas #ts4 vampires #ts4 servos #ts4 seasons #text

[eirian]

im going insane so im going to tell you about it and by that i mean make a post to scream into the void about my troubles

this will be a rambly, stream of consciousness post so watch out. unmedicated adhd brain shenanigans are afoot

i feel like i need to draw for myself more. i try to very often, i do, but i still feel like im caught in the whole “if i dont draw for attention then whats the point” hellhole that ive been trying to get out of for years. but i feel like the reason for this is that i literally Need the attention to up my chances for commissioners??? because thats how i make a living rn???  like i literally rely on commissions as my main source of income and that pays for shit like rent and medication and appointments and food :( i barely buy shit for myself anymore b/c im putting it all towards needs and not wants

also im worried my merch wont pop off as well as it did when i first released the submas merch. i know those were in high demand, but im afraid the demand will go to single digit sales for them as well as everything else i sell.  im honestly thinking about just buying very small stock, maybe 10 of each item at most, and opening the orders that way (after i ship things out of course).  speaking of shipping my last shipment STILL hasnt come in and im a little frustrated b/c im like. bruh i need to ship out these preorders. im not gonna do preorders in the future i dont think, im waiting way too long for this stock to come in :( i dont want yall to wait forever for like..a keychain

ive been trying to work here and there on both villain + school and facets (facets is completely written and scripted, v+s just recently got solidified as an outline Finally) but i kinda only had energy to do so for One Day so im not sure when those’ll be out lmfao. sorry bout that

i want to make more ocs, i havent made new ocs in a hot minute and im like :( wah. my character design brain is kaput right now.  i wanna make more cool db ocs and such like i used to. it used to bring me so much joy.  or maybe even inazuma eleven ocs idk im just wanting New Boys

i have so much to do or at least so much i could be doing. like i could make new merch art but that feels pointless if i dont have the money to buy the merch. i still need to ship out my FIRST orders, christ.  and im trying so hard to get commissions rolling so i CAN ship out my shit but :( its a struggle. im struggling. god im stressed to hell and back hi

sometimes i do be like i wanna die !  but i wont.  i’ll be ok things will be ok.  i will get commissions its only the 6th.  i have time. and im going to check out some cons that i can maybe table at in the future. thatd be wonderful. fuck i need to reprint my business cards with my updated twitter im a little mad i ended up getting my account unsuspended right after i made those cards. at least i only made 50 of them i guess

i need like an online journal or something to write this shit into instead of like, a public tumblr post LMFAO. but i cant use washi tape online so there goes that /hj

i really really need to figure out a way to let the general furry population know that i will draw their stuff for commissions. like. i Will. i Have. i Can.  just give me a chance bro i’ll draw your inflation fetish art just give me a chance to make some money to live LOL.  i would draw more furry art but i am so unmotivated and sluggish its so hard..

i kinda feel like i should try to get back into adoptables too but ive been so depressed and down and unmotivated its really really hard for me to design things for myself let alone to sell. so im like ok now what i have no income. im too brain fucky to get a “real job” so im just like. sits here on my ass doing absolutely nothing except being sad.  ok so i might have depression

anyway life is hard thanks for putting up with me

[askundeadbluelesbians]

SO I got three questions since I miss yall

For the mods, what are some of the steps of doing a blog like this? I mean like do you guys have scripts or a schedule or..? I'm lowkey jealous cause I wanna do a blog but dont know how to do it

Do any of the girls do each other's hair and make-up? Maybe wardrobe? I see Isis having the BEST fashion tips

What were Sawyer's and everyone else's reaction with Isis being in a relationship? (By this I mean the people who would most likely be friends with Isis like Abdu and Sawyer and them and Jun-Seo and them)

Okay! How do we get a blog like this together?

Ideally, you'd want to be able to do both the script and the artwork, but I lack the skill and the equipment.

If you need to outsource your art, make sure you and your artist come up with a payment plan.

I actually have payments scheduled to my artist, because they deserve to be compensated for their work, even if this is something I am ultimately doing for fun. Would I like to be able to be paid for this, though? Yeah.

I do script out all of my asks, but I don't necessarily answer them in the order in which they are received. Some, I do, but if I see one that can serve a narrative impact, I'll wait until then.

Going even further, since I'm doing these in phases, I've essentially given each phase a theme. And I do have arcs planned for future phases.

As for the other two questions: Isis is the stylist of the group, and actually picked out everyone's, "Coven," garb. She's particularly close to Jun-Seo, Riona, and Abby. I've had the Kickstarter Crew be two years ahead of the PC Core, and the New Blood PCs two years behind them. So by the end of Phase Four, all of them should have graduated from Spooky High.

As for relationships: here's your answer!

#Ask the Mods #Mod Venus

[blurred-cat]

BEOWULF

so i took a mythology class in high school and at one point we had to all take parts of the play Beowulf and we were in groups of 3. of course me and the other 2 band kids teamed up. i did the direction for how we should perform and wrote out the flow of things. like. ok. so we were the fight scene between grendel and beowulf. the other scenes came before us, people were just chillin, or laughing, nobody really paid attention.

but when ours came around?

I’d given everyone the proper parts. my friend, she was a bit on the shy side, but we used to read our stories to each other so she trusted my direction. i knew she had a GREAT narrator voice and could really give it emotion, so i left her to narrate the scene. The other guy was the very confident but pretty emotional type. like he was kind of a shit but I knew that emotion would do GREAT for the scene cause we needed someone to PUNCH THOSE LINES as Beowulf. naturally i’m the fucking monster lol. i’d brought in this lightsaber that when you hit the button did the FULL NOISE and shit. it glowed blue. i covered that in some paper to make it a Bigass Broadsword. I also gave myself a Mask that had a taller “head” portion. Made some of those folded paper claws, etc. so one friend does the narration. my other friend is beowulf (of course i’m the monster how could i not be). dude walks into the “cave” by walking out of the classroom, comes back in, looks around, walks through the desks- i subtly enter while everyone has their attention on him. he weaves back through and i JUMP out from behind a podium. Silence falls in the class. he says his line and IGNITES his blade. I do my ROAR (because of course i practiced monster roars in the hayday of my werewolf era) the fight script was “two dodges, then one hit” back and fourth. I told ol’ boy to ACTUALLY hit me and he agreed to ACTUALLY GET HIT back we were supposed to go like 6 rounds. but we were FIGHTING so HARD. like the guy playing beowulf sweat quickly, it was a running joke during band practice, and he sweat under any amount of activity so he was LEGIT sweating in that class during the fight. really sold it.  our poor narrator got worried we were REALLY FIGHTING and called it at 4 rounds, then says The Line. The one where He CUTS gendel’s fUCKING HEAD off. So the dude- he’s a football kid too, so he’s a bit muscular and fits the whole warrior thing- he SWINGS this blade and CHOPS OFF the upper “MASK” portion. the SOUND was LOUD like the Thunking TEARING noise of all that stuff hitting cause it was cardboard tubes holding the upper mask off and the lightsaber was one of the types that RATTLES and does the impact noises? the fucking teacher YELPED when the head came off, people gasped, because i’d put all this red shredded paper and streamers in it for the BLOOD. The mask FLIES across the room and I DROP FLAT without much control. see I also used to practice death drops so I FELL. HARD. and people like- my buddy said people legit got up a little bit to see if i was okay but he stayed in character and didn’t say anything. even planted his foot on my shoulder. that was the end of our scene and i just remember people saying “yall actually fought??? wtf????” and the applause lmao. shit was hype. the people following that scene were painfully demoralized LOL. if i’m not mistaken, the teacher recorded it too. man i wish i could see it again. anyway. one of my favorite memories. (don’t ask me what translation this was but beowulf said something like “AS A TROPHY” before he took grendel’s head off. something like that idk.)

#I'm Talking #Long Talk #Beowulf

[wardeningo]

This is a genuine question here. I was wondering why only Emmet was mentioned in that post about non-human aus. Wouldn't it be in bad faith to do for Ingo too since he's also autistic? Why is Emmet mentioned specifically?

Now idk how to describe it and its late and when my bf tried to he ended up getting death threats and harassed due to using (outdated?) medical terms (like high vs low functioning) due to a lack of a better term- despite hating those terms himself. I'll try to explain under the cut!

But when you look at both ingo and emmet, people usually see/interpret emmet as being autistic first, I've seen a lot of people just think of emmet having autism while ingo having something more like adhd! His mannerisms are a bit more... not obvious but his manner of speech in the game (stilted, scripted, simple) and how he acts in the manga? Thats autism babey! Its so great!

Ingo is also suuuuper autistic like his brother, but behaves differently, his speech is more formal, he uses a lot more complex words, choosing three words when one will do (and I love him for it), he has trouble expressing himself physically and will go on tangents and infodump about things!

If this were real life? Emmet would def be classified as the trouble/quiet/weird kid and probably get a diagnoses while ingo would be praised for being so gifted/well behaved and not get a diagnoses- probably a better way of putting it but ik some of yall out there have had experiences like this, ik I have!

In fact many people portrayed ingo being super formal while emmet being way more childish, when really they're both formal and silly in their own ways!

So it would be better to not have either of them specifically be inhuman in aus, but even more so emmet due to the fact that his mannerisms are more... idk maybe apparent? than ingos. We don't want to assign the twin who doesn't seem to mask "oh obviously not really human" especially if ingo isn't. Because why would it only be emmet and not ingo? What traits does emmet have that makes you think he's not a person but ingo is? Yknow? (Not you specifically a general you) Many times those traits align up with things you see in autistic people, hence why its something to look out for and why i made emmet more apparent

There's no way to describe this without using ableist terms or stereotypes due to how our medical system is, I tried to but that probably made it unclear,, but I hope this somewhat helped!

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[juyeoniemyhoney]

no longer

Juyeon had opened your eyes to worlds undiscovered, and together, the two of you transversed universes and galaxies, forging memories, creating art, sculpting beauty itself. Magical could not even begin to describe Juyeon. He was enigmatic, unique, exquisite. And most importantly, he was yours.

Until he wasn’t.

-pairing: lee juyeon x reader

-genre: ex! juyeon, angst, angst, angst, idk kinda fulfilling in a way??

-warnings: there is a mention of a blade and cuts (its figurative there are no acts of self harm in this fanfic) but please don’t read if it makes you uncomfy! ; a little bit of foul language; lotta tears; this is lowkey stupid but i say that about all my fics lmao

-word count: 4741 words

-A/N: yooooo its like been ten million yearssss. i know yall are really patiently waiting for rent a boyfie (ty) but i’ll only be regularly updating once my exams are over (in like mid nov) so hang tight until then<3 in the meantime, i’ll be posting stand-alone fics + hopefully will start writing for other groups (txt, enhypen, seventeen, nct, p1harmony???) in my free time! anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one because its one hell of a ride (and its kinda stupid idk)

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Life does not give you lemons. Whoever said that was seriously insane, or sick. No, life gives you curveball after curveball. It is like a high school dodgeball competition except the competition doesn't ever end and the balls— otherwise known as unnecessarily annoying problems— move according to their own will, programmed only to hit you down so hard that you will never again have the courage to get back up.

But sometimes, life misses. And this rang true for you when the heavens had decided to take pity on your shitty life and gift you with the angel, Lee Juyeon.

Truly, Juyeon had appeared out of the clear blue, like a serendipitous epiphany, and the time that you had spent with him was nothing short of exhilarating. The two of you would sneak out of your dorms, giggling like school children out of bed way past midnight as you made your way into closed spaces, breaking into swimming pools for pool parties for two; sneaking into movie theatres with scripts of your own; breaking into private beaches to play and lay in the sand for hours as the two of you mapped stars and constellations, memorised where different satellites were and witnessed every phase of the moon.

Nothing could ever describe how Juyeon lit you up. It started with a small flame, one akin to the ever-flickering glow of a candle. And then it spread, and spread, and spread, lighting a ferocious inferno in you, burning every organ in its wake, refusing to die down no matter how much water you poured onto it, and filling you up with so much love, your heart was bursting from the seams, utterly unable to contain the sheer adoration you held for this man.

He had opened your eyes to worlds undiscovered, and together, the two of you transversed universes and galaxies, forging memories, creating art, sculpting beauty itself. Magical could not even begin to describe Juyeon. He was enigmatic, unique, exquisite. And most importantly, he was yours.

Until he wasn't.

It's been five years since then. You'd never thought you would ever see him again unless you closed your eyes. But here he is, in the flesh, right across the table from you.

Glasses clink, music, laughter and chatter blend together in a marvellous cacophony that you cannot seem to hear. You can sense the smiles around you as dresses and accessories and jobs are shown off. Behind Juyeon, people dance idiotically and in your periphery, you can see the white dollops of frosting that decorate the unnecessarily massive cake. Everything happens at once and yet, you cannot seem to take your eyes off Juyeon.

Your sister's wedding was supposed to be joyous and exciting. You were excited for it. Now, not so much. How could you have not known that your sister's husband's best friend is Juyeon? Your mind flashes back to the two years you and Juyeon meant something to each other and you wonder how many times he had mentioned the name of your brother-in-law, only for it to slip your mind every time. You cannot help but wonder if your inattentiveness is one of the reasons that drove Juyeon away, if your sheer passion for art that had caused you to not listen to others around you had eventually caused Juyeon to grow tired of you, frustrated with having to repeat things every time.

Juyeon looks exactly as he did five years ago. He still laughs the same, smiles the same, eats the same. He still has that habit of his where he keeps his eyes half-closed so that he doesn't have to use up so much energy just to keep them open. When he had first told you this, you had laughed in disbelief, thinking he was pulling a fast one on you. But after he mentioned it, you began to realise that it was true. It has become a habit for him to keep his eyes mostly shut. And you would only see the sheer vastness of his eyes twice.

After you had seen his eyes in its whole, fully-opened glory, you liked that he had this habit. It was almost as if it was instinctive, like his body was protecting, shielding, hiding away the pure beauty of his brown irises and the twinkling constellations they held. You would yearn for him to look at you like that again, trying everything in your power to get him to that level of unadulterated rapture. He would only look at you like that once more; the day before he left

The only thing that's noticeably different about Juyeon now is his haircut and her.

You like his haircut better now. It leaves his hair long and though it is styled up and away from his eyes, you imagine that when it is down and damp after a shower, his thick black locks would fall into his eyes breathtakingly. Back in university, he had this undercut and he always put up his hair. It accentuated his jaw and made the planes of his face seem much sharper, and though he was everything but, it somehow made Juyeon look scary. Now, he looks soft, warm. His jaw is still chiselled but you imagine that if you were to shove your face into the crook of his neck, just under his jaw, you would sink in like maple syrup.

The girl he brought has pretty doe eyes and you know for a fact that that was the first thing he noticed about her. Once upon a time, you had asked Juyeon what the first thing he noticed about a person was. He told you he always looked at peoples' eyes first. He always did tell you he liked the almond shape of your eyes and the way they always showed how you were feeling.

And Juyeon may have liked how your eyes looked but he has never looked quite so taken while looking at you. As their conversation continues, Juyeon's new girl smiles and laughs at jokes made and you watch as he melts, pupils dilating in awe and wonder as he gazes at his girlfriend with such love, you feel a part of yourself wither away.

How is it that it has been five years since Juyeon left you and yet you still cannot seem to forget anything about him?

You watch as his hand reaches for his girlfriend's under the table, no doubt to give her hand a squeeze. He always did love to hold your hands. It was like he couldn't help himself.

The nerves in your hand tingle with recognition even after all these years, and your skin warms as every cell in your body remembers the touch of Juyeon. Your heart rate picks up in familiarity and you sense the shallowing of your breaths. You remember, with crystal lucidity, him and his touch and the way your body always reacted to the feel of him; like he is electricity and you are water.

A small, sorrowful smile tilts the corners of your lips up as you reminisce the moments you shared with Juyeon and your mind wanders, bringing up the question you have been asking yourself incessantly since his departure: where did it all go wrong?

You know you have been staring too long when Juyeon's eyes dart up to meet yours, brown irises filling your vision instead of his side profile. You jump a little in surprise and you almost immediately look away, vision darting around the room before you decide to focus on your sister as she goes about the different tables, striking up conversations with her guests. You only look back when Juyeon rises from his seat and sends you a look when your eyes meet, excusing himself to the bathroom with a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek. Your cheek burns when your skin remembers the sensation and you shoot up from your seat, walk out of the dining hall and into the significantly quieter corridor.

When you find Juyeon waiting against a wall in the corridor, you are not surprised.

He sends you a smile that barely reaches his eyes as he says, "I guess our telepathy still works."

Your mind flashes back to the multiple times the two of you would finish each other's sentences. You remember that one time when you were going to ask Juyeon to buy coffee on his way to your house. Just as you were going to call him, he opened your door, two cups of coffee in hand. The two of you laughed about it for as long as you were each other's.

You do not reply to his comment, choosing to stay silent as you move to lean beside him against the wall, staring at the lifts as a few people pass the two of you in the corridor from the toilets.

"You look nice," he breaks the silence, turning to you with a heartwarming smile. You glance at him, feeling your cheeks and palms grow hot with embarrassment. How is it that he can still get this kind of reaction from you? You should be way over him by now. It's been fucking five years for heaven's sake. Why are you the only one still hung up on this?

"Thank you. You do too," you manage to reply despite the lump in your throat. You want to go home. You do not want to be in such close proximity with Juyeon, and yet you somehow want to get closer to him, until you can feel his heart beating against your palms, until you can feel his warm skin against your own. Juyeon's girlfriend's smile invades your thoughts, and you feel like the worst person in the world.

"How was England?" you ask.

Part of the reason why Juyeon left was because he was going to flight school in England. He had always told you that he wanted to become a pilot and not rot in some arts major. He always said that he was wasting his life in university doing art. And it was you who had ultimately convinced him to apply to flight school in England. You wanted to watch him grow, to be truly happy with what he was doing, to love his life instead of spending his life resenting himself, and to be there with him when he finally took the big leap of faith. If you had known him getting into flight school in a country across the world would tear both of you apart, you would have thought twice about convincing him. You think that you still would have convinced him to apply. But maybe, you would have talked about it with him more. And maybe, you could have prepared yourself more for your inevitable parting.

"It was fine," he replies, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Felt like I was missing something."

Your lips part at his words— his confession and you know exactly what he means as soon as he says it. I missed you. I regret letting you go.

"So you're a pilot now?" You chance a glance at Juyeon and immediately regret it because he is looking right at you. Your gaze shoots down to your heels and you feel the side of your face burn with Juyeon's gaze.

"Yeah," Juyeon replies with a small laugh. "You should have seen the places I've been. I went to Paris with—" he continues but stops himself short, realising too late that he was going to talk about his new girlfriend. Five years ago, when you and Juyeon would fantasise about him becoming a pilot before the two of you went to sleep, you always told him you wanted to go to Paris with him.

And though your heart breaks at the fact that someone else is living your dream, you smile. "That's amazing, Juyeon. Where else have you been?"

Juyeon hesitates for a second, eyes scanning your face as you smile up at him. Tidal waves of memories flood his brain and he remembers when you would look at him with this exact expression time and time again, eyes glinting with curiosity, smile small but sweet, a taste that melts on his tongue in golden, sugary gratification. A taste he tastes on his tongue at this moment. He smiles.

"Greece, Rome; I've seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person. It's as amazing as you'd think it would be. I went to Stonehenge too. I've been to all these places. It's amazing. The world is so big," he relays to you with childlike wonder twinkling in his eyes, tone excited as he tells you of his wonderful, breathtaking adventures. It feels like he is an adventurer and he'd been away from home for aeons, exploring the world, dissecting it layer by layer and finding out every single little detail, and now, he's come back to you with stories that could go on for millennia.

You let Juyeon talk you into a stupor, until you are drunk and dazed from his wondrous stories from around the world, his voice warm and low and soft, like he doesn't quite want anyone else to hear, saving his wondrous tales for only you. Your heart lifts for the first time since this wedding started and your chest warms with familiarity and affection. You really want to give him a hug.

"What about you?" is what snaps you from your daze, gaze lifting from his lips to his eyes. You didn't even know you were zoning out while staring at his lips. Your cheeks heat in the slightest but you will yourself to stay sane.

"What about me?" you bounce the question back to him. You don't quite know what his sentence before that was and you don't know what he wants to hear from you. Because what about you? You've been in this town since he left. You've been empty since he left. You've been barely surviving since he left. You've just been existing. Juyeon had been living a life he'd always dreamed. But you were teaching art to teenagers who could care less, utterly unsure what to do with a stupid art degree. You were talented enough to be an artist, but not talented enough to be recognised. You simply were. What could he possibly want to hear?

"What have you been up to?"

Thinking about you; about how all of me that I knew left when you did, missing you, wondering when you would come and take me back, wondering how our love had become so weak that you knew it could not possibly last the vast distance between our hearts, wondering what else I could have done to push you away and fixing it incessantly, wondering how you were doing at every time of the day; if you were eating properly, sleeping well, if you could sleep without me in your arms, or if you couldn't, like me.

"I teach art at a high school," you start with your occupation and you suddenly feel like you are meeting someone new, not Juyeon, but a complete stranger. A lump forms in your throat.

"Really? I'd always thought you would make your own art," Juyeon says, a million questions being asked with just an arch of his eyebrow, all of which you do not have the answer to.

"I still make my own art. But I guess now I do it through the kids. Some of them, the ones who care at least, are brilliant. They have these otherworldly ideas that I could have never thought up myself. This one girl carved her artwork from old books so that when you put them all together, it formed one big sculpture. It was beautiful," you tell him, getting a little excited.

"Oh, I bet you couldn't stop telling everyone about it. I bet you talked about it for it for days, maybe even weeks. You couldn't stop talking about the paintings at the museum we went to that one time," he comments, smiling so widely at the memory you'd think love for you still existed within the deep chambers of his heart, buried deep down and suppressed because of his choices. The lump in your throat grows and you cannot hold back your burning question.

"Did you fall out of love with me?" you blurt, eyes sad as you look at him for an answer in his body language, or his eyes, or his expression. His smile dies and is replaced with a hard look, one that you almost don't recognise as an expression Juyeon could make. Your heart thuds with anxiety in your chest as you await his answer, wholly unsure if you should have sprung the question when the conversation was going along so nicely. You ruin everything.

"No," he says after a long time of deliberation. He does not meet your eyes once after admitting it out loud. Your heart soars with hope and you wonder if you could ever go back to what you once were. His.

"I think a part of me will always love you," he admits rather shyly, eyes only ever coming up as far as the bridge of your nose before they are darting away.

Your lips part at this newfound information. You did not expect that. He seemed totally over you until a moment ago. He was looking at his girlfriend so lovingly. How can he still say that he is in love with you? How can he say that he still loves you when he did not come back for you once in the five years since he left? How can he even admit that when his girlfriend is sitting inside that hall, awkwardly trying to keep up a conversation with virtual strangers, unbeknownst to the fact that her boyfriend is confessing his love to another. You don't understand how he could do this again; completely upend your life and turn it on its head, confuse your feelings and make you forget everything you have learnt since he left. You don't understand how your heart is still thudding so hard since it heard that Juyeon, the man you've wanted all your life, still loves you after all these years. You hate yourself even more.

"Juyeon—" you start but are interrupted when someone calls his name. It's a female voice and every cell in your body knows that it is his girlfriend.

"Let's go for a walk?" he says rather than suggests, holding out his hand as his expression hurries you to decide before the two of you are caught by his girlfriend. Like the two of you are children running away from parents who are trying to desperately tuck you into bed. You are instantly transported back to the countless amount of times he's done this to you. Whenever the two of you were doing something you shouldn't be doing (ie. breaking into a swimming pool), he would always turn around and offer his hand to you, as if he were confirming that the two of you were in this together. That this was your choice as much as it was his. You used to be reassured when he did this. You were in this together, nothing would ever be too much when the both of you were together. But now, you feel like he is convicting you, like he is coercing a confession from you when you've done nothing but love him. And you let him.

The warning signs flash bright red in your mind. You take his hand. A siren sounds in your mind. And then, Juyeon is whisking you away into the night, hand in hand, your other hand keeping your dress away from your feet as the two of you enter the lift and ride it all the way to the ground floor hand in hand. When the doors open, he leads you outside and to the park opposite the hotel in silence.

When the two of you are situated on a bench under a withering tree, your situation crashes onto your shoulders like cinderblocks.

"Y/N," he starts. It's the first time he's said your name. You used to fly when he'd say your name, like a musician appreciating a melody. It's almost ironic how your stomach drops now when he says it, how it leaves a bad taste on your tongue. His tone doesn't exactly scream affectionate either, more like dead serious. Like he is about to unleash another onset of darkness onto your life.

"Juyeon," you cut him off when he opens his mouth to speak. You don't think you can deal with it if he rejects you again. Your heart would just not be able to cope.

"Before you say anything, please hear me out." His silence is your cue to continue speaking.

"I still love you. Like you said, I think a part of me will always love you. It's like it's second nature for me. I just can't stop. The past few years I've been asking myself what you would think about various things, or how you would react when I told you an account of my day, or how you would have gone about a situation. And I don't think I will ever stop asking myself these questions," you pause to attempt to swallow the growing lump in your throat and blink away the tears.

"I don't know what on earth drove you to think that distance would ever be a problem for us. At least for me, it was never a problem. As you can see, five years have gone by and you've been all over the world and I'm still fucking here declaring my love for you. But I think the thing that distance has made me realise was that just because we love each other, doesn't mean we should date." Tears have begun to run down your cheeks and your voice has begun to crack in different places, in between different words, but you press on.

Juyeon takes your hand into his when he hears your voice crack, encasing it between the warmth of his palms. The feeling is familiar yet foreign, but comforting all the same. His palms are warm and rough and somehow, you feel yourself calm down slightly. In this one action, you can tell just how he feels, listening to your words. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I made you feel this way.

"I wouldn't have ever been there for you, Y/N," he says quietly in between your sobs. You control the ugly noises coming from your throat to hear him better because his voice is so soft, almost like he doesn't want to say it out of fear of its truth.

"I wouldn't have been able to hold you for months on end when I left. And I knew you would have never wanted to abandon your degree just so you could follow me across the world. And I could never ask that of you. And asking for you to wait was just too selfish," he continues sadly, hands griping yours tightly, like the memory of him having to let you go was physically paining him.

"I know we would've been unhappy. You, especially. And I also knew you would endure the pain because you are just so loyal. And I didn't think I could live with the guilt of making you go through that pain. Though I can barely live with the guilt of breaking your heart now," he says, the last part even more softly, so soft it was almost inaudible. You can see the ghost of tears in Juyeon's eyes as they gloss over but Juyeon quickly blinks them away.

"I know," you say, moving to lean against his shoulder. Juyeon rests his head against your own and the action is comforting, both to you and Juyeon and it sets the two of you at ease, whatever emotions that were between the two of you— anger, hate, frustration, longing— put to rest with your head on his shoulder, your hand in his, and the two of you finally coming together to get some closure. Everything seems right again and your heart sets a gentle pace; the shaking in your hands stop and you finally feel like you can move on with your life.

"Thanks for telling me that," you finally say after a moment of silence. "I feel like I can finally move on with my life," you continue when Juyeon says nothing, voicing out your exact thoughts. You feel Juyeon smile against the shell of your ear.

"Oh," he says suddenly, sitting upright and taking his warmth with him. You turn to him in question and the bad feeling immediately comes back to squeeze at your gut when he flashes you the most guilty smile you have ever seen.

"I'm, uh," he starts, pausing to gauge your reaction. You remain silent, hoping— praying that he is not going to inform you of his engagement.

"I'm actually, uh, immigrating. I'm immigrating to England. Well, I'm a pilot. So I won't always be in England. But when I'm on a break or when I'm not flying, I'll be there."

All again, you feel your heart sink into your toes. You'd just made up with him and now he's leaving forever? You've just gotten to know him again (sort of) and now he's flying back across the world and this time to stay.

"Oh," is all you can manage. Juyeon winces, knows he shouldn't have brought it up so quickly when the two of you finally feel comfortable with how you ended, only to ruin it with this heart-shattering news. But he's leaving forever in a week. And now that he has you back in his life, he's not so sure he wants to go again.

"I'm leaving in a week," he continues, telling you all of the details to all but make the wound deeper, to nestle the blade right into the cut. Your heart sinks through your soles and into the ground below it.

"You're moving in with..." you pause, realising that you still do not know the name of his girlfriend.

"Charlotte," he supplies with a smile, part affectionate, part woeful. Your stomach drops but you will yourself to be supportive. The person you love with your whole heart is in love and is being loved, you should be happy.

"She's pretty," you say with a smile that Juyeon knows is forced. It doesn't reach your eyes. You're forcing yourself to be happy for him again and it hurts him as much as it hurts you.

"You know what I first thought when I saw her?" you ask, his silence urges you for an answer.

"I thought: He must've fallen for her eyes first."

Your sentence is met with silence. Juyeon doesn't know what to say. You know him so well that it's scary. He didn't realise just how much you'd observed him in your time together. He wishes that he'd done the same.

"Anyway," you say when the silence stretches on for far too long, getting up to stand before Juyeon. You hold your hand out to him, saying, "I hope they haven't cut the cake yet. I didn't bring my phone either. I bet my sister is looking for me."

Juyeon doesn't want to leave though. In all of a few minutes, he'd been transported back to the earlier days of his youth, when he wasn't concerned about jobs or where he'd be staying, only caring about his love and you who held it. He'd missed the freedom of it all, missed the way you'd always made things seemed so easy. And in those short moments on the park bench, he finally remembered how it felt, and what a happy time it had been for him. Juyeon doesn't want to leave. But he takes your hand anyway, hauling himself from the bench with your help, hands immediately tucking themselves in his pockets as the two of you make your way back to the wedding.

Before the two of you enter the hall, Juyeon stops you and pulls you in for a hug. It's warm and comforting and your heart jumps through your ribcage and into his chest, jittery and fluttering like a butterfly. Your arms fit around his waist and his come around your shoulders, fitting like a finished puzzle. He doesn't say a word, simply basks in your arms for as long as he can, taking advantage of the moment before he can regret it.

"I'll send you off," you say with a pat to his back, your chin resting on his shoulder. He nods, pulls away, feels something inside him slip away forever, smiles, then walks back into the hall. You smile back, feel your heart bloom at his radiance and enter the hall behind him, virtual strangers again.

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 4)

i hope yall enjoyed the last part, we took a sudden and quite dirty turn ther,e but we are heading down romantic street and its all sweet and cute with a little hotness. let me know what you thought about the part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.7k

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Harry Styles managed to leave quite the impression in you following his late night visit after the Emmys. He surely surprised you with not only the unbelievable orgasm he gave you with his talented fingers, but also with how big of a gentleman he really was, so keen on taking you out on a date first before he would kiss you. The timeline got a little messed up and he did apologize before he left at two in the morning for getting too carried away, but you assured him he didn’t do anything you didn’t want him to. To be honest, you wouldn’t have had a word against him kissing you right away, but you liked the respect he had for you, not something you’ve had plenty of lately. The men you dealt with in the past year were eager to get into your pants without the respect part, only hungry to earn fame through you, trying to blind you with sex so you wouldn’t realize their ugly motives.

This was not a threat when it came to Harry, he was just as famous as you, maybe even more. He had his own career, his own money, his own life apart from yours and he clearly wasn’t trying to use you and it was quite a refreshing change for you.

He stayed and the two of you talked so much, just sharing crazy stories from your life before and after fame, enjoying that you had someone who shared more or less the same background as you. Apart from Florence, you pretty much kept your old friends when your career took off, afraid to make new ones, always feeling a little paranoid that new people would have unholy motives when they try to befriend you.

Though you truly love your friends, they don’t really see behind the life you are living, while Harry completely does. His company is the best you’ve had in a long time, he is able to make you completely forget about everything outside the room you two are in.

You tried your best to hide your disappointment when he left that night. After offering him to stay in one of your guest bedrooms, he politely turned it down, and even though you could tell he wanted to stay, the urge to be a gentleman was greater in him, something you admire him for.

He left with the promise to see you soon on a real date and he got you as excited as a little school girl on the day of a fieldtrip.

However, given the lifestyles you two were living, finding a suitable evening for the both of you turns out to be a bigger struggle than you expected. Harry reaches out right the next day after his little visit. A good morning text waits for you by the time you open your eyes in the noon and by the evening he asks you out, however you have to realize the date has to wait a little.

You have two trip outside the city upcoming in the next two weeks and he is also planning to fly back to London for a while, the trips totally crashing in the timeline, not even having just the smallest window that would fit the both of you.

Accepting the fact that it would have to wait a little longer, you keep in close touch, eager to find the date that would finally be suitable for you and him as well. Endless texts, sweet calls and sneaky FaceTimes scatter through the days you spend apart and you find it hard to think of a time when he wasn’t hitting you up all the time.

On a Thursday evening, after a long day of fittings for upcoming events, you find yourself sitting on your couch with a sweet glass of wine, scrolling through your social media feeds when something catches your eyes.

Harry has been away in Los Angeles in the past few days and he mentioned having an interview the other day, but you didn’t think it would be out so soon, but here it was, a short video clip cut out by some random page that had a rather interesting title.

“Harry Styles talks about next album and mystery girl in his life.”

Your curiosity is way too strong not to click on it and have a look at it, so taking a sip from your wine you tap on the link and let the video load.

“It’s been some time since your last album came out, have you been working on new music lately?” the interviewer asked from behind the camera as Harry sat on a lilac sofa, wearing black high-waisted pants with a pink and white floral printed shirt tugged into it, his suspenders topping the look perfectly. His green eyes are fixed on the person asking him as he nods.

“Yeah, I think I never really stop making new music. I do have sessions when I’m trying to put a new album together, but I also write in the meantime as well, whenever I have an idea or inspiration. I don’t hold back,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

“Have you found any inspiration lately?” the question is heard and Harry nods once again.

“I have, actually,” he answers shortly, but his smirk gives it away that there’s a lot more behind his words and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. Is he talking about you?

“Has it been a person?” the reporter inquires, making Harry’s smile grow wider.

“A lot of things and people inspire me.”

“Alright, and is your latest inspiration something or someone new in your life?” the guy tries again, even though it’s well known that Harry likes to give vague answers instead of straight yeses and nos.

“Kind of new,” he simply answers and the reporter realizes he won’t be sharing more about the topic so he moves on with the next question and the video cuts out right there.

Though it wasn’t mentioned that he was talking about someone in particular, his fans drew the assumption that he is definitely seeing someone who has been his inspiration behind his new music. Feeling bold and a little flirty, you open up your messages and send him a quick text.

“A kind of new inspiration, huh?”

His reply comes almost right away, as always.

“Have you been stalking fanpages about me?”

“Would it be weird?”

“From you? It’s flattering. Little scary, but in a good way.”

You can’t help but chuckle reading his words. He never fails to make you laugh, you find his humor your favorite kind, never hurtful, but a little spicy, if you could say that, a lot of irony laced into it.

“Back to the topic: what’s your inspiration? Or should I ask… who is your inspiration?”

“Not gonna beat around the bush and just admit it…”

You wait and wait… and wait, but nothing comes afterwards and you are dying to have him admit that it’s been you, but not even the three dots appear at the bottom, so you take the lead again.

“Well, do it. Admit it, Styles!”

The fucker likes your message right away, meaning he has been in the thread all along, waiting for you to write something.

“Alright, but don’t tell anyone, because she is kinda famous and I don’t want the media to find out about it.”

“You have my silence.”

You watch the three dots dance at the bottom, holding your breath while you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to contain your wide grin that’s been plastered across your face this whole time.

When the text finally arrives you snort loudly, almost spilling your wine, laughing so hard you are happy you don’t like in a tiny apartment anymore with paper walls, because your neighbor would have definitely heard your laughter all the way down the hallway.

“It’s Betty White. Fuck, she is all I can think about.”

You need a minute to stop the laughter and type your reply.

“She is hot, gotta give you that.”

“Right?? I hope she is not afraid to date younger guys though.”

“I’m sure she would make an exception for you.”

“I hope so too.”

There’s a short pause, where you just read back his lines, chuckling to yourself some more. He always has a witty comment or comeback, no matter what you’re talking about and not once has he made you laugh madly on a set, at a meeting or just lying in bed before going to sleep.

“Joke aside, would it scare you away if I said I have definitely written about you?”

“Is this another theoretical question? Like the one you asked me on Ellen?”

You smile to yourself thinking back at the conversation the two of you had on the show when he was trying to figure out if you’d be up to give him your number.

“Maybe. So theoretically, would that be weird to you?”

“No,” you write, but quickly send another text. “But you know, it’s just theory. You’d have to tell me for real to find out.”

“Should have saw that coming…”

“Yeah, you really should have,” you muse to yourself, finishing up your glass and you carefully put it to your coffee table before sliding further down on the couch to get back to the conversation with Harry. You see that he hasn’t sent anything after his last one, so you decide to actually answer his question.

“Joke aside from my part, I wouldn’t find it weird. I think it’s flattering.”

“Okay, because I was ready to burn all my notes if you said it would be too much.”

“What if you’d be burning a Grammy worthy song though?”

“Would be a shame. But I would still burn it for you.”

“You are such a flirt…”

“Can’t help it! Or should I not be?”

“I like it. So don’t change.”

“Noted.”

Your little conversation has to come to an end since he is about to go into a meeting, but when you say your goodbyes and decide it’s time to head to bed, you already know a text will be waiting for you when you wake up in the morning.

Days and even weeks go by and you start to have a little too much on your plate. No matter how much you love your job and that it has always been your dream, sometimes you just need a breather. In the past week you’ve been in and out of auditions for a movie they keep top secret, you didn’t even get a script, just a few pages you had to memorize and they’ve been asking for more and more tapes from you with kind of absurd requests, but your agent told you it’s something major, that’s why they are so secretive. However, when they ask you to come in for another reading for the fifth time in seven days and you still don’t know what you are really auditioning for, you are kind of starting to have enough with all your other projects running at the same time. Your days start at six in the morning and rarely end before eleven in the night.

An entire month after the night Harry came over to your place, you kind of lose patience. The frustration that’s been building up inside you just simply bursts when your agent texts you on your way home that you’d have to go in for another casting in the morning for the same mystery movie.

“Have they not seen my face enough?” you snap, hands meeting the wheel as you keep your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry, Hun. I know it’s annoying, but they requested you, that means you are still an option for them.” Mona’s voice comes through the speakers of the car since your phone is connected to it.

“Do they need me to read the whole fucking Bible in front of a camera or what?” you growl.

“I have a good feeling about this last one, alright? And if they still can’t decide after that, we can always just say that we want out.”

“Then I would be labelled as the problematic little princess,” you sigh, knowing well how this industry works. Just one mistake and you can easily end up in a theoretical ditch.

“Just hold on a little longer, okay? I’ll send you the details in email and we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Bye, girl.”

Mona is an angel. She’s been your agent for about five years now, she is the one who gets you into castings, well, at least that’s what she was doing before you managed to reach your breakthrough. She got your name on lists you couldn’t even dare to dream of and she is the reason why you are here today. Now she mostly handles requests for you to go in for castings, creators started to reach out to you a while ago, though Mona still works her magic sometimes to get you into castings that are still out of your league.

By the time you get home, you are desperate to do something. Anything. You’ve been nonstop working these past weeks and you just need to get out of this loop that sucked you in. Before you could even think through what you’re doing, you dial Harry’s number.

He is back in the city, that you know of because he texted even before he got home. You both ditched the idea of having your date today, because you just knew it would be a long day for you, and it’s the truth, it’s past ten, so not quite ideal for a date, but you ran out of fucks to give.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he asks, noticing that you called, which is not what you usually do, or at least not without checking in if he is free to talk.

“Yeah, sorry I called so randomly. Are you busy?” you ask, feeling a little out of breath, even though you definitely didn’t do anything physically hard. You just can’t help but feel anxious since you are about to ask him out on a spontaneous date.

“No, just… packing and all that. What’s up?”

“So you don’t have anything to do right now?” you clear up.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Alright, so then… what do you say we have that date now?”

Even with him always being so blunt and open about how interested he is in you, it still makes you perfect to ask him out. The silence that comes from his side doesn’t necessarily help either and you are already preparing yourself to get rejected.

“You know it’s ten pm, right?” he then asks, a little unsure if you really thought it through.

“I am aware, yes.”

“Don’t you have work in the morning? I know you always start your days so early, I don’t want to be the reason why yo—“

“Harry,” you stop him midsentence. “I do not give a fuck about what I’m doing in the morning,” you bluntly tell him and you can tell he is smiling on the other end of the call. “So the question is still the same. Do you want to have that date now?”

He doesn’t ask anything else, just simply say the following: “I’ll pick you up in thirty.”

“Make it twenty,” you tell him and end the call before he could protest.

Ignoring the adrenaline rush you that just washed over your body you quickly make your way to the bathroom to take the quickest cold shower before putting on some clean clothes. You really don’t want to overdo it, knowing well since it’s so abrupt he wouldn’t be taking you anywhere that would require you look spotless. You choose not to put on any makeup, not just because you don’t have the time, but also because you feel a weird urge to just be bare, be yourself around him. The same goes for your outfit. You put aside all designer clothes and opt for a simple pair of jeans, a black tank top and a bright yellow knitted jumper over it, looking awfully casual, but feeling rather comfortable.

It takes Harry 22 minutes to get to your place, but you choose not to comment on those two extra minutes when you get into his car. Luckily, he isn’t dressed to impress either, wearing a simple pair of jeans with some kind of washed out, vintage printed tee shirt with his Bode Jacket he has worn in his famous SNL episode. His hair looks a little mess and even wet, making you wonder if your call caught him in the middle of a shower or he showered after you agreed to meet up.

“Long time no see,” he smiles at you, his boyish smirk making your heart flutter so easily as he eyes you while you buckle yourself up.

“You had plenty of paparazzi photos to look at in the meantime, Mr. Styles,” you smirk at him teasingly as he starts the car and leaves from in front of your complex.

“My favorite was the ones of you where you were walking out of a restaurant wearing that silk dress and the coat.”

“So you did see pap pictures?” you ask chuckling, you didn’t mean it entirely, but you find it funny that he actually saw pictures of you.

“You know, it’s been hard to avoid you online, especially because I keep liking all your posts so my phone thinks I’m interested in you. Which is true, and I’m not complaining about the content I’ve been seeing about you lately,” he admits chuckling and your eyes wander down to his ring clad fingers on the wheel. Your thoughts take you back to when they were touching you at places you haven’t been touched in a while. How they felt inside you and how desperate he could make you with just his hands.

You force yourself to look away from his hands and focus on the present time before your arousal becomes way too evident.

“Sorry I’m everywhere,” you smirk at him, enjoying the situation maybe a little too much.

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, glancing in your way for a moment, his green eyes meeting your gaze. “I don’t mind it,” he adds and those damn butterflies as quick to act up again in your stomach.

You don’t try to get him to tell where you are headed, wanting it to be a surprise yourself, so you just stare out at the night city as it runs past you, still quite a lot of people walking on the streets even though it’s now nearing eleven.

What you know is that you’re still in Manhattan and it seems like you won’t leave it either. Harry navigates his way through the city easily, he is not even using GPS, something you could never do. No matter how long you’ve been living here, you’ll always get lost in this jungle some call New York City. About fifteen minutes after leaving your complex, Harry parks the car down in a spot he found along the road, and looking out the window you’re trying to figure out where you are, but it doesn’t ring a bell. Seems just like a usual part of the Upper West Side, so now he has you curious about his plans.

“Where did you bring me, Mr. Styles?” you ask him as the two of you meet on the sidewalk and he glances at your with a sly smirk.

“Since you gave me such a short notice about our date, I thought I would show you one of my favorite places in the city and I hope you haven’t it.” “Well, I can assure you I don’t know it, because I have no idea what could be here,” you admit.

Harry nods at you to follow him and you walk side by side until the next corner.

“I think you already know that I’m English,” he starts off, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s pretty evident,” you nod.

“So, in the past decade I haven’t spent as much time in the UK as I wanted, and a few years ago I discovered a little piece of my home in the city.”

Trying to figure out what he meant by that you don’t even realize where you just took a turn to. Harry stops and you snap out of your thoughts, looking up and seeing a charming little street ahead you, looking totally out of place in the city’s fashion. The townhouses all the way down look like they’ve been placed here straight from England, the Tudor style complex is a refreshing change in the fast paced, busy streets of Manhattan.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight in front of you, taking in every tiny detail with your eager eyes as the feeling of being in a fairytale takes over your mind. If only it weren’t for the busy noises of the streets around the micro-neighborhood, you would completely believe that you’ve been magically teleported to England.

“It’s called the Pomander Walk. Always makes me feel like I’m home away from home whenever I miss my family and my hometown.”

Harry starts walking down the narrow pavement that runs between the houses, lined with quite some greenery, something you noticed right away. There are just so many plants and flowers down the street, it’s pretty clear the residents keep them in good care.

You catch up with Harry, eyes still taking in the pleasant contrast Pomander Walk has to offer for any visitors.

“I feel like we are invaders,” you tell him. It looks so secluded, makes you feel like you weren’t even supposed to be here.

“Don’t worry, it’s totally public. The people who live here are pretty nice too. Love it when someone comes around.”

“How did you find this place?”

“A friend told me about it and just came to see it for myself one day,” he tells you as the two of you slowly make your way down the street, slow enough so you could see everything. “There are 61 units and they were built in 1921 by Thomas J. Healy. He originally wanted to build a hotel here, but didn’t have the money to just yet, so he built these instead to make some cash for the hotel. He never got to do that though, died a few years later, so Pomander Walk stayed.” You listen to him, soaking in every word that leaves his lips, finding his oddly specific knowledge about this place quite exciting and… kinda hot. You could listen to him talk about historical facts for days without getting bored.

“The whole complex was renovated in 2009, they restored a bunch of architectural details that lost through the years.”

“Looks fantastic. I wonder what they look like on the inside,” you muse, your eyes wandering over the colorfully painted old school window blinds on most of the townhouses.

Walking down the pavement you realize there’s not a single soul around here, something you don’t get to experience too often in the city.

“It’s not too well-known, right? I don’t see any tourists and all that.”

Harry shakes his head, eyes ahead of him as he hides his hands in his pockets.

“No, ‘s quite hidden, not often listed in sights to be seen in the city. That’s why I like to come here so much.”

“Easy to stay unnoticed,” you add with a smile as your eyes meet his gaze and he nods, returning the smile.

You walk back and forth on the street at least five times, just talking and sharing and laughing, finally falling out of the misery of your everydays. He still amazes you with how good of a company he is, with his broad view of life and many experiences, you can truly connect with him on a level you haven’t been able to reach with anyone in a long time.

It’s way over midnight when you head back to his car, holding hands that happened at a point earlier, but you can’t tell who reached for who. It was kind of mutual, but now you didn’t want to let go of him… ever. You let your fingers play with his S ring on his pinky while he keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand whenever he has the chance. It’s a little disappointing when you have to let go of each other when you climb back into his car and head back home.

“I know this date wasn’t much, but I hope you liked it,” he smiles at you shyly before his eyes snap back at the road ahead of him.

“Shut up, this was literally the best date I’ve had,” you tell him making him chuckle. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

“Now it’s your secret place too. Maybe we’ll run into each other here one day.”

“I’ll definitely come back,” you admit smirking.

The city lights pass by you faster than you want them to, and you arrive to your complex way too early. Well, not according to the time, because it’s way past half past midnight now, but you just don’t want the night to end. However, you know Harry would not come up if you asked. He is way too big of a gentleman and he wouldn’t want to make you miss your appointment in the morning, but you are definitely collecting that kiss he promised a month or so ago.

“Walk me up, will you?” you ask him softly when he parks down in front of your building. He nods and follows you inside without a second thought.

You both know it’s about to happen, the air thickens between you two in the elevator and neither of you can hold back the small smiles on your lips. Harry walks next to you until you reach your front door and you turn to face him, his green eyes already examining your every move.

“I’m happy we finally got to do this,” you tell him, feeling a blush warming your cheeks from the way he looks at you now.

“I’m glad you called. Was starting to think we would never meet again,” he chuckles making you laugh as well. It really did feel like the universe was plotting against you, but you bet it didn’t expect your sudden move tonight.

There’s a longer pause where neither of you knows what to say or do next and your patience is running low, especially when you see him run his tongue over his pink lips. You just can’t wait any longer to taste them.

“Harry,” you breathe out, the frustration and desire at an all-time high now in your system. Never in your life did it take this long for you to get to a kiss with a guy you were clearly interested in and who returned the feeling as well.

“Yeah?”

“Swear to my lost Emmy Award if you don’t kiss me right now I’ll—“

You don’t get to finish, you don’t even know what you’d have said, but it’s all forgotten when Harry kisses you hard, hands cupping your jaw on both sides, angling your head to grant him the best access to your lips. You return the kiss without a second thought, hungrily tugging and pulling on his lips, your tongues meeting in the middle and fuck! He really knows how to make your toes curl with just a kiss. You grab a fistful of his t-shirt at his stomach, pulling him close and the cold touch of his rings on your skin makes you shudder. Everything about him makes your legs turn into jelly and you are willingly offering yourself to him without a doubt.

He pushes you against your front door, one of his hands wanders down to your waist and he gives it a gentle squeeze that makes you open your mouth more for him. You are a mess and so is he. You have no idea how long you make out, but when you eventually pull back, your chest is heaving and your lips feel swollen. Harry pecks your lips two more times before forcing himself to let go of you.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs in a low voice as he starts to back towards the elevator.

“Good night, Harry,” you say a little out of breath. He smirks at you one last time before walking into the elevator and the doors close, officially ending your first date.

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LOWI CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE!! 🥺💞💞💞 u deserve it and so much more!! for the kiss prompt could i get 18 with shinsou ?? 🥺👉👈

TYSM SOFFFF so uh. I’ve been fuckin stupid dkfnskfb my dumbass rlly wrote Shinsou correctly on my master post like a week ago and then still managed to write for Shigaraki instead when it came to the actual piece 😳 so thanks to my handyman brainrot you get two—that’s right, two!—characters for the price of one ur welcome ♥️ I cheated a lil bit so shinsou;s not sitting in the reader’s lap it’s just his head but i think its cute 🥺 also Shiggy’s is like twice as long as ive been trying to write them oops i rlly like the jealous reader premise 👉👈 it’s under the read more bc of that and bc of kiiiinda spoilers? if yall arent caught up to the manga you won’t get it but if u are it’s canonical. Whew that was a lot! Enjoy!

Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

Shinsou

To say that your relationship with Shinsou is new would be an understatement. You’ve been friends for years—ever since the third year of high school when you’d been assigned to him as his support—but you’ve never been particularly close until recently when you’d once again found yourself working on his hero costume and support items.

He’d only asked you out yesterday after nearly two months of tension-filled glances and fleeting touches. Now, the two of you are watching a movie at your mutual friend Kirishima’s apartment, sitting quite awkwardly on a loveseat and pretending like you don’t want to get closer to each other. You haven’t told your friends yet about your new relationship status, but that’s not entirely what’s holding you two back. If anything, it’s run-of-the-mill first date awkwardness (if watching a movie with six of your closest friends around can be considered a date), too afraid to initiate anything.

The movie’s dull; the two of you have pulled out your phones to snark at each other through text, a strategy you’d begun weeks ago after being hushed one too many times by Kaminari because you were talking too loudly. The bright screens probably aren’t all that much better, but you two are in the back anyway; nobody can see it unless they turn away from the TV.

You risk a glance up and end up locking eyes with Shinsou. Your face heats up, heartbeat quickening, as he gives you a charming smile. You watch him glance around the room, unsure at first why he’s doing it until he turns his attention back to you and slowly, silently, moves over across the loveseat into your personal space.

Your legs are touching now, faces so close your nose is nearly brushing his. One of his hands has come to brace against the armrest you’re leaning on, allowing him to stay leaning in.

“Hey,” he says, little more than a whisper and clearly hushed so the others don’t hear.

“Hey yourself,” you respond, earning yourself a low snort.

Instead of vocally responding, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position and then moves his hands to maneuver your legs until you’re no longer curled up against the couch’s backing but sitting like a normal person.

Then he lays down, head resting on your thighs, and turns to face the movie.

You’re grinning uncontrollably. All possible self-conscious thoughts of the others seeing you are dashed from your mind; you like the weight of him in your lap too much.

You spend much of the rest of the movie like that, easily over half an hour. A few minutes in he reaches down to find your hand and bring it to his hair, encouraging you to stroke it. It’s even softer than you’ve imagined in the past, fluffy and thick and genuinely nice to run your hands though. There’s a surge of contentment that rushes through you, and maybe a little bit of pride at the knowledge that you can do this pretty much any time you want now.

By the end of the film, you’re pretty sure Shinsou’s fallen asleep. He gives you the scare of your life, however, when he grabs your arm as you’re trying to pull away. His eyes open, purple irises trained on you.

What happens next you blame on grogginess, him still not quite being awake. He blames it on you; whenever you mention it, he says he saw you and had become consumed with an overwhelming desire to just lean up and kiss you. Whatever the reason, it’s nice for you.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck, tugging you down just as much as he lifts up. It begins soft, kind of sweet, just lips as the two of you melt into each other—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Within moments the two of you morph the kiss from a quick peck after a movie to a very passionate makeout, and frankly you’d be more concerned if they hadn’t interrupted the two of you.

You pull away when you hear Kaminari’s wolf whistle, left sitting on the loveseat with a burning face and your boyfriend in your lap, still half asleep.

Shigaraki

You’re not jealous.

No, you’ve been dating Tomura for months. You can’t be jealous when he’s, well, yours, and has been for quite some time. You’re his first relationship, his first everything, and it’s frankly foolish of you to feel this insecure just because some floozy is simpering at him from across the enormous room where you and the rest of the League are scattered about. It’s not like she really wants him, or even knows him; he’s just the hew big-shot leader and she’s decided being his lover sounds good. Too bad that role’s already taken.

Still, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest—an ache in your heart, a burning lump in your throat—that says now that Tomura is Grand Commander he’ll drop you for someone better.

You don’t realize you’re glaring daggers at the woman until she catches your eye. She has no business looking that smug; the only reason she’s allowed in the room is to give Tomura reports. You’re the one lounging next to him as she approaches; he has your legs over his lap, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing circles on your thigh.

And when she bends down to drop the report on his lap (as if your damn legs aren’t there, you want to scoff) she draws the eyes of every League member except the one she wants, because you’re the one who has Tomura’s attention.

He’s wearing Father, but you’ve long passed being afraid when he looks at you from between those lifeless digits and you can see the expression beneath; those lips tugging down slightly in a pout, brow furrowed, eyes far softer than they have any damn business being while hiding behind the severed hand of his old man. He’s concerned, and a little confused.

Tomura plucks the report from your legs and sets it aside, reaching to pull you fully into his lap. To your surprise he takes Father off, too; he buries his face into your neck to prevent the outsider from seeing, lips just brushing your ear so that you can hear him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since the secretary came in, brat.”

Like hell you’re saying anything in front of her. You remain stubbornly silent.

He doesn’t like that, you can tell, but while the secretary’s interest is lost on him he knows you well enough to tell that you’re uncomfortable with her. Presumably that’s why he doesn’t press the issue and kisses you instead.

You don’t expect it. Tomura’s not exactly one to shy away from PDA (you’re sitting in his lap in front of the whole League, for fuck’s sake), but intimacy is something he’s never wanted to take beyond closed doors. When he’s in a sour mood you’ll kiss him sometimes, even in public (he’s invigorated by your affection in many way, but never anything you’d call heated.

This kiss, though, is. It’s anything but chaste, perhaps even downright lewd. He’s all but initiating a makeout with you while Miss Secretary is standing right there. Maybe his affection-motivated ways are rubbing off on you, but it helps more than it probably ought to.

You’re dazed by the time he pulls away. The sound of the door slamming closed snaps you from your trance. The secretary, ploy foiled simply by your annoyed expression, had left. It doesn’t matter. None of this was ever really about her in the first place.

“There,” Tomura says, audibly quite pleased with himself. “She’s gone. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh, leaning in to tuck your own head into his shoulder. Your voice is muffled when you speak, quiet so that only he can hear.

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s bothering you,” he says simply. There’s an underlying statement there: tell me so I can destroy it for you. In many ways, Tomura is a predictable man.

You know he’s not going to drop it, so you accept your fate. “She was making a pass at you.”

He tenses beneath you, holding you closer. You risk lifting your head from where it’s buried to see the way his nose is scrunched up. “She wasn’t.”

“Yeah, she was.”

There’s a pause, like he’s processing everything you’re saying. Then, seemingly finally registering what exactly is bothering you, his hands move to grip your hips and maneuver you to straddle him, sitting fully on his lap facing him. “Fine. Why’re you pissed about it, then?”

You lean in again, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his chest and try to ignore the tears that are coming. You’d never be able to live it down if any of the others saw you crying over the fucking secretary.

But you know more than anyone thanks to many late nights assuring your boyfriend he’s the only one for you that Tomura can empathize with this insecurity. It’s a little strange how the script has flipped.

“She’s a high ranking MLA member, she probably has some crazy strong quirk. I’m quirkless. I dunno. I guess I’m scared you’ll drop me for someone like her. Like I said, it’s dumb.”

He doesn’t speak for a moment. You sit there, listening to his heartbeat and matching your breathing to his. Then he speaks.

“Your emotions aren’t dumb. It’s okay that you’re feeling this way. Thank you for telling me.” He’s parroting you, you realize; this is what you tell him every time he comes to you for comfort when he’s gotten in a mood. You feel a little fuzzy, warmth flooding your chest. “But I think we both know they’re irrational.”

“Tomura… I—”

“I’m not interested in some lame-ass NPC,” he interrupts, no hesitation and entirely sincere. He doesn’t even need to think about it. “You’re my player two, my endgame. The only thing in this world worth protecting. You really think that secretary can hold a candle to you? I didn’t even notice her. Why would I when you’re here?”

You can’t help it, you surge upward and kiss him, just as passionately as he had you mere moments before. His right hand traces up your spine to find the back of your neck and pull you closer, sending a thrill through your body as your own arms tighten around him.

“Oi! Horndogs! Get a damn room, don’t make us see that!”

You break away at Dabi’s words, panting slightly, and if the sincerity of Tomura’s little rant hadn’t convinced you that his words were true, the look of utter adoration he’s regarding you with would have.

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[mindofharry]

in which you’re acting in olivia’s wilde’s new movie and harry happens to be a big fan.

SO EXCITED FOR YALL TO READ THIS!!! :D feedback is welcome as always <3

fluff!!!! and just a lot of stuff about hollywood and the industry etc!!

You remember being eighteen and getting your first acting job on a big series. The most popular series on netflix at the time. You were so young and so new but you couldn’t let this offer go, so you took it and it was the best decision you ever made. It started you career and you ended with a job you love and are so very passionate about.

Soon enough the show decided that they would do one final season, you were 20 and had only done two movies since then. They were good movies but there was nothing much to them, you were just the best friend in them and nothing more.

When the job the series ended your agents were looking high and low for auditions and ideas etc. Everything was going pretty well, you had secured a place on a movie (again only a best friend) and you were pretty confident with what the future was going to hold. Doing that movie, that you thought you would only be a side character - was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You were praised for your role in the drama, and ended wining awards you never could even dream about. You also picked up a lot of lifelong friends.

Things were going so well. You had auditions and managers wanting you from every corner of the states, directors and producers calling up your agents. You felt as if nothing could stop you or get in your way.

Then COVID struck.

You were so grateful that you had a roof over your head and friends living with you in such a depressing and emotional time, but you couldn’t help but be upset. You were so excited for your career to finally take off and for you to get properly working.

But you just had to make do with what you had. You were in lots of lives on instagrams and still did lots of press for you latest movie and tv series. Although it was basically just the same questions, but you had something to keep you busy.

***

“Now don’t get too excited, but i got you an audition for a movie olivia wilde is directing” Alexia, your agent and bestfriend said over the phone. You grabbed your other friend, Danny, arm grinning at his confused expression.

“I love you so much, y’know that” you say listening to laugh alexia let out.

“I said don’t get too excited, but i think you’ve got this. just do your usual set up and clean face and hair out of your face ok?”

You nod and then answer back with a quick yes and a goodbye before hanging up and squealing. “i’ve got an audition for an olivia wilde movie” you yell making danny stand up and bring you into a hug.

“Fuck yes!” he yelled and then suddenly he stopped looking you dead in the eye. “This is the first time i’ll see you in your zone, Ms Emmy award winning actress” he teased making you hit him with a soft smile.

“You’re gonna have to help me dan, like read my script out when i get it. And help me set up lighting and shit”

“Sounds important, you sure you don’t want sara to help you with that?” he asked referring to his sister, and your partner in crime. You had all been friends since middle school all living in the same neighbourhood and going to the same school.

You were together through everything.

When sara got denied from her top college, when danny came out as bisexual, when your mom had died. Of course you had fights, like every friend. But you always came back to eachother. Sara and danny stayed with you when you were done with acting, when your mom had died very suddenly, when your dad lost contact with you and your brother. They were really the best friends you could ever ask for. You were so grateful.

“Should be ok, will probably need sara’s opinion seen as shes a film major. But it’s pretty easy stuff dan” you insisted picking up your laptop from the couch and opening it up.

Danny nodded and sat beside you placing an around your shoulder.

“i think you’ll get it. don’t know what it’s about, but you’re definitely fit for an olivia wilde movie”

You grin at him and open up your email to see alexia has sent you some lines to record.

“i’m going to go over these a bit, but i’ll let you know when i need you”

***

Danny and sara helped you with the audition tape and calmed your nerves and frustrations. Usually your anxiety is high when waiting for a call back, but now with covid and not getting the work you want it’s beginning to get a little worse. But you had your best friends there to guide you through it.

Weeks went on and no news came and honestly you forgot all about it moving onto different projects and stuff for 2022.

Then you got a call.

“y/n. you got the part”

And with that, you, danny and sara celebrated. You were beyond grateful and couldn’t believe you had gotten work — let alone with olivia wilde.

A bottle of wine and chinese takeout was the best you guys were going to get, but you didn’t complain one bit. Love island was on in the background while danny painted your nails and sara did your hair. “I can’t believe i’m going to be working along side olivia fucking wilde” you squealed making danny laugh and sara pull your hair. You yelped. “Olivia wilde gets to work along side Y/N fucking L/N” she corrected earning a couple of laughs out of you and danny. You guys celebrated anything and everything, it was like your tradition.

Danny got a haircut - celebration. sara finished editing that video that she had in the background for a good morning - celebration. you finally getting rid of those horrible earrings - celebration.

it was also an excuse to order unhealthy amounts of takeout.

“y’know i feel good about this”

Danny nodded putting the nail polish on the coffee table. “i can see that. look more confident” he added sara agreeing with him.

“just don’t forget about us when you get to go to the met gala. you’ve already done one hit movie, let’s hope this this another”

***

The script you received was absolutely amazing.

you couldn’t explain it, how it made you feel. You just couldn’t wait to play this character - although it was very different to your last character, you still felt so connected to it. A thriller was something you could never see yourself in, even now you have a hard time believing you’re going to be in one. And the amount of sex scenes thats in it, it did get you a little excited, albeit you were a tiny bit nervous.

“Harry styles” Alexia said over zoom, you grinned and danced around your sitting room.

“What are you dancing about?” danny asked putting the groceries on the counter.

“i’m gonna be having pretend sex with harry fucking styles!” you yelled making alexia cackle and danny dance around the room with you. “this is definitely something to celebrate. i’ll get the wine!” danny said dancing his way to the kitchen.

“well i’m glad you’re not shy. Olivia said harrys quite nervous about it all. obviously he was in dunkirk, but this is his first proper movie” she said making you nod “i know you’ll make him feel comfortable, but you are so confident so please don’t scare him off” alexia teased making you pout.

“i can’t help it. but i’ll make him a gift basket or something” you shrugged and alexia smiled.

“this is why i love you”

“ok so, harry styles, olivia wilde and y/n l/n in one movie?” sara asked making you smile as danny cheered. “my baby is making me so proud” sara cried dragging you up off the floor and spinning you around. you giggled and poured.

“i love you guys so much, y’know that?” you say putting an arm around both of their shoulders.

“eh, we love you too” sara said shrugging her shoulders.

“eh? shut the fuck up. say you love me like you mean it” you say tickling them. “ok! we love you, so much” danny yelled making you stop and put your hands on your hips.

“good to know”

And so the days went by you video chatting with olivia and the other producers. Making sure to check in with everyone as well. Olivia was the sweetest person ever, she called to just talk or to go over any queries or notes you had. She was honestly such a genuine person and you were glad you got to work with someone so kind.

Today was the day you would be meeting some of the cast and producers etc. You hadn’t really seen anyone other than alexis, sara and danny so you were excited.

You’re an outgoing, extroverted person so covid really hit you hard. You get bored easily too, so you really needed this lunch.

Deciding to dress up a little, you put on your favourite flare jeans and white tank top. You tucked it in and placed your red cardigan over it. And obviously your go to shoes were your white converse — your feet haven’t grown since high school, so you call these converse your lucky converse since you’ve worn them at every event. even at a red carpet!

Placing your hair in a braid, you did some natural looking makeup and then placed your rings on your fingers. “I’m going now, sara!” you called out only earning a groan — she had been working late last night so there was no seeing her until at least 2:30.

Danny was out on a hike clearing his energy or some shit he read online.

You were a bit nervous to drive there as you had only gotten your license recently, usually sara insists on driving everyone apparently it’s therapeutic, you’re in actual hell while driving. luckily the restaurant is only 10 minutes drive, so hopefully you make it there alive. you didn’t know how many people would be there, with covid and all you didn’t really know what to expect. You knew olivia would be there, and probably harry too. Which weirdly enough you weren’t too nervous about.

you had made a post on instagram about being excited to work with olivia and harry and the many other amazing people - and the harry fans of course went crazy. But overall everyone took the news really well.

When you arrived at the restaurant there were a few paps, probably there for harry and not expecting you. You’re a new popular actress, so this would make the paparazzi a lot of money. Once word got out that Y/N L/N and harry styles were having lunch together it would probably end it mayhem.

“y/n! over here!” a voice called out as you walked into the restaurant.

You smiled as you saw olivia wave at you. “ah! i’m so sorry i’m late” you say and olivia shook her head bringing you into a hug. “don’t worry about it! we’ve ordered some drinks, got you a coke” she said.

“i’m harry” a deep voice said from behind you, making you look around and see - harry fucking styles - introducing himself to you.

“i know who you are!” you giggled pulling him into a hug, which he obviously didn’t expect, but took it anyways. “i’m y/n” you say pulling back and sitting down infront him crossing your legs.

“i know who you are too” he blushed making you laugh again.

“you’re vegan, right?” you asked and he nodded “yeah, have been for a while. trying hard to stay somewhat healthy over quarantine” he said sipping on his water.

“well, i get a takeout probably two times a week and haven’t been to a gym in, i’d say 5 years”

Harry laughed loudly, making you laugh too. Olivia and the producers gave each other knowing smiles. They really hit the jackpot with this one.

***

“that wasn’t as bad as i thought” you mumbled as you got your first covid test done. It was very uncomfortable to say the least, but it didn’t hurt and you didn’t pass out so that was a plus.

you were going to start working next thursday, if everything goes to plan. If someone has covid then they obviously have to push it back.

You were so excited to get to work, it wouldn’t be like any other set you’d worked on. But you had a feeling it was going to be one you’ll remember forever.

“how was it?” danny asked as you got back in the car.

“better than expected. uncomfortable, but ok” you mumbled sitting back in the seat. Danny noticed how tired you were so he turned off the music and put down your window a little and let you sleep the whole journey home. You had been at all hours going over your script. This is what happened with you last role, and it was just the way you worked.

By the time you go on set you had everyone’s lines memorised.

The days went by slowly. It was actually quite painful. But your covid results came and you were negative and so was everyone else on the set and in your household. So you could finally get into work.

You were driven to work on thursday by a very nice man called john. He talked non stop, but it was nice to get to talk to some other than sara, danny and your agents.

“Have a good day john” you called out stepping out of the car your new pink mask adorning your face.

you had to get bangs the other day — you never heard the fucking end of it off of danny and sara. you had bangs in high school, along with some really badly done piercings and you told yourself never again. Of course the bangs looked good, they were amazing and you actually suited them this time. But that didn’t stop sara taking out all of the pictures of your freshman year and making you do a side by side for her instagram.

“you look tired” a voice called making you turn around a stick up the middle finger. You recognised the voice immediately, harry styles. He laughed coming beside you in his white vote shirt and tracksuit bottoms.

“i have to go and get my tattooes covered now” you sighed placing your phone in your tote bag, harry nodded “me too, the only time i’ll ever hate getting these tattoos”

“y’know i like them. the tattoos, they suit you” you say opening up the trailer door. harry stopped and smirked “hmm. see you later”

Covering up the tattoos didn’t take as long as you thought. The makeup and hair took a good hour and was painful with the mask - you did nearly pass out from the heat, but luckily harry stopped by with a cup of tea just in time.

God.

That man was something else. Seen as he’s never properly done this before, you thought he’d be full of first day jitters. But no, he’s going trailer to trailer, with tea’s and coffees.

“you nearly ready? we have our first scene soon” harry said leaning against the trailer door. All of you were practically ordered to wear a coat to cover the clothes as some paps had been spotted. It was a rather cold day so it didn’t make a difference to you.

“eager?”

He nodded holding your hand helping you down the steps of the trailer — heels were a real bitch you decided.

“paps and heel are assholes” you say making harry laugh. “you can say that again” he said dropping your hand and walking beside you.

You wanted him to hold your hand.

“don’t worry, i’ll go easy on you” you tease getting a pinch in return.

“more like the other way”

“yeah, christopher nolan movie ey? proper actor”

Harry rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face placing an arm around your shoulder.

“come on, wife.”

***

The days were long and some days were hard. But harry made everything so much better. Hugging you when you needed it, joking when you needed a laugh. There was paparazzi pictures of harry speaking and you laughing - which was a horrible cackle that made harry laugh. The fans were going crazy for you guys, and you were both asked constantly on whether there could be something more going on with you two.

“Another headline, H”

Harry shook his head with a small smile, placing the chinese onto the plate.

“your first drama headline, i’m so proud” Danny said placing an arm around you. Danny, sara you and now harry had decided to celebrate the first two weeks of filming and now apparently your first drama headline. Something about harry joining in all your tradition and not complaining about the awful food or very obnoxious and rude chats that go in, makes you soft and weirdly enough besotted.

“oh shut up, i’ll tell the paps that i’m dating you again. they’ll never leave you alone” you warn and danny backed off.

“again?” harry asked laughing slightly and passing you the plate full of food.

“everytime danny’s mean to me i tell the paps that we’re dating, even told one i was pregnant and that he didn’t want the baby”

“fuck off. remind me to never get on your badside” harry cackled sitting down beside you his food on the coffee table and his wine in the other. He had, had a good few drinks before hand too — he said “it’s my cheat night”.

Soon enough danny and sara went off to bed, not before danny teased you about how in love you and harry are. “oi! fuck off” harry yelled making danny squeal.

“please chase after me, daddy” danny said running down the hall.

“don’t humour him” you giggled sipping out of your wine glass.

“i’m in love with your friends” he said pausing to take a big gulp of his wine. “they’re just so genuine” he finished leaning back and placing a pillow on his lap. you nodded in agreement.

“we’ve been friends for years, before any of us were like somewhat famous”

“y’know i’ve seen your first movie about 100 hundred times” harry admitted making you flush. “shut up. you’re talking out of your ass” you say taking his wine glass away and pausing netflix.

“i’m serious. had a proper crush on you too” he laughed shaking his head.

“i don’t know if you remember, but i think it was a teens choice awards. and you had gone on stage to get an award and i helped you up the stairs thinking you had heels on” he said and you remember it vividly now.

“oh shit yeah! no, i wore my lucky converse. they’re pretty cool too”

“i think youre pretty” harry whispered moving closer to you. you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from squealing.

“hmmm. ok mr styles”

Before you could come up with another joke harry placed his lips on yours. You didn’t even hesitate in kissing him back, your hands flying to his hair. He moaned at the feeling of you tugging on it.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that for” harry said slightly out of breath.

“don’t worry, darling” you paused.

“me too”

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