#I snagged the title from my friend lmao

[shouty-y]

A dip in the lake

#my art #ac valhalla #ac odyssey #kassandra of sparta #eivor varinsdóttir #kasseivor #assassins creed odyssey #assassins creed valhalla #study #sort of with a certain twist 😜 #hope you'll like it #I spent way too long on this omg #wanted to add tattoos for eivor but it ended up looking weird sorry 😔 #I snagged the title from my friend lmao

[vampiremillk]

ROWDY 'N' RUFF !

JONESY SINCLAIR HEADCANONS

BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . just some cute and silly scenarios that ramble in my head all day long about the babygirl, jonesy ! i'm from louisiana myself and really enjoyed slipping some state traits into these ! ( also, i TOTALLY got my title from the powerpuff girls lmao ! the rowdyruff boys always reminded me of the sinclair bros a little bit so i thought it was something clever to do 😭 )

• y’know what they say: a dog truly is a man’s best friend. the loyalty she has for the triple trouble sinclairs is unbreakable, and such a quote is especially devoted towards vincent. he discovered her hours after her previous owners had thrown her aside to stray the streets and swampish woodlands of southern louisiana when evacuating for one of few hurricanes that would occasionally and annually hit the area. there was no longer any room for her to fit inside the truck when they pulled off and left her to fend for herself, but vince, however, had more than enough room inside his.

• ever since, she’s been both a joy and a handful.

• vincent likes to awaken during sunrise and begin his laborious daybreak with his sculptures, leaving jonesy to rest until she was ready to get up herself. everyone else in the house, though, lounged about until afternoon came around, and even then, vince would still be occupied within the basement. there are times when she will softly push open bo’s bedroom door with her paw, climb atop his mattress and bark almost nonstop in order to wake him up, demanding she go out for her daily walk. whenever bo is lazy or unresponsive, which 9 times out of 10, he is, she’ll always go to lester instead, who generally gives her the answer “yes” to just about anything. bo often scolds lester for being the main one to spoil her so much, but she was just so sweet, he couldn't help it.

• walking her isn't the easiest thing in the world, either. lester can never control the sheer amount of excitement she receives from being outside as soon as she begins tugging against the leash. she takes him for a walk instead.

• if vincent has been down in the basement all day, once he finally exits, he receives a sudden and loving greeting that involves jonesy tackling him right to the ground.

• drools. a lot.

• bo has stepped in her waste before, thankfully not barefoot. vincent and lester were gifted an endless earful that day. he didn't even realize that he did so at first, waltzing from downstairs and into the kitchen, but a vivid stench causes his nose to scrunch and his head to swivel only to view the several patches of light brown ooze that were smeared upon the floor in a footstep pattern. bo closed his eyes and fed his lungs a deep intake of breath, preparing himself for a terrible realization. slowly looking down after raising his left ankle and flipping his shoe to look at the bottom, sure enough, he was, quite literally, in some deep shit. "oh you motherfuckers are in for it now! who the hell forgot t'take the damn dog outside?! i bet'cha she pissed somewhere in the house, too!"

• when lester began to prepare a fried shrimp po’ boy, everytime he took his eyes off of his plate to grab a different ingredient, miss mischievous little jonesy used every moment to quickly snag something from it before the roadkill boy turned back around. it took lester several minutes to begin noticing that multiple parts of his sandwich went missing. he scratched his head, brows knitted together by a thick thread of confusion, “i could’a sworn i added my tomat’as already..”

• she loves visitors, specifically when it's other relatives of the family that come around. the sinclair brothers have a few cousins that live in mississippi, those of who will occasionally travel to stop by just to say hello, and they definitely get a much-too-happy hello from her in return.

• vincent can bring her all the chew toys and save all the dinner bones in the world, it doesn't matter. she will still go out of her way to sink her teeth into a nearby pair of boots. whether they belonged to bo, vincent himself or lester, there will always be that one shoe lying around the house littered in holes and teeth markings.

• don’t let the puppy eyes and sugar-charmed jowls have you all the way fooled. she is perfectly capable of being just as vexatious with how the boys will sometimes resort to utilizing her houndly abilities to sniff out runaway victims and howl loud enough to unveil their hiding positions if she happens to come across such. bo is often one of the three culprits to bring her alongside him during his human hunts, rewarding her with a brief series of pats atop the head after she successfully tracks one of them down. “atta fuckin’ girl.”

• trained to do so by vincent, whenever he lets her stay down inside the basement with him, she’s able to clearly recognize certain hand signals conjured by the slow curve of his fingers, and she’ll quickly go and fetch whatever utensil he needs to finalize his work. it’ll be polished in a glossy glaze of mutt slobber, of course, but he simply wipes it off on his apron before putting it to use.

• “what the hell’re you doin’, man? you can't give ‘er that!” lester watches with pure worry as bo pours a can of beer into jonesy’s bowl, which she immediately begins lapping up as if it were the greatest thing she’s ever tasted. little does lester know, it wasn't the first time.

• she loves going on truck rides with all three of her fatherly figures. with bo, she always sat inside the passenger's seat, sticking her head out the window. with lester, she got the thrilling privilege of settling on top of his truck’s trunk bed. with vincent, it was the passenger’s side as well, but sometimes she'd get so excited by his presence that she’d jump right into his lap whilst he was managing the wheel, her body big enough to render him blind of the road in front of him. she’d never move out of the way afterwards, so he'd be forced to adjust his once comfortable position to something completely awkward just to satisfy her position instead. the things people do for love, huh?

• “jonesy, c’mere! you did this, didn’t'cha? ya’ little slut.” bo pointed towards a destroyed couch, the stuffing covering the floors like a blanket of snow. jonesy knows instantly when bo’s voice turns stern that he’s in no mood to play around. she’ll put on a look of guilt and submissively put her head down, confessing to her own deeds, but the puppy-dog eyes work on everyone else but him. “naw, don’t gimme that look. you knew you were gonna be sorry before ya’ even started.”

• lester and jonesy once shared an ice cream cone. no, it wasn’t him putting some into a cup for her to have, but him holding the cone up to her greedy snout and letting her get a few licks in before he took a few licks himself. it wasn't too surprising, considering lester was also the one who would sometimes let jonesy lick a plate clean after dinner just so he didn’t have to wash it afterwards.

©️ VAMPIREMILLK . do not plagiarize, distribute to other sites or translate any of my work without my permission .

#jonesy sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher community #slasher fandom

[hangmanbradshaw]

Steph! For the ao3 wrapped ask: 1, 6, 17, 29? Thank you ❤️ and happy writing! - Mo

Mo!!!! :) Hi! Oooh okay here we go!

How many words have you written this year?

Insane??? Yeah. Started writing in February and that's my full word count on AO3 currently.

6. Favorite title you used

ooooh I think darkest little paradise!! I have a lot of fun picking lyric titles

17. Your favorite character to write this year

I love writing Jake (if you can't tell) lmao. Something about his snarky demeanor and mean smile has captivated me.

29. favorite line/passage you wrote this year

god this is so hard, but this is what came to mind immediately! From IWTBY's Thanksgiving/Long Island chapter.

Bradley grinned and leaned against the railing next to him. They both quieted down, looking out at the waves lapping the shoreline. A cool wind carried off the ocean, but it was a relatively nice day for November with the sun shining bright overhead. He took a deep breath, inhaling the salt air, and tried to picture growing up here, what that must have been like. Everything here felt open, free, like he could actually breathe. It was so different to the suffocating confinement of the Texas plains.

He focused on the warmth of the sun on his skin, the way the breeze blew against his sweater. The faint sound of some old 60s song and Carole’s voice drifted through the screen door. All around him was evidence of warmth, safety, security…home. He felt out of place, like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole, edges a little too jagged to fit without snagging. It was the way he’d always felt when visiting friends’ houses.

He looked over at Bradley, at his stupid fucking jorts he was wearing even in November and the vintage oversized Mets sweatshirt and the damn mustache. He was just him- no shame, no apologies. He could see Carole there, Nick, even Mav, clear evidence of their influence and love, but beyond that, parts that were simply Bradley. The kind of parts that grow and flourish only under the sunlight of an environment that encourages it, planted with care, nurtured, grounded by a strong root system. He was a Bradshaw through and through, and this house was nothing more than a reflection of a mere piece of what that meant. And Jake…well, he was a product of the Texas desert, grown with spines and thorns, bred to survive in the scorching sun and the barren desolation.

#love you friend <3 #asks

[yeyinde]

omg now that i think about it... im really curious about how you choose your titles for your fics! its always so compelling though they're like, one-two words? and sometimes too, the words are ones i dont recognize (and so i have to pull up the dictionary lmao, i swear im learning more english words from you than i did in a class 😂) and i find also they're relating to the fic itself, (somehow? or maybe im just overthinking.) if you dont mind, i wanna hear your thoughts about it!

also, on the topic of slashers... (anon, whoever you are, bless u) who's the first one that got you into the slashers? mine was myers, and then voorhees sealed the deal for me on the rabbit hole of them 😩

have a good one, as always ✨

Ahh, thank you!! I listen to music when I'm writing, and so I often just find a song that either fits the mood or tone I'm going for, or the lyrics are kinda intertwined with the plot/theme, and then snag either a line or the title of the song itself. I'm not nearly as creative as I wish I was when it comes to titles 😅

And same!! I think I've learned more English reading fanfic than I ever did in school, tbh.

I kinda grew up around horror! My dad is a huge horror fan (he introduced me to monsters, and we'd spend hours watching bootlegged copies of Svengoolie, MonsterVision, Creature Feature, Elvira), so I've always been aware of slashers and horror. But I think the actual slasher love started when he let me and my friends watch the TCM remake when we were on a break from school. I just remember thinking, "is Thomas supposed to be this hot, or am I just weird??" And almost immediately I knew I was Doomed.

[silens-oro]

Requiem is such an experience!! And Planet is my favorite off of that album! ugh Planets for me is just such a Kylo Ren/General Hux from Star Wars kind of song, I love it so much. OK Sorry but I'm shifting into super fangirl mode because !!!! SAME! I think it's been around the same time for me too! A friend recommended them to me when I was in 5th grade I think, so around late 2008-ish? I was looking for a song for myspace (lmao) and Bat Country was the first one I heard and they've been my favorite band ever since. You're so lucky you've seen them many times, that is AMAZING! do you have a favorite time you've seen them? I was never allowed to go back in the day and when I finally did in 2013 it kinda sucked because of the people I went with so I'm hoping for another chance soon!

MYSPACE! This is digging up so many memories oh my GOD. I had the deathbat as my profile mouse curser and I thought I was the coolest person alive.

I would like to preface by realizing how ancient I sound by Tumblr standards. I am a fresh 29, but I may as well be 60 with the dates I’m mentioning below. That being said, I can talk about this band until I’m blue in the face. I’ve never met another person who is on the same level so I’m screamin’!!

lmao fun fact: Burn It Down was the FIRST music video I ever watched online and it took HOURS to load because I lived in the country at that point and dial up was actual hell. My mom absolutely freaked out when she saw what they looked like (because our massive Dell desktop WAS in the living room for everyone to snoop at what you were looking at).

I lived in California for a very brief period of time when I was 10 and the only friend I had was my neighbor who was my age so we immediately got along. He was really close with his cousin (she was 18 or 19) but she babysat us together often. ANYWAY she worked at one of the really small diy venues the next town over. Long story short, she dragged us to work with her one afternoon to grab her paycheck or something and they were playing that night. I didn’t get to see them play because I was too young and my parents would’ve 100% murdered the poor girl. BUT I did get to meet them outside while they were smoking lmao. It was the most awkward and weird experience back then because I had no idea who they were (they were so nice but also like “who are these children??”) but I look back on it fondly now.

The first time I got to see them was at Warped in ‘05 from a million feet away because my dad (rightfully so) did not let my 12 year old cantankerous self just waltz into the pits. I had zero fear. I was, admittedly, WAY TOO YOUNG to have been there, but it was an experience.

I think my favorite show was seeing them on the Taste of Chaos tour in ‘08. The lineup was bonkers. If I remember correctly it was A7X headlining with Bullet for my Valentine, Atreyu, Blessthefall (Craig had JUST left and their bassist had to do all the vocals. I remember that distinctly), and some J-Rock bands that I can’t remember as support. I went with my (still) best friend and it was the last tour I saw them on before the Rev passed the following year. They pretty much played their self titled album from start to finish with a few of the classics thrown in. Very, very fortunate.

I think the last time I saw them was at Mayhem Fest in 2014?? I went alone and was able to snag a front row spot at the barricade when they opened the gates for it and it was absolutely incredible. Hearing Requiem live absolutely obliterated me. I still get chills thinking about it.

So between ‘05 and ‘14 I’ve seen them maybe 7 or 8 times??? I wasn’t a huge fan of The Stage (will definitely need to give it another try) so they kind of fell off my radar for a bit. I’d definitely like to see them again if I get the chance because I’ve never seen a bad set from them in any show I’ve been to.

Honestly, I’ve learned by going with people who either can’t handle it or are just not fun concert people to go with that I prefer to go to certain concerts alone. If you’ve never done it before, I highly recommend!

#ask #long response #mutual 🖤🦇 #a7x #grandma mish strikes again #was this like hearing grandpa tell his war stories? lmao akcjsnskd #I’ve lived 1000 lives lmao

[damerondala]

Suture Up Your Future

i was watching reservoir dogs last night and that scene in the beginning with mr. orange is so intense i wanted to write some bad batch AnGst that mirrors it (and yes, the title is a queens of the stone age song, im really just snatching ideas from everybody huh lol). im also not too knowledgeable about trauma wounds like this and how to patch them up, but i did my best so pls be nice lmao im a sensitive bitch

Pairing: Platonic Bad Batch x Gender Neutral Reader / Platonic Tech x Gender Neutral Reader 

Warnings: adult dialogue, severe wounds and blood loss, wound suturing, sad batch ™ but with a happy ending! yay! 

Word Count: approx. 1.4k 

✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧

“Say it for me, Tech.” You were met with an agonistic cry instead of the words you needed the trooper to say. Not only to reassure himself, but you as well. “Say it,” you nearly screamed while he lay there bleeding out, “You’re going to be okay, fucking say it. You’re going to be okay.” 

“I,” a sharp intake of breath made his chest heave and a new wave of fresh blood come out of his gaping wound, covering your hands in the warm substance, “‘m guh be oh-okay.” 

“There we go, come on Tech, come on buddy breathe for me.” 

~

Nothing was out of the ordinary when you woke up that day. Hunter asked if you wanted to stay on the Marauder while he, Tech, and Crosshair went on a supply run. Hunter sang his reassurances to you, fully knowing you had a point when you reminded him that this planet was not the most welcoming place for outsiders. Especially the army of the Republic. But Hunter made sure they had civilian clothing to disguise themselves; this was the closest planet you all could get to at the moment, with the little fuel you had, after all. “In and out, just like that,” the sergeant cooed with a snap of his fingers to enunciate the last word of his promise. 

Echo, Wrecker, and yourself gave your best wishes to the group, then retreated back to the hull of the beloved ship. Echo toying with a new prosthetic he and Tech had been working on, Wrecker subjecting poor Gonky to yet another workout, and you occupied yourself with some tidying up. Maker knows that five busy soldiers plus one even busier medic, patching up said soldiers on a regular basis, equaled a filthy ship that was in dire need of some elbow grease. 

What none of you had expected however, was the very early return of the three bad batchers, one of them being supported by the other two. Barely able to walk and blood leaking out of his abdomen. 

Panic set in your gut upon the sight. Wrecker and Echo already in front of you, screaming their concerns and questions while you scrambled back into the ship to clear the table that was littered with empty dishes and Tech’s projects, then sprinting to your medkit to snag the supplies you’d need to treat a wound such as this. Returning to the table just as Wrecker set his vod down on the flat surface that, might you add, was much too small for his six-four frame and much too dirty for the situation at hand, but would have to do. Considering the severity of the scene before you. Tech had an enormous gash — you guessed from some sort of large knife — that ran from the bottom of his left ribs all the way to the front of his abdomen, ending just above his bellybutton. 

“Fucking bounty hunters,” Crosshair growled from behind you but you couldn’t afford to pay him any mind, Tech was damn near about to bleed to death if you didn’t act quick. You could curse the people who did this to your friend later. “Echo, he’s going to need more blood. Get Wrecker hooked up to the blood draw.” You ordered while applying pressure to the gash, Tech’s blood slowing at the contact, but still steadily seeping through your fingers. Normally Wrecker would pout about being hooked up to a machine but the sight of his friend dancing with death made him move quicker than any of you had ever seen, ripping his shirt sleeve up so Echo could begin drawing blood. 

The scene felt like a dream. Well, more like a nightmare, one that never stopped no matter how badly you wished you could just wake up and it would all be over. Instead, you were sweating through your shirt, a few tears stained your cheeks, and you were fucking covered in blood; Tech’s blood, to make the matter even more chilling. Everything happened so fast, you desperately wished you had gone on the run instead of Tech. Maybe that way you could all be sitting around this table, playing cards and giggling at Echo and Wrecker’s bickering over who’s cheating by now. 

“What do you need me to do?” Hunter stepped to your side, prepared to do anything in order to save the youngest of the squad. “Get the gauze and alcohol out of my pack.” You threw your head in the direction of the stocked medpack sitting on the table near Tech’s legs. Hunter opened the bottle of antiseptic and handed it to you, Crosshair on the other side of the table taking the gauze from Hunter’s hand. Ready to stuff the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding more until you could properly suture him up. Dumping the alcohol inside the gash caused Tech to gasp, eyebrows furrowing and body going taut at the pain you inflicted on him. You pleaded with him to relax and help you in reassuring himself that he would be fine. Both you and Hunter continuing the verbal comfort while Crosshair unraveled the pristine white gauze and began shoving it into Tech’s side, dying it crimson almost immediately. The pressure from both yours and Crosshair’s hands did a good job at stopping the blood loss, just enough so you could begin really cleaning him up and sewing his abdomen back together. Hunter helped with handing you the needle and thread and you began puncturing Tech’s skin and pulling the thread through the tissue. 

Cries and mumbles of curses came from Tech’s lips, his face paler than any of you had ever seen before. “Shhh…eh..it,” Tech groaned as you diligently worked at his stomach. You silently thanked whatever celestial  power that was out there for slowing down the blood flow to a much more manageable pace. Crosshair’s efforts clearly paid off, you mentally noted, as you watched his steady marksman hands slowly remove the gauze while you advanced with your stitching. 

“Blood transfusion is ready,” Echo suddenly appeared, ready to start replenishing the blood Tech had lost. “Just in time,” you managed a half-smile, not entirely sure of where it came from. But looking back, you think it was out of hope. 

Tech’s glazed eyes silently caught the way your mouth curled up and he was infinitely grateful for it. To him — and the other members of the squad — you were a beacon of light in the cruel and unforgiving war you all were in the midst of. It was easy to let the darkness and the violence consume them, but the second you joined their squad as their senior medic, there was that sudden sense of hope; you were something that made all of it even more worth it. 

The entire procedure of fixing up your friend honestly was a blur for the most part. One second they were dragging Tech’s limp and bloody body up the ramp, the next you all found yourselves slumped into chairs, over crates, hell, you were nearly passed out from exhaustion on the floor next to the table Tech was splayed out on. His wound clean and stitched to near perfection, and Wrecker’s blood slowly being pumped back into his veins, bringing that beautiful, healthy tan back to his features. 

Being so tired led you to neglect the dried blood all over your arms and shirt. In your haze, you remember Wrecker gently grasping your biceps and heaving you off the grimy ground, urging you to wash up and change. When you began to protest, the gentle giant rubbed up and down your arms in an effort to persuade you, “He’ll be fine, kid. You stitched him up real good. Plus, you know how queasy he gets with blood. He’d want you to get cleaned up.” Just as the final syllable left his mouth, you felt the soft cotton of your extra shirt being brushed against your forearm, Crosshair’s arm extended to you from his place on a ration crate with a nod in your direction. A silent way of showing you he agreed with his older brother — we got him, don’t worry. 

Your squad member’s wisdom proved to be true. Stepping out of the fresher in a new shirt sans sweat stains and blood, and your skin nice and clean, you were greeted with the sight of everybody crowding around their youngest vod still laying on the table. Weaseling your way in between Hunter and Echo, you found Tech awake. Albeit less sharp than he usually is, but still awake. Breathing. Fucking alive. The weight of dread that had been crushing your chest was suddenly gone, letting your lungs fully expand for the first time in hours. A soft hand found Tech’s cheek, the tips of your fingers accidentally bumping the edge of his goggles and another smile gracing your face, this one out of relief. 

“Told you you’d be okay.” 

#i know reservoir dogs is like...the ultimate white boy douchebag movie but i still like it #im taking it back from those bitches lol #and this is my first time writing something platonic AND writing angst I hope it's decent lol im more of a fluff and spicy stories kinda gal #my writing #tech fic #bad batch fic #the bad batch tech x reader #the bad batch platonic fic #the bad batch crosshair x reader #the bad batch hunter x reader #the bad batch echo x reader #the bad batch wrecker x reader #the bad batch fanfiction

[hanbintms]

            it  is  eye  ,  kofi  ,  back  on  your  dash  with  my  newest  child  !  as  a  reminder  :  i’m  twenty4  ,  prefer  she / her  or  they / them  pronouns  ,  and  i  reside  in  the  est  timezone  !  the  muse  that  i  have  flowing  for  hanbin  is  truly  unmatched  even  though  i  literally  came  up  with  him  within  like  . . .  three  hours  ,  no  kidding  .  that  being  said  ,  he’s  a  brand  new  muse  and  i  can’t  wait  to  plot  with  everyone  once  again  (  or  for  the  first  time  !  )  i  won’t  talk  your  ears  off  as  i  know  this  intro  might  get  a  little  long  ,  but  aside  from  that  ,  can’t  wait  to  write  hanbin  with  ya’ll  !

            (  SONG  KANG , THIRTY , CIS  MAN , HE / HIM  )  *  hey  ,  i’m  looking  for  the  office  of  HANBIN  KOO  .  they’re  the  EMPLOYEE  /  IN - HOUSE  CHEF  who’s  known  around  the  office  as  THE  EPICURE  ,  if  that  helps  ?  not  to  be  a  gossip  ,  but  i’ve  heard  that  they’re  AFFABLE  but  UNCOUTH  ,  is  that  true  ?  i  also  heard  that  they’re  the  one  who  THREW  ICED  TEA  AT  HIS  EX  IN  THE  LOBBY  .  anyways  ,  here’s  the  coffee  they  ordered  .

statistics.

            name  :  koo  hanbin  .  nicknames  :  han  ,  hannie  ,  hanbinie  ,  +  binnie  .  age  +  date  of  birth  :  thirty  +  january  9th,  1991  .  zodiac  :  capricorn  .  moral  alignment  :  true  neutral  .  gender  +  pronouns  :  cis  man  +  he / him / his .  place  of  birth  :  busan  ,  south  korea  .  place  of  residence  :  west  village  ,  new  york  city  ,  new  york  .  orientation  :  bisexual  biromantic  .  occupation  :  in  house  chef  and  internet  personality  .  nationality  :  korean  (  holds  american  citizenship  )  .  ethnicity  :  korean  .  language(s)  spoken  :  korean  ,  english  ,  conversational  italian  ,  and  conversational  japanese  .

background.

            koo  hanbin’s  life  was  relatively  normal  when  he  was  born  .  his  mom  ,  koo  seonghwa  ,  worked  as  a  nurse  in  the  pediatric  department  of  a  local  hospital  in  busan  while  his  father  ,  koo  kyuchul  ,  was  an  office  worker  .  they  weren’t  the  richest  family  ,  nowhere  near  it  ,  but  the  koo  family  made  it  work  .  hanbin  has  more  memories  of  being  with  his  grandparents  more  often  than  his  parents  simply  because  of  their  demanding  careers ,  but  that’s  not  to  say  that  they  weren’t  loving  and  attentive  parents  when  they  had  time  to  be  with  their  only  son  .  

             however  ,  life  began  to  change  for  him  when  was  six  years  old  .  suddenly  ,  the  money  began  to  dwindle  as  quickly  as  it  was  brought  in  .  the  refrigerator  wasn’t  full  unless  seonghwa’s  mother  would  make  some  things  for  them  ,  and  kyuchul  was  coming  home  later  and  later  .  seonghwa  began  to  work  harder  in  an  attempt  to  break  even  ,  but  she  never  seemed  to  get  her  head  above  water  .  she’d  confront  her  husband  about  the  large  sums  of  money  that  would  disappear  from  their  account  ,  but  he  always  blamed  it  on  higher  bills  ,  raised  rent  ,  or  sudden  payments  that  he  had  to  make  .  it  never  made  any  sense  ,  but  seonghwa  started  a  separate  account  to  ensure  their  son  could  at  least  have  food  on  the  table  and  clothes  for  school  .

            the  next  couple  of  years  go  by  and  the  money  situation  worsens  ,  with  seonghwa  getting  to  her  wits  end  .  she  spends  more  time  with  hanbin  at  her  parents’  place  ,  sleeping  with  her  son  in  her  old  bedroom  and  hoping  he  doesn’t  hear  her  cry  at  night  .  she  struggles  to  understand  why  her  husband  is  keeping  secrets  from  her  ,  especially  as  they’ve  been  married  happily  for  the  last  eleven  years  ,  but  it  takes  some  tough  love  from  her  mother  to  get  seonghwa  to  pick  herself  up  .  so  ,  she  decides  to  confront  her  husband  one  night  when  she  finds  out  his  location  from  one  of  his  co - workers  ,  and  she’s  devastated  .  seonghwa  finds  kyuchul  with  a  younger  woman  ,  gambling  away  her  hard  earned  money  .  like  a  scene  out  of  a  drama  ,  seonghwa  kicks  her  husband  where  the  sun  doesn’t  shine  and  promptly  dragged  the  other  woman  outside  to  wack  her  upside  the  head  with  her  purse  .  seonghwa  was  hurt  ,  but  she  had  finally  gotten  answers  ,  and  she  wasn’t  going  to  be  embarrassed  like  this  ever  again  .

            so  ,  seonghwa  and  hanbin  permanently  move  in  with  her  parents  ,  and  it  takes  some  time  for  seonghwa  to  get  over  kyuchul  .  she  focuses  on  her  child  and  her  job  .  from  the  age  of  ten  ,  hanbin  began  spending  more  time  with  his  grandparents  in  their  small  ,  but  popular  barbecue  meat  restaurant  .  when  he  finishes  his  homework  ,  he  helps  his  grandparents  take  orders  ,  and  he  slowly  begins  to  work  the  kitchen  as  he  gets  older  .  his  grandparents  soon  leave  the  kitchen  work  to  him  as  they  get  up  in  age  ,  and  hanbin  runs  the  kitchen  as  if  he’d  been  doing  it  for  over  twenty  years  .  however  ,  when  he  graduates  from  high  school  ,  hanbin  decides  to  spread  his  wings  .  over  the  last  twelve  years  or  so  ,  hanbin  honed  his  cooking  skills  from  his  grandfather  and  spent  most  of  his  childhood  in  the  kitchen  ,  so  his  grandparents  passed  their  restaurant  down  to  seonghwa’s  brother  ,  and  hanbin  left  for  new  york  .

            eighteen  years  old  and  with  only  enough  money  to  get  a  small  sublet  ,  he  knew  he  needed  to  find  a  job  pronto  .  without  formal  kitchen  training  ,  hanbin  would  often  get  turned  away  from  jobs  (  because  he  was  better  than  a  busboy  !  )  and  eventually  ,  the  fates  was  on  his  side  .  he  forced  his  way  into  the  kitchen  of  a  popular  italian  restaurant  ,  immediately  snagging  the  title  of  junior  chef  .  hanbin  ,  a  fast  learner  with  even  faster  knife  skills  ,  easily  works  his  way  up  the  ranks  within  the  restaurant  .  within  six  years  ,  hanbin  becomes  head  chef  and  is  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with  in  the  kitchen  .  although  his  income  changes  significantly  ,  hanbin  starts  a  youtube  channel  in  hopes  of  sharing  his  love  for  food  and  cooking  .  within  a  year  ,  his  following  grows  substantially  ,  and  he’s  approached  to  broaden  his  efforts  by  working  at  masters  international  .

at masters.

hanbin  has  been  at  masters  for  five  years  .  he  started  working  here  after  his  youtube  channel  expanded  ,  and  he  was  approached  to  create  his  own  cooking  content  for  masters’  youtube  channel  .  

basically  ,  he  has  his  own  version  of  test  kitchen  ,  but  it’s  not  really  the  same  thing  .  he  makes  recipes  for  holidays  ,  celebrations  ,  and  is  constantly  showing  how  to  make  traditional  korean  dishes  (  would  not  be  surprised  if  he  has  a  ‘  cooking  with  my  mom  !  ’  type  series  )  .

gives  food  tips  too  like  which  wines  pair  best  with  certain  foods  or  how  to  make  the  most  out  of  your  first  hosting  gig  .  probably  has  a  video  where  he  shares  his  cooking  playlist  because  he  wants  you  to  get  in  the  mood  😌  .

probably  came  up  with  the  special  lunch  for  Daddy  Masters™  but  gets  ticked  when  he’s  asked  to  cook  it  because  does  that  man  know  a  schedule  ?  probably  not  .  [  ‘  we  were  on  a  break  !  ’  specifically  ,  hanbin2   was  on  his  lunch  break  .  ] 

is  it  true  that  he  threw  an  iced  tea  in  his  ex’s  face  ?  absolutely  ,  and  he  has  no  problem  admitting  it  lmao  .  who  was  said  ex  ?  i  guess  we’ll  never  know  [  this  a  number  one  champion  sound  ]  .

probably  well  received  around  the  office  but  i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  people  disliked  him  .  it  could  be  his  off  putting  persona  or  honestly  the  simple  fact  that  he’s  got  a  lot  of  sass  and  no  ass  .

headcanons.

you  can  read  a  full  list  of  headcanons  HERE  ;  below  is  an  abridged  version  .

has  a  gyeongsang  dialect  from  living  in  busan  ,  and  honestly  . . .  that’s  hot  .  so  ,  when  he  speaks  in  korean  it’s  rather  strong  and  aggressive  /  pitch  is  vastly  different  from  other  parts  of  korea  .  

i  literally  have  no  idea  how  to  explain  his  personality  other  than  by  using  his  moral  alignment  :  true  neutral  .  he’s  kinda  that  guy  who  knows  everything  but  won’t  tell  you  that  he  does  ?  did  he  eavesdrop  ?  maybe  ,  but  he  won’t  tell  you  that  .  he’s  largely  indifferent  to  a  lot  of  what  happens  around  masters  and  maybe  it’s  because  he’s  been  here  for  half  a  decade  ;  he’ll  just  make  sure  you  drink  water  if  you’re  drunk  and  crying  .

a  Dog  Father™  to  a  little  re:  big  goldendoodle  named  duri  .  he  is  most  definitely  judging  you  and  can  often  be  found  sunbathing  in  that  solarium  .  

a  very  simple  man  when  it  comes  to  his  coffee  :  caffè  americano  or  an  espresso  macchiato  please  .  and  don’t  forget  the  butter  croissant  !

mostly  expressionless  . . .  like  i  really  have  no  idea  how  to  explain  how  he  looks  at  people  because  i  feel  that  stoic  is  too  harsh  of  a  word  .  if  you  wanna  know  how  he  feels  though  ,  he  has  extremely  expressive  eyes  .

he  won’t  admit  it  but  he  loves  hosting  .  office  potluck  ?  he’s  your  guy  .  having  a  conference  ?  he’ll  make  your  snacks  .  if  you’re  coming  over  he’ll  make  a  charcuterie  board  and  will  lie  saying  he  made  it  with  some  stuff  he  had  on  hand  (  but  that’s  a  lie  ,  he  went  to  the  grocery  store  and  obsessed  over  it  for  a  solid  three  hours  )  .

finds  joy  in  the  mundane  .  some  people  might  think  he’s  weird  because  he  loves  grocery  shopping  ,  and  heavily  judges  people’s  carts  because  processed  food  ?  yuck  !  he  won’t  say  that  to  your  face  though  he’ll  just  be  like  ‘  are  you  sure  you  wanna  buy  that  ?  ’  and  will  sneakily  replace  your  frozen  pizza  with  pizza  ingredients  hehe  .

that  being  said  don’t  take  him  grocery  shopping  with  you  NFUDNSFDS  .  he  gets  ticked  about  food  waste  ,  and  those  who  don’t  use  reusable  bags  .   probably  has  a  lil  garden  at  his  place  and  composts  !  is  angry  about  people  calling  a  chunk  of  cauliflower  a  steak  (  in  other  words  ,  don’t  to  it  )  !

wanted connections.

DISCLAIMER  :  i  will  not  be  plotting  anything  romantic  with  characters  under  the  age  of  twenty - five  due  to  his  age  !

ONE  TRUE  LOVE  :  this  is  open  to  literally  anyone  ,  preferably  like  ,  28  to  30  but  we  can  talk  details  .  truly  ,  they’re  his  one  true  love  as  the  title  states  ,  and  i  like  to  believe  that  they  were  a  really  happy  couple  who  had  a  meet - cute  .  they  moved  in  together  and  things  were  great  ,  but  they  broke  up  when  they  felt  a  mutual  dissolve  in  their  relationship  .  that  being  said  ,  they’re  good  friends  now  !

BEST  FRIEND  :  who  wouldn’t  love  a  best  friend  .  basically  ,  they  get  along  well  ,  and  they  are  used  to  sung’s  non - verbal  communication  NVJCNXJV  .  it’d  be  really  fun  if  they  had  totally  different  personalities  but  somehow  they  managed  to  click  .  TAKEN  BY  GRIFFIN  OLSON  .

TASTE  TESTER  :  someone  who  he  calls  on  to  often  try  his  food  at  the  office  .  they  possibly  will  appear  in  his  videos  on  masters’  youtube  channel  ,  so  i  think  a  relationship  based  around  food  would  be  really  fun  !  TAKEN  BY  KENNEDY  CRAWFORD  /  SORAYA  HATHAWAY  .

HORN  DOGS  (  DEROGATORY  )  :  i  have  no  other  name  for  this  plot  but  i’m  thinking  two  people  who  cannot  keep  their  hands  off  of  one  another  .  i’m  talking  sneaky  touches  in  the  elevator  ,  secret  hook  ups  in  the  seventh  floor  bathroom  ,  quick  makeouts  and  nearly  getting  caught  .  bonus  points  if  people  around  the  office  don’t  believe  they’re  Banging™  because  their  personalities  are  so  different  .  

CRUSH  :  also  known  as  ,  someone  having  a  crush  on  him  ,  but  he  sees  them  as  a  friend  (  or  even  worse  ,  like  a  younger  sibling  )  .  TAKEN  BY  AYLIN  SAHIN  .

PLATONIC  SOULMATE  :  best  friends  ,  but  make  it  sentimental  .  they  are  thicker  than  thieves  ,  get  on  each  other’s  nerves  ,  but  they  don’t  know  what  they’d  do  without  the  other  .  finish  each  other’s  sentences  (  and  sandwiches  .  sung  will  finish  it  )  and  are  borderline  like  an  old  married  couple  with  the  way  they  act  .

that’s  all  i  got  now  but  i’ve  reblogged  some  posts  that  can  be  found  HERE  and  i’m  down  to  fill  any  wcs  that  you  may  have  as  well  !

#masters.intro #this is really long MVJCNXVC sorry ya'll

[jcfoxington]

@sambambucky​ : “pls... Pastels, Peaches and Pain??? among us first draft??? marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts (it’s not an au!?!??!)

hi jo !!! Pastels, Peaches, and Pain is one of those sambucky wips i have mostly fully fleshed out in my head because of one (1) extreme moment of clarity after a rogue ‘what if’ tangent thought but havent written anything of yet out of restraint / knowing i need to finish at least one of my current sambucky wips before i start it or none of them will get done

this was the rogue tangent thought: “what if Sam is haunted by Figaro’s ghost and has been since he was a kid?”. i’ve changed the ghost cat to not be Figaro but that’s the premise !

i refer to the fic as the cat fic ‘cause the whole plot is based around sam’s ghost cat companion insisting he adopts nat’s cat Liho after endgame and then Figaro later and then [insert redacted because plot spoilers but just know it relates to Alpine]. no im not projecting my feelings about cats idk what youre talking about 

here’s some note snippets just for you:

the cat, inexplicably, takes a liking to bucky, which is really annoying bc sam doesnt know how to explain to him that all the oddly soft gusts of wind are actually sam's dead cat insisting on getting pats

bucky getting shade thrown at him by said ghost cat during all of tfatws + them making up (and not out. yet)

starts when sam's a kid & follows him as he grows up w/ a ghost kitty as a companion only he can see & interact with + angst with an undertone of comedy + getting together

he whispers to ghost kitty, who simply mmrrs happily

for the among us first draft thing, what basically happened is i saw this tweet and this video and my brain latched onto these dynamics so hard i had to write about them. 

here’s a sketch of my two main imposters, Black (left) and Cyan (right):

and here’s a snippet:

The thing having Cyan pause and stare out at the asteroid field is how the colors stretch to family. When they and Black came aboard, they had thought every crewmember was an adult working on the planet-change project. That the patch of off-white with a black something-pattern-or-shape signified status. In a way, Cyan supposes it does, but just not the way they expected. They had expected it to show what rank an individual held within the hierarchy of the crew, from deckhand to division leader to captain, not to show that you're family of the crew and not actually part of the crew itself. 

There are innocents on this ship. Children. It was not something any of them had anticipated, and not something Cyan had been prepared to deal with. They and Black boarded this horrible place to eradicate a threat, believing each and single one of the humans were accomplishes and dedicated to the goal of destroying Cyan and Black's species, and their planet. But, now?

marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts... doesn’t have a wip title or seperate document for itself yet cause it’s been stuck in my ‘story ideas’ document since its creation. so ‘marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts’ is literally just me describing the vibe of an original world gjkerfkds

the world came to be for two reasons. firstly, i want to do make take on a superhero universe because the plot and complete lack of communication in both the dcu and mcu piss me the fuck off. secondly, needed a place to dump ocs with elaborate backstories or fantasy / sci-fi abilities that dont fit into any of my existing worlds

which sounds super competent but trust me, it isn’t. it didn’t gain any solidity at all until i decided to do a personal ‘how different can i make spn castiel look & still retain the same vibe?’ challenge. i have my own cas now

however, the reason i said ‘marvel meets...’ is because i’ve snagged a couple of different things from the mcu, most notably: enemies to reluctant coworkers to lovers, yes our best friend have the same name. no they’re not the same person, secret evil org is controlling the government, and the assassin that tried to kill you several times is now your best friend

warframe was added to the world because i got attached to my Volt build, gave them a name, and have some headcanons idk what to do with because i refuse to interact with that fandom. also because the friend i made through discussing warframe lore + plot dicked me over so it feels Bad to create for

the glue to this whole mess is that one “in every friend group there’s a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, a she/they, a he/they, a himbo, an astrology bitch, a short king, and a token straight” tumblr post. my main group of superheroes ala the avengers consist of these people. the token straight is the only one i havent figured out who is yet

ever since i figured that out ive been throwing story / character ideas and weirdly specific aesthetics from popular tumblr posts into this world’s notes. here’s some examples:

sword grandmas

that trope where someone’s really nice and acts super well-adjusted to society but then they do something super whack and dangerous and you realize ‘oh they’re secretly a little bit insane, actually’

anti-gay group’s leader’s wife leaves him for another woman

superhero who swore to be the best hero [city / planet / solar system / continent / ????] has ever seen ever since he lost his wife. not because she’s dead but divorce just sucks & the hero-to-be is terrible at coping

dishevelled swamp witch

that one person who runs around with an amulet all the time & isn’t aware it’s cursed

an exasperated, tired superhuman assassin running after their husband and their husband's best friend. their husband and said husband's best friend both have wings. chaos ensues (yes, this one is a sambucky post)

ask me about my WIPs!

BONUS:

@sambambucky​​ : #i want to have a coffee and listen to synopses of all of these.... #i miss the discord wow #WRITING TAG #waitttt time jumping dream movie? lmao I'VE READ THIS LIST FORTY TIMES and every time i rediscover something i wanna know about #outfit doodlesss ugh i need to go

couldnt not respond to your tags because they make me go ghrkjfnerknf but in the good way. we miss you too jo !!

the time jumping dream movie was one of the first vivid dreams i had and the whole thing was so stupidly coherent and whacky i had to write it down. it grew plot, a queer love dynamic, weird sci-fi apocalypse elements, anti-military propaganda, questionable science, and a sequel while i wasnt looking and now i just. have to make it a real movie or i’ll combust

outfit djoodlles.png is only on there because my best friend sent me a ‘draw this outfit’ meme and space kitty, my current character brainrot, stole all the outfits for himself. otherwise, that file just sits there until im feeling like designing an outfit or wanna see how a stupid thing looks on my oc patrick

here’s one of the two poses-to-doodle-outfits-on of space kitty ive made so far:

and here’s one of those stupid things on patrick (that then turned into an actual outfit of his because i have no self control):

#.jax speaks #.my art #.my writing #tysm for the interest jo !!! #if you have literally any questions or if youre serious about the synposes thing... #i love rambling abt my stupid brain people #i WILL answer all your questions #even if the answer is 'good question! ive got no clue' #.patrick mortensen #.space kitty #.pastels peaches and pain #.the among us thing #.marvels meets warframe meets tumblr posts #.time jumping dream movie

[senor-cummies]

I request that you ignore how cringe the first part of this is lmao i wrote it like 2yrs ago. Happy post a wip Saturday! this is for my wip 'to covet anonymity' which is the prince!link/bounty hunter! revalink au, or, as my horrible disgusting friend mike likes to call it 'the revalink mandalorian au'

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The sound of thundering hooves still echoed in the forefront of his mind. It soaked him in a fear that was completely alien to him. The fear of being caught. The fear that, despite his efforts, he’d fail. That he’d be taken away from the confines of his safehouse and thrown in a jail cell, or worse, into the bed of the person he was meant to marry four days ago. The fear swamped him, overwhelmed all of his senses until he knew nothing but it. Until he was lost in a thick fog of immeasurable consternation with no means of escape.

He was drowning in it, a thick, viscous, never-ending ocean of horror that permeated his tight-wound barrier. A constant pounding, taunting, sense of vehement trepidation that struck him with a force that rivaled a title wave. The salty winds off the Akkala Dead Sea, running through his hair even at this low point on the Ulria Grotto where he was seeking refuge, carried with them the twinge of dismay, each rise and set of the autumn sun that brought him closer and closer to his judgment day.

To the inevitable.

Overstimulating anxiety pounding against his skull, screaming for any way to escape besides red hot tears and muffled screams into his bedroll. He willed for sleep to take him, to succumb to something other than existential dread, for a break from perpetual suffering even if only for a moment. And all he got in return was the sound of cool wind and rushing water.

No rest, no sleep, no freedom, just crickets, and owls. Deer in the distance, mysterious rustling that made him go reaching for the broadsword sheathed at his bedside.

He’d never get any sleep at this point, any attempt to do so was worthless. He had to head to the stable up the coast in the morning anyway and, given by the moon, he only had a few hours of night left till sunrise. He’d just hoped, wished, he might be able to sleep. Link hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, even a bad night’s sleep dammit, since before this whole engagement nonsense. Maybe, if he was willful and believed hard enough, he could manage to milk even 30 minutes.

With a deep breath, he settled into his bedroll, holding his blanket tight to his body, before shutting his eyes and trying one more time to rest.

A drop of water fell on his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

One more...

A shower of rain poured down upon him as if the goddess herself was telling him to move. That it, too, was fate.

Still, he stayed laying in his covers that slowly got wetter and wetter as time went on. He could afford to lay a bit longer, at least until the first thunder crack.

(he tried his best to pretend he just didn’t hear the quiet rumble of thunder in the distance as he rolled over onto his other side.)

alpha

Link stared at the bounty poster of himself on the stable wall, next to an advertisement for Beedle's new Akkala shop location and a warning sign for a lynel herd that moved into a field in the gulch. It was like looking at a ghost. He could barely recognize the hylian looking back at him.

He looked so...Sad. So out of place. He fit in much better out here.

Link frowned, ripping the poster off the wall and stuffing it in his bag of tinder.

He turned, walking over to the check in shelf to peruse the newer, dry, non falling apart at the seams, tunics.

"How can I help you?" The clerk greeted. Link looked him, bringing his arms out from under his cloak.

'I'd like a child's traveler's shift.' The clerk reached behind him, grabbing it.

"Just the shift right?" Link nodded, looking around the room as the clerk sorted through to find his item. He looked back at a navy blue rito.

Do I...Know them?

They stared back at him, eyes slits. Link scrunched up his face, pulling his hood over his eyes.

"Alright, that'll be 20 rupees for the shift." Link nodded, reaching into a small pouch on his hip.

There was a loud ruckus outside, the sound of pounding hooves, casting over the clerk's voice as he attempted at small talk.

"It's probably the knights again," theg groaned. Link tried to silence his anxiety.

"Oh, he comes around about twice a week looking for that 'lost prince'. You know, I don't think he's lost. I don't think he was abducted at all, I think the poor sap ran off. You hear he was supposed to be shipped off to Ganondorf? Join his harem? I woulda done it too." Link tuned him out, his breath picking up.

The hooves grew louder and ceased at the stables entrance, the entourage casting a shadow over the inside of the stable. Link gulped, giving the man his rupees taking his shift and leaving, stuffing it into his bag as he made a mas face and he gulped.

“No one leaves until we’ve searched the entire premises, okay?” Link made a mad dash to the back door, covered in the bedlam that was the King’s arrival. A large wing was shoved into his face, the impact of it knocking him to the ground.

“Are you deaf, elf? Nobody leaves.” Link cursed, moving to pick up his things that were dropped in the collision.

"How many times are you going to keep bumping into me, bird guy?"

"I don't like it any more than you do." They crossed their arms, watching Link scramble to pick up his things. "And don't call me bird man."

"Don't call me elf,"

The rito huffed, leaning down to help.

"I'm fine," Link mumbled, voice quiet in an attempt to not be recognized.

"I don't care about you, it's just taking you a pathetically long time to pick up your things." Link rolled his eyes, picking up his books and clothes.

"Well, would you look at that..." Link looked up from the shirt he was refolding to the rito's wing. Sitting in it's navy blue feathers, was the diadem he'd snagged off his bedside table. His eyes widened.

"Give me that!" He cursed, snatching it up out of his wing.

"Now, now, I recognize this." Link whined, following their wing to try and grab it.

"Where did you get this?" Link huffed, dropping his arm, the rito inspecting his diadem closely.

"Where did you get this?" They repeated.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." Link hissed, grabbing the rito's wrist and snatching thr diadem out of it's wing. Link shoved it into his bag, stomping away from the stable. He could hear the rito behind him.

"What do you want?" Link groaned.

"That's the prince's diadem." Link bit the inside of his cheek, still walking back towards the grotto.

"If it is, than I bought it for a hell of a steal."

"Bought it from who?"

"What's it to ya?" He yelped as he was grabbed, slammed against the hard bark of he tree. He looked up with flushed cheeks to meet piercing green eyes.

It only made him blush harder.

"I am going to make myself clear, hylian. I ask a question. You give an answer. I asked who you bought it from." Link panted quietly, shaking like a leaf. Somehow, he still managed to muster up a smirk.

"What's it. To ya."

The rito struggled not to slam him into the tree again, for fear he might knock thr hylian out.

"If I tell you why I'm asking, will you answer?" Link shrugged. The rito gripped him harder, grinding him up against the harsh tree bark.

"Yes! Ow!" The rito dropped him, backing away. Link groaned, rubbing at his arm from where thr Rito had him.

"My name is Revali. I'm a bounty hunter chosen by the king to lead the search for the Lost Prince. That is the prince's diadem, now, if he give two shits about your life and your freedom I'd say who sold it too you. Withholding this information is a crime, you know?"

Link nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I bought it off a pawner at the Ridgeland Stable, near the Coliseum? Sold it to me for 800 rupees. Had I known it was Prince Link's I would've asked for more..."

Revali stared at him, his hood and hair still hanging in his face. They sat, staring at each other for a few minutes before Revali sucked in a gasp.

"Put it on." Link's eyes widened in panic.

He doesn't...How could he?

"Doesn't fit."

"Put. It. On."

Link rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his fear as he reach into his satchel, pulling out the diadem. He pulled his hood back, his hair spilling out in long, silky, tendrils across his shoulders. Slowly, fearfully, he placed the crown on his head, staring at the bounty hunter.

Revali stared at him in shock and awe.

"Are you--"

"No." Link took the diadem off, putting it in his bag.

"I'm not the prince, I've never been to the castle, my name isn't even Link!"

"You look like a Link..."

"You look like an overgrown cuckoo!"

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Fruits Basket - Vol.13

So this one started off pretty emotionally turbulent. I did not like the energies created in this studio today whatsoever. Yuki's mom is not that great.

Right off the bat, this book continues with the parent-teacher conferences, specifically with Yuki. He's been anxious about his for a while, because of the way his mom behaves. Up until this book, I don't remember there being much depth into why he has a bad relationship with his mom, but now it's very clear: she decides things for him, and willfully ignores him. When he fights back, she takes it as a personal insult, "how dare you do/say such a thing, I'm your mother! I've done so much for you!", but you've never once listened to what I wanted. That's the sort of dynamic that Yuki and his mother have. Personally, I don't blame him in the slightest for not wanting to be around her. And I also don't blame him for struggling to say anything against her, even as she's blatantly insulting and degrading him in front of the teacher. That shit's really hard, and you get pretty used to keeping all those thoughts in your head, because only trouble comes if you respond. Because, of course, it's not a response, it's "talking back", which will end up with you being in even bigger trouble, and something tells me that happened a lot to Yuki when he was younger.

There were a few glimpses into a few of their interactions, and it was made obvious that she really doesn't care about his well-being, she cares about hers. She forced him to be around Akito, despite him repeatedly saying that he doesn't like Akito. Her logic seemed to be that Akito is the most powerful person here, if you're in his good graces, how could you possibly be unhappy?

She also doesn't seem to have the best relationship with Ayame, who burst into the meeting fashionably late. He managed to steal the attention away from Yuki long enough for Yuki to collect his thoughts better, but his mother was so riled up by the both of them that she stormed out of the room. Yuki was able to tell his mother that he doesn't want her deciding what he should do with his life, that those are important that he will make on his own, which honestly, good for him, man. I doubt I could have that kind of strength.

After the meeting, Yuki is whisked away into the crazed shenanigans of the student council, where many conflicting personalities seem to explode against each other constantly. The guy who chose all these people clearly did not choose well, as far as how they would all work together. The white board that Kimi managed to snag from one of the teachers quickly got covered in meaningless color-coordinated titles that Kakeru came up with, as if they're all a part of the Power Rangers or something. Yuki says that, as members of the student council, it is their job to meet with the other clubs and access thingies with them, but Kakeru doesn't really see the point. They're all the head honchos, or something, so shouldn't people come to them? Ooh, disagreements. Surely this, with the additional stress and strain of the conference, won't lead to an outburst??

An outburst totally happens. Despite being the class president or whatever, Yuki feels he remains in the shadows, especially with a person as bubbly and energetic like Kakeru running the show. And given Kakeru's tendency to sort of pop labels on things, he says that Yuki seems "kinda unhappy". This falls ever so neatly into Yuki's problem with people talking over him or deciding for themselves how he is, and so he gets properly riled up. It calms down quickly, but he's still caught up in his own thoughts, which make it very easy to lead him to thinking that he should give up, and go back to the way he was before, reclusive and quiet.

In the end, it seems that Yuki might be able to have a friend in Kakeru, which is great. We all know how much the world loves the dynamic of "loud eccentric extroverted person" being friends with "quiet soft spoken(or softer spoken, at least) introverted person". That dynamic is the shit, and we live for it. I live on it, anyway. It's a classic.

After that, we see Tohru standing at the gates of the Sohma estate, and hooo boy is she noirvous. She's there to confirm that the Kureno that Uotani liked is the same Kureno that she met while at the summer house. It's difficult though, because Akito really didn't make it seem that Tohru would be welcome, given what he said to her last they talked. So while Tohru paced and fretted, she ran into a little girl who turned out to be Momiji's younger sister. She was standing outside the gate, listening to the violin music that Momiji was making. She tells Tohru that she knows that Momiji is her older brother (both Momiji and Tohru thought that since their mom doesn't remember Momiji as her son, Momo wouldn't remember Momiji as being her older brother), and that she even took up violin in hopes that she could play with Momiji. She helped Tohru sneak into the estate to visit Momiji, where Tohru told Momiji all that had happened. This made Momiji very excited, because he really wanted to be close with Momo, but never has been able because their father distances them. He also says that he would like to get better at playing the violin, so that one day he can hold a small concert for his family. It's overall a very touching scene, and I liked it a lot.

Tohru then tells Momiji that she was looking for Kureno, and, after following a map Momiji made, kinda found him. She asked him about Uotani, and whether he had any intention of seeking her out again (personally, I'm against it, given the fact that she's a high school student, and he's like,, at least 23 years old. It feels icky to me, idk), but he said that he wouldn't. He didn't really explain, and honestly I don't really feel like he had to. It's his own business, never mind the fact that he's usually pretty close to Akito, and since he's Juunishi, Akito has that extra hold over him. I wouldn't want something bad to happen to Uotani just because Akito's being a whiny baby.

A little while after that, there's a school field trip that Tohru, Hanajima, Uotani, Kyo, Yuki, and others go on, and there seems to be a weird expectation for love confessions to pop up? Shigure mentioned it before they left, but you'd kinda figure that's just Shigure being Shigure, right? Apparently not. Tohru feels bad for Uotani, to be seeing all these people grouping up, but Uotani says for her to not worry about it. She's decided to not tell Uotani that she found Kureno and talked to him, because she figured that could do more harm than good.

In the meantime though, it seems that Kyo was pulled aside, and a girl basically asked him to be her boyfriend, despite him not knowing who she is at all. She says that they can get to know each other during the relationship, but in general, that seems like a bad idea. If it were me, I'd like to get to know the person before then, but I suppose there's a chance I'd be locked away forever in the friendzone (which honestly I'd be fine with, because at least I'd have a friend lmao ;-;), but maybe that's just me.

Kyo rejects her pretty roughly, which makes sense for two reasons: we already know that he loves Tohru, and so in that respect, it's a done deal, but there's also that whole "he'd change into a cat if they hugged" thing, which would be,,, awkward, to say the least.

(It still doesn't fail to crack me up that the girl was like "I like you a lot, and think we should be together 🥺🥰" and he's literally like that one vine, "Wait a minute, who are you??")

Tohru doesn't really catch wind of the whole thing, but I think she pieced something together? Idk. She was preoccupied by thinking of souvenirs (just say gift shop shit that's all it is ahhh), and she didn't seem to be there in the first place.

When they all come home, we find out that Yuki got a leaf for the one chick in the student council who seems really quiet and is talked over constantly, and that Tohru is making her own little set of the zodiac animals, not unlike the set that she first saw alllllll the way back in the first book, except this time, it looks as if she's making a cat. Now, idk about you, but that's some cute shit. A tiny cat statue. I love it. I love tiny cat statues, but mostly all they make me want to do is pet one of my cats. Cats are great. Absolutely the best. You could fight me on it, I might cry, but I'll still think cats are great. This has nothing to do with Fruits Basket at all anymore lmao.

oh yeah I think Kyo saw the cat statue. And, if you'll remember back to that first book, where Tohru's mom was telling Tohru about the zodiac story, Tohru said that she wanted to be a cat, so, this isn't completely out of nowhere.

#Part of me wants to go headfirst into the SHHHIIIIIPPPPPPPing aspect of this but I'm holding off #Admittedly for a while I have been wondering how the whole 'romance' aspect of this story will go down #Especially now that we have a confirmation from both Yuki and Kyo that they like Tohru #Will there be a decision? Idk #I'll find out I guess #But for the most part I'm trying to keep that out of my head #I've stayed away from the fandom part of the series so far so I'm just consuming the books themselves #So that makes it easier to avoid shipping stuff #Not that it's bad but I get swayed really easily with fandoms and ships #And I really don't want to run into spoilers #Usually I don't mind them too much but I don't want to get any for this series #It's a 20 year old series and I haven't gotten spoilers for it yet. I'd like that to continue thanks #anyway #tohru honda #yuki sohma #kyo sohma #ayame sohma #shigure sohma #kureno sohma #momiji sohma #momo sohma #that is her name right? #uotani arisa #hanajima saki #akito sohma #fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket volume 13

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Closer to You

Inspired by this picture! I’ve had this fic rumbling around my skull ever since I first saw that picture, and finally (after sharing the idea with some friends on discord and getting some positive feedback) decided to write it! 

Poly!Queen but with a focus on Brian/Freddie. The aforementioned/linked pic occurs, and it’s delightful, but with a little Bit Extra that occurs. As a result of that Extra, it’s only natural that some playful one-upmanship of a kind should occur as well. 

As you might have started to guess, there is smut in this one, and in fact that’s...well that’s a lot of it askldfja. I have no defense either; I’m just having a good time here. 

Titled after the Adam Lambert song because I'm a yearning gay motherfucker lmao.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

It was planned chaotically, was how he liked to say it. 

Step here, crawl there, on your knees then back up and over to Brian, arch your back in front of him (and admire the little smile it always earned him.) 

But the kiss wasn’t planned; a quick dip down on Brian’s part and said kiss that lasted just long enough to make his knees a bit weak as he bounced back up and away from Brian, still on schedule with the next bit of movement onstage. 

He couldn’t help the blushing though, and thank goodness they knew the crowds like they did (no shock or anger at such a kiss here, just giggles and wolf whistles and some shouting from the audience.) 

The show went on, and he tried not to be distracted by the thoughts in his head. 

Backstage, however...

---

“You little shit!” 

“Sorry,” Brian smiled. “I couldn’t help myself, but it was probably too bold. No one seemed to mind though.” 

“Why would they?” Roger asked with a laugh. “Think most of them got to see something they’d been waiting for; you made their night!” 

“We could have too,” John noted. “Might have been a lot for one show though.” 

“You find a way to lean over the kit without knocking it down to kiss me, and we’ll make ourselves the focus of the next show,” Roger said. “Let these two have their spotlight moment for tonight.” 

“You could have gotten me back with something,” Brian said as he packed up. “Honestly, I was shocked when you didn’t try anything.” 

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be doing that,” Freddie replied as he slipped past Brian to snag some of their clothing off of the racks, getting in a quick smack to Brian’s ass as he moved. “You just won’t know when until it’s happening.” 

Brian’s face was red, but his smile eager, even as John and Roger laughed. 

“Alright, bet on who makes who come while onstage first?” Roger offered to John.

“Don’t be nasty; they won’t go that far!” 

Roger shot Freddie a look. “I’d say we don’t know that for sure.” 

---

That actually wasn’t his intention. That would be far too much interruption during a show, and too much in general at that. 

But if he could make Brian’s knees weak, make him want to drag him backstage immediately after a show and tear his clothing off? 

That would be just fine. 

Part of it was just to go off the planned track of things. He started it slow at the next show, stumbling into Brian’s area of the stage more often than he might have otherwise. Bumping hips with him, singing with him at his mic (a convenient time to grind himself against Brian’s ass), just being as much in Brian’s way as he could. 

And it earned him smiles and giggles and the occasional grind back, but it wasn’t enough yet. 

“I thought you were going to get back at me for that kiss,” Brian teased him after the show. “Was that it?” 

“I did expect more from you, Fred,” Roger said. “I’m not disappointed, just surprised.” 

“He’s not done,” John smirked. “You both know that.” 

Freddie only grinned. They’d see the rest of it as it happened, even if patience wasn’t a virtue most of them could hold onto for long. 

---

He could feel Roger and John watching him now too, as he ground his way up Brian’s leg, letting his head drop onto Brian’s shoulder for a minute. All under the guise of ‘being into the music’ (which admittedly, he was), but just as much it was to drive Brian mad. 

It seemed to work. Brian’s breath was shaky the longer he lingered there, and he missed singing along with the next few lines. As soon as he felt Brian was really weak-kneed, he drifted away again. 

And then he stayed away, except for a few runs back for air guitar, but never too close to Brian. Who did try and scoot closer to him, catching his eyes once with a questioning look when Freddie bounded away yet again.

Brian only shook his head and laughed backstage, but there was a delightful tension in his eyes every time he caught Freddie’s gaze. 

Almost there.

---

He pulled that move again at the next show, more than a few times. Truthfully, his legs were almost less tired than usual, purely because he spent so much time bracing himself against Brian. 

Grinding on his thigh, barely resisting the urge to let a hand pull Brian’s hips back when he bumped up behind him to sing with him at his mic, and otherwise draping himself all over Brian as much as he could. 

He knew for sure he’d done it when Brian broke, and reached for him one of the few moments he bounced away to cover the rest of the stage. 

There was no hiding that, from Freddie, from Roger and John, from the road crew watching, from the audience. 

Which had to explain why he didn’t hide it backstage either. 

“Please take this,” Brian commanded, politely (and if that wasn’t just adorable too) of the guitar tech that followed them backstage. “Quickly, now!” 

The tech only laughed and raised a brow when he caught Freddie’s eye. The road crew would be staying away from their area of the backstage then, at least. 

John and Roger’s laughter could be heard, but they dipped away into the other green room, and suddenly he realized why they’d insisted upon making use of both rooms at this venue. 

He giggled himself as Brian nearly dragged him into their green room, slamming the door shut behind them. “You alright?” 

“I-” Brian hesitated. His fingers went on a journey, undoing his zipper, only to switch to the buttons of his arrow-covered tunic, then briefly reaching to yank down part of Freddie’s leotard. “There’s too much to try and take off here.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh fully at that, draping his arms around Brian’s neck as he kissed him. “We can’t fuck here anyway, you know that.” 

“Do we know that?” Brian protested weakly. “There’s no law. Well. Public decency laws I guess, but I think the door locks...” 

“You’re so fucking adorable,” Freddie sighed, resting his head on Brian’s shoulder. “But I’m going to make you wait until the hotel.” 

“That is...absolutely cruel,” Brian murmured. 

“Mhm, but you don’t hate it, do you?” Freddie teased, giving him another quick kiss before moving away and working his leotard off. “How much will it kill the mood if you help me pull this off of my legs?” 

“It won’t,” Brian smiled, and waited for him to sit down in the nearest chair before kneeling down to help tug the material off. 

“Oh yes, because this is incredibly erotic,” Freddie smiled. “Dragging sweaty lycra off of your boyfriend, what more could you ask for?” 

“I’ve got ideas,” Brian replied, and leaned down to press kisses to Freddie’s bare thighs. 

It was his turn to shiver at that, with the touch of Brian’s lips and the almost ticklish feeling of his curls on his skin. 

Brian glanced up at Freddie’s cock, hard despite the restraint of the dancer belt he’d worn underneath the leotard for the night. “I thought you were going to make me wait for the hotel?” 

“Shut up,” Freddie sighed. “I’ll be fine to make it there, thank you.” 

“And you’ll hide that how?” 

“I could ask you the same,” Freddie replied, gesturing to the bulge in Brian’s tight trousers. “We’ll just have Roger and John walk in front of us.” 

“And what if they’re over in their room doing this too?” 

Freddie rolled his eyes playfully. “Then we give anyone watching us leave a show!” 

---

They didn’t, though it took noticeably more time to get ready to leave (not his fault that he got distracted by thinking of kissing the freckles all over Brian’s chest, anyone would fall to the same thoughts while helping him out of his tunic.) But that was almost better, as many of the fans had gotten understandably tired of waiting, and had left. 

“I can admit I would have lost my original bet,” Roger said as they walked down the road to the blessedly close hotel. “But I think I could make another one now that I know I’d win...” 

“Too bad you’ll be too busy with me to make bets of any kind,” John teased, and Freddie realized that Brian clearly hadn’t been too far off in assuming how they’d spent their time in the other green room. 

But that worked fine. There were nights where all of them squished into the same room, the same bed, and nights where they paired off instead. Both were good, and he certainly didn’t mind if tonight was a night of pairing off and potentially raising separate noise complaints from any nearby guests. 

Roger and John were at one end of the hall, himself and Brian at the other, and right about now he dreaded that they hadn’t argued to take the room at the closer end. Because while Roger and John slipped away into their room, there was still a long hall to walk for himself and Brian. 

But like he’d figured, there would be no making it all the way to their room without pause. 

That it came in the form of Brian, suddenly and apparently not caring about being seen, pressing him against the wall, holding his arms in place above his head, a thigh gently shoved in between his legs, made it a very good pause indeed. 

“The room is maybe five feet away,” he teased all the same when Brian finally stopped kissing him to take a breath. “Shall I carry you?” 

Brian smiled, and before Freddie could get another word out, pulled him up into his arms. 

“Brian!” he hissed it, even as his legs wrapped around Brian’s waist. “Someone could walk up here-” 

“Good,” Brian interrupted. “Let them.” 

“You are something else,” Freddie whispered, cradling Brian’s face to kiss him as Brian did his best to carefully walk them to the door of their room. 

“Yeah, but so are you,” Brian said. “We match.” 

Match they did, as Brian fumbled the door open, finally forced to put Freddie down as they stumbled inside. Matching hands reaching to push the door shut, to try and lock it quickly, then to flick on the light switch. Matching feet nearly tripping over each other as they made their way to the bed while matching fingers tugged at street clothes to pull them off and toss them to the floor. 

Normally, they might have paused now. For a shower, and to see if they really had the energy to keep going (there was the high of the show, and then the crash after, and sometimes it utterly killed any other plans they had for the night.) 

Instead, it only slowed. 

Which was both better and torturous, as far as Freddie was concerned. On his back on the bed, shirt gone, trousers open but not yet pulled off, while Brian straddled him. His head was bent down, pressing kisses to Freddie’s chest, the light touch of his curls making Freddie squirm. 

He couldn’t keep his hips from bucking up against Brian, who lifted his head and grinned. 

“Have patience!” 

But he bucked his hips again, and smirked at the groan it earned him. “What was that about patience, Bri?” 

“Oh shut up,” Brian moaned, sitting back up and leaning back to roll against him. 

And that was a picture that Freddie tried to take a mental snapshot of. Brian leaned back, his bare chest a sinuous sight that he wished he could reach and lick his way up. His trousers undone just enough that Freddie could reach forward and palm at Brian’s hard cock through his pants. It made Brian shudder beautifully, grinding himself down even harder against Freddie. 

“Patience is overrated, at times,” Freddie murmured. “Don’t you think?” 

Brian nodded, and climbed off of him long enough for the rest of their clothes to be pulled off and tossed away from the bed. 

He’d put condoms and a bottle of lube into the drawer of the bedside table as a just in case, and he was incredibly glad he had now. He could grab them without having to move away from Brian’s lips and hands, that wandered happily over his skin. 

Brian’s hands did stop to take the lube from him though, eager fingers working himself open while Freddie watched. 

Brian groaned as he worked, and Freddie shook his head. 

“Don’t you dare make yourself come. Not unless you think you can keep going after.” 

Brian only smirked in response, eyes still closed. 

He took the spare time to get a condom on, to steal the lube back for a moment and slick it over his cock. 

Another moment, and Brian was in his lap, slowly working himself onto his cock, thigh muscles shaking as he did. 

“Good?” 

Brian nodded and swallowed hard. “Think I’m going to make kissing you onstage a habit, if this is what it gets me.” 

Freddie leaned up, smiling at the moan the movement elicited from Brian, and kissed him hard. “I’d like that.” 

“So will the fans,” Brian giggled, then shivered as Freddie thrust gently. 

There was no more room for talking then, lips focused only on kissing and leaving marks at each other’s necks and chest, while Brian readjusted his legs to wrap around Freddie. 

He only kept them like that for a bit more, conscious that Brian’s knees would start to hurt the longer they stayed that way. Just as good was switching to put Brian on his back, slipping inside of him again to a happy moan, fucking him hard and leaning down to pull at his curls (carefully, mindfully, lovingly) until he felt Brian’s cock twitch and jump between them, his come warm as it hit their skin. 

He started to slip out of him, content to pull the condom off and jack himself off onto Brian’s stomach, but Brian’s hands held his hips down. 

“Keep going,” Brian’s voice shuddered. “I can handle it; you feel so fucking good, please just keep going.” 

He let himself lean back down, thrusting hard, erratic (because fuck did Brian feel good, warm around him, legs around his waist to hold him as close as possible.) 

Brian’s voice was in his ear, half wordless happy mumbling, half moaning his name, begging him to not stop.

That was all it took, and he let his eyes close, head dropped against Brian’s chest as he came hard. 

Brian’s fingers lingered in his hair, playing with it as Freddie slipped out of him, panting and pressing kisses to his collar bone. 

The need to get up and grab a towel so they could clean up was there in his mind, but he couldn’t bear the thought of moving. 

“Give it a few minutes,” Brian murmured. “I can’t...” 

“I know,” Freddie sighed happily. “Can we just stay here maybe? I think leaving bed is as overrated as patience.” 

Brian kissed his forehead, and he felt like he was glowing. “It might be. But I’ll get up eventually. Get us cleaned up. Least I can do after you fucked me that well.” 

They settled into soft giggles and gentle making out, and all he could think of was Brian kissing him again onstage. 

Sure, the fans might enjoy the bit of extra show too. As would John and Roger, and that was lovely. 

But at the end of it, it was truly all for him and Brian, and that was what made it perfect, and made his heart feel so wonderfully full it might burst. 

#text post #LeeH writes #queen band fic #brian may x freddie mercury

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The SDC bois with a reader who tries to bite at them whenever they get too close for their comfort, not caring if the have a so called 'stand'

Headcanon! Touchy-Feely

Warnings: None except a few naughty words 👀 enjoy!

My Jotakak fanfic is coming soon, but keep the requests coming lovely! I’d enjoy writing your scenarios and Headcanons for every good boi out there!

(I hope this is okay! I’ve done both emotionally and physically, like actually physically biting them lmao. It was fun, so Thank you for the first request :)) )

Jotaro Kujo-

;This man is not exactly emotion material, he doesn’t understand them at the best of times, so when he sees you being recluse and lugging behind the group, he shrugs and carries on his merry way.

; he learnt from his old man that you were their translater, but had acquired no stand- and so when you first snap at him using your teeth when he brushed against your arm in a crowded market Star Platinum shot out immediately, expecting a fight. But when no Stand appeared, the larger, more colourful Jotaro was ever so confused.

; your teeth were firmly locked into his fingers as they had been wiping some sweat from your forehead. The beads were trickling down and it bothered the hell out of him, and it was only when you let go did he see that you made a sizeable mark on his middle and fore finger.

; “you annoying bitch,” Jotaro had growled, itching at the marks left by your teeth, and you slinked away back to Avdols shadow where you resided for the rest of the trip... until they tried to get you to stay behind when they found DIOs mansion.

; “you don’t have the powers we do, you need to stay behind and live, if not for us,” Avdol tried reasoning, but your stubbornness is why earned you your title as a Stardust Crusader. But when the man, the myth, the legend, Jotaro Kujo has started to approach you, there was an internal battle. Even after a few feet he was already waaaay beyond your comfort zone. “Do as they say, and just stay behind. DIO will most likely kill you if you go in without our powers,”

; die? You will? You had bared your teeth at him before spitting out a harsh “fine,” and turned away from the group. “I know I don’t have a Stand... whatever they are. But you all better come back to me alive,”

Kakyoin Noriaki-

; Kakyoin was a very naturally comfortable person to be around, I mean hell, even Jotaro was happy when he had returned from hospital (but that’s further on-)

So when your teeth managed to snag at Kakyoins expensive school jacket on the Strength boat, he was a little more than surprised to say the least.

; he physically recoiled, before shaking his head and gently prying off your teeth. “Now now (Y/N),” he chuckled nervously, before managing to get the fabric from your teeth without damaging it. “No need to act like a dog now do we?”

;you had nearly died in that damned boat and was now out at sea again, having to deal with the infuriating closeness of everyone- but it seemed there was already a gap between both your sides as they all favoured to huddle further up the raft.

; “we don’t want your teeth in our clothes! I paid a lot for these!” Joseph cried out accusingly, finger shoved in your face to signify that there was distrust with you. That... hurt. Despite your emotional turmoil previously with them it still hurt when the man jabbed a finger your way. “Shut the fuck up old man before I shove your head under the water,” you snapped, arms crossed over your chest.

; That seemed to have shut Joseph up, as he cowered away, before Kakyoin started laughing. That was amazing! He knew there was something special about you. “Ahhh don’t mind him (Y/N), he gets paranoid,” Noriaki tired to inform you, managing to brighten up the mood from the older Joestar bringing it down a notch. “He needs to watch where he’s pointing that finger, or he will have to add another mechanical limb to the list,”

; it made Kakyoin smile, seeing as you full well meant every word you spoke and clearly Joseph was using your temper against you. Kakyoin shifted in his seat before sliding across to sit closer to you, and nudging your shoulder with his own.

; too close too close too close- is all you thought of as The red headed Japanese school student slid closer and closer to you. Despite the size of the raft you had been comfortable with no one being near you, but now that he was closer you felt your heart stop.

;”Don’t take no offence. He’ll learn his lesson soon enough,”

Jean-Pierre Polnareff-

;when you had stepped off the plane with Iggy, the man thought you was the most gorgeous thing in the world, so when his flirtatious advances caused him to nearly jump out of the desert buggy- he was shocked.

; The Frenchman swore out in french, gesturing vividly for dear life as he had come to realise maybe.. maybe you weren’t as nice as you were portrayed to be? Maybe he should stay away?

; Blast it all to hell! Polnareff thought as he continued to fling flirty-esq comments your way. The travel was hot, and on you lap was Iggy- the animal which had processed to rip out a lot of his silver locks which were gorgeously prepared this morning. He scowled, before turning up his nose and giving up for a while.

; if it hadn’t been for you baring your teeth and snapping the words “dirty bastard” at him, he wouldn’t have stopped the flirting behaviour, but something about the way you flared up at him made him believe you were a full blown Stand user. Because god knows that only stand users would be that aggressive.

;but when he found out you was just another normal person; unable to grasp the thoughts or view his glorious Silver Chariot his heart sunk. So you was just another heartless tease then. He nearly cried at the idea of someone as beautiful as you being a dastardly tease, set to destroy him.

;The buggy had been overturned, and Polnareff was clutching Kakyoins body. You had reluctantly hopped on top of the car as well, your body pressed against Jeans because of N’Doul. You could see the mental struggle in his eyes. He didn’t want to get too close to you- yet he needed to keep Kakyoin safe. So you opted to helping him, fingers wrapping around the uniform of your cherry loving friend and dragging him just a bit higher up the buggy.

;”I may not have a stand to help,” you choked out, struggling slightly. “And I may not be able to see yours- but I’m going to help right now,”

;from then Polnareff could see you was a determined person, and while you possessed no stand it drove you to help more. You would be useless in the eyes of anyone else- but Jean-Pierre Polnareff could see your worth from the moment you thought of helping them.

Joseph Joestar-

;Joseph knew you weren’t a Stand user from the start, as you hadn’t been able to see Purple Hermit when you met him. You were a translator, and as much as Joseph loved visiting Japan- it hurt him when he tried to order in English and no one could understand him, which is why you were with him.

; you used to be such a good kid, so social and friendly- yet when he met you again it was hard to believe you were the same person. You were snappy and seemingly always grumpy, ready to bite someone’s head off if they spoke wrongly. You nearly gave someone a heart attack at a store because they bumped into you, and the look from your eye caused them to sweat profusely.

; When you met Holly however, your sour mood disappeared almost completely and underneath emerged the soft child you once was, a small smile on your face as you chatted with his daughter.

;He knew holly had that affect on people but on you? He was sure it wouldn’t work yet here you were, small Japanese tea cup in your grasp and a soft laughter to your words.

;The only way he knew you was real was when you were alone with him again, and he decided to open his big mouth and ask about why you was so nice to Holly- when your teeth suddenly bit down on his metal hand which had been waved too close to your face.

;his signature ‘OHHH MY GOOOUDDDD!’ Was raised from his voice as he viewed the missing fingers off his metallic hand. “Don’t be so loud asshole, Kakyoin is still asleep,” you had snapped, before dropping the fingers in his lap and sighing.

; the one time you showed any sort of love or kindness towards him was... well... the airport. Your entire journey led up to this moment, the three people you stood besides were sobbing, and there was a small tear that slipped across your cheek- a moment of weakness that Joseph caught as you all recognised the harrowing details of your journey... it was over-

; “I miss their faces,” you admitted to him, one hand over his metal one for some sort of comfort as you both rested in your plane seats. You felt his thumb graze your knuckles as he held your hand close. You knew he had lost Ceaser, Speedwagon, Lisa Lisa, Erina... and now Avdol and Kakyoin. It must be hard, and you felt sympathy for him, yet never disclosed this to him.

; “I know, so do I,”

Muhammad Avdol-

;his first snippet of your uncomfortable boundaries was when he first met you with Joseph Joestar, watching as you managed to snag the coat arm of the elder JoJo as the coat had smacked your nose softly as his arm raised in greetings.

;He knew from then on to avoid you, or just not to get beyond your boundaries. He was not exactly going to bother you if everyone wanted the best trip. He smiled back at you occasionally to allow you the knowledge that he was there and would respect you.

;you had only snapped at him once, but he expected it. His body appeared to move in front of you at a ghostly pace, almost as if arisen from the dead.

; you had weeped over his body, mourned and sobbed despite your harsh exterior. The tears nearly flooded from your eyes at his sudden appearance, but the anger boiled and bubbled over that sadness you felt.

;”So is there just s reason why I was not told?” You inquired, body remaining frozen as your shoes firmly remained placed in the sand of the beach. “Don’t give me the BULLSHIT you told Polnareff,” there was the snap that made Avdol twitch alway. “Let’s get this DIO shit over with so I can formally beat you all,” your teeth bared at them, before you composed the calm exterior you once had and made your way to the submarine.

;Avdol knew you meant well, the shock must have been fully graced if you admitted to pouring the contents of your heart out when his body had just been moved to an infirmary. A small smile crossed his lips as you passed him, head set forward and confidence leaking from your body as if you had a new ideal.

;”I’ll hold you too that (Y/N),” he smiled, hands now slipping into his sleeves as he followed your path with the rest of the Crusaders.

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[team-free-will-oneshots]

Figure It Out

Title: Figure It Out (part seven of the ‘Buried Secrets’ series) Summary: Dean wants - nay, needs to apologise to you... right after you and Sam slept together, landing you in the midst of a messy situation and forcing you to make a painful decision. Loosely inspired by ‘Figure it Out’ by Eliott, highly recommend u give her a listen, she’s an incredible artist !!! and not nearly well-known enough !! Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (fem pronouns) Warnings: some swearing, !! a n g s t !! Word Count: 3.4k

note; ah, finally, the next part of the buried secrets series... even i don’t rly know what tense i’m writing in anymore just go with it pls lmao, hope u enjoy!!

Buried Secrets Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Your phone was ringing.

You blinked sluggishly as the familiar ringtone echoed throughout the room, and thrust your hand blindly over the nightstand until you finally snagged the device between your fingers. Still half asleep, you didn’t even glance at the caller ID before you held it up to your ear, making a groggy noise of assent.

“Y/N. It’s me. We need to talk.”

And just like that, you were wide awake, mouth falling open as you felt every muscle tense. The warm arm slung over your waist moved, the bed sheets rustling as Sam glanced up at you sleepily, tangled naked against you in the bed. He squinted at you in confusion, and you cleared your throat.

“D-Dean?” you stammered. “What do you want?”

Your words fell with a harsh edge, and you winced at the coldness in your tone. Dean was quiet for a moment, and Sam’s eyes next to you widened at the mention of his brother’s name. He shot you a quizzical glance, and you shook your head quickly, anxiety twisting in your stomach when Dean spoke again.

“Uh- look, Y/N, I fucked up. I really fucked up, and- and I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am… I need to talk to you in person,” he finished, and you clenched your jaw.

“And what makes you think I want to talk to you?” you shot back.

“Because you haven’t hung up,” he said simply. “Please, Y/N. I need to see you.”

Your teeth worried at your lower lip, and eventually you sighed, nodding even though he couldn’t see it. It was rare for you to hear such desperation in his voice, and if you were being honest with yourself, you wanted to get closure on this, too.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Okay, um… I’ll be there soon.”

You hung up before he had a chance to reply, and you tossed your phone haphazardly to the side as you collapsed back against the headboard, exhausted despite it already being noon - judging by the bright sunlight streaking through the window, at least.

“Dean?” Sam asked, voice thick with sleep as he raised an eyebrow. You nodded, pulling up the sheets to preserve your modesty as you swallowed, hard.

“Yeah. I think he- I think he wants to apologise,” you said quietly. Sam mulled over this for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours as he considered your words.

“Do you want to forgive him?” he asked eventually. You bit your lip as you shrugged.

“I want to. Of course I want to. But… do you think I should?” you asked, and Sam gave a sympathetic smile.

“That’s up to you, Y/N. You don’t have to decide now - just hear him out. No one’s expecting you to just let it go,” he said, and you exhaled slowly as you nodded. You felt his arm move from your stomach to prop himself up against the pillow, and your cheeks warmed as the events of last night seemed to come crashing down over you. Sam lowered his gaze, staring at the sheets so firmly you half wondered if he was counting every thread.

“So, if you… if you do decide to forgive him...” he began slowly. “Where does that leave us?”

You sighed, putting your face in your hands as you shook your head and drew your knees to your chest. “I don’t know,” you whispered. “I’m sorry, Sam, I’m so sorry. This is all such a mess, I don’t…”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Sam murmured, pushing himself upright and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You leaned gratefully against his bare chest, the heat of his body seeming to melt every worry from your mind as you lost yourself in his kind embrace. “Look, you don’t have to- to make any big decisions right now. And… if you wanna cool things down between us, I get it. And it’s okay,” he said, his thumb finding your chin and tilting up your reluctant gaze until it found his.

“I just- I don’t know where I stand, Sam. I care about him, of course I care about him, and I care about you, but I never got closure with him and then us happened and god, I’ve messed everything up, I-”

“Hey, you didn’t mess anything up,” Sam firmly countered. “Last night was… it was great. I- I had a great time, but let’s be honest, we were both a bit drunk. Maybe it’s for the best that we… ease off,” he suggested, though you could see the hurt hiding behind his gentle smile, and it only made your heart ache.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. “I-I need time to figure everything out. This is so…” You sighed heavily, and he cracked a reassuring smile.

“Complicated?” he offered, and you nodded glumly.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, and he rubbed your back soothingly.

“Well… you know I’m always here for you, right? Any way you need me - best friend or otherwise,” he reminded you, and you managed a tiny smile.

“How are you so perfect?” you whispered, and he chuckled, shaking his head sheepishly.

“I’m far from perfect, Y/N,” he muttered, but as you watched the glow of his tan skin beneath the brilliant sunlight, the understanding selflessness shadowing his hazel eyes, you found his words difficult to believe.

“Well… I guess we should get back,” you whispered. “Apparently, I have an apology to listen to.”

---

Dean paced.

The idea of sitting still and waiting was abhorrent to him - his mind was racing, mouth full of words he longed to spill, and so, he paced.

His footsteps thudded on the tiled floor of the bunker’s war room, and at the slightest hint of noise, his gaze was drawn upwards to the front door. Each time, he was disappointed; met only with the dulled sheen of metal. Each time, he clenched his jaw, and continued to walk.

He wanted to make this right - needed to make this right. After his… interaction with Amara, you were the only thing on his mind. He’d screwed up with you once, and he wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.

If she even wants to take you back, his brain whispered, and he shook the painful thoughts away despite the truth with which they rang. He couldn’t think about that, not yet, not now. Whether or not you wanted to be with him was irrelevant at the moment - he needed you to know how sorry he was, that he accepted you, that you belonged here, even if it wasn’t with him.

In fact, Dean found himself so engrossed in his own ponderings that he missed the door creaking open, missed the footsteps echoing on the staircase. He missed everything except for the sound of your voice, which had him flying around in an instant.

“Dean?”

He turned to see you standing tall, shoulders back and jaw tight as Sam stood somewhat defensively behind you. Dean felt his heart break at the guarded look in your eyes - or rather, at the fact that he was the one to put it there.

“Y/N,” he barely whispered, voice coming out hoarse. He swallowed, licking his lips and trying to moisten his dry mouth as he struggled to find the words. His eyes darted to Sam, and back to you.

“Do you mind if we talk? In private?” he asked eventually. You seemed to hesitate a moment, before sharing a silent exchange with Sam and nodding.

“Okay,” you sighed heavily, and Sam took his leave, disappearing down the corridor. You and Dean both watched him leave, and once the two of you had your privacy, turned back to one another.

“So.” Your voice was hard, expression careful as you studied Dean warily. He sighed, shoulders slumping, but he quickly straightened them and cleared his throat. This wasn’t about him - he didn’t want you feeling sorry for him, not right now.

“Y/N, I…” And just like that, every sorrowful speech he’d found himself practising over the past few days seemed to disintegrate, leaving him with nothing but a leaden tongue and a heart so heavy he wasn’t sure how it hadn’t fallen from his chest. He searched blindly for the right words, and in his frantic search found himself blurting the first thing that came to mind.

“I owe you five bucks,” he stammered. You blinked, startled. Whatever you’d been expecting to hear, it clearly wasn’t that.

“I- you- what?” you asked in surprise. Dean was surprised as you were to hear the words flee his lips, but his expression melted into one of nervous amusement as he chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I-uh…” He swallowed. “That night, before - well, everything… when we went for a walk, I… I said that if I ever met a witch who was good, then I’d owe you five bucks. Seems like I need to pay up,” he said. His smile was anxious, eyes creased in worry that he’d fucked up this, too - but his concerns were eased when he saw you biting back a smile.

“That all?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, and he shook his head fiercely.

“No, it’s- no. God, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “I was- I was angry. And I know that’s not an excuse, but it’s all I’ve got. I… I felt betrayed, but that was no reason to act like - well, like that. And the moment you were gone I regretted it. Seeing you cry, it…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “It was hell. And I wanted to reach out before, but Donna said to give you space, but then I was with Amara and-”

“Wait, you what?” you demanded angrily, and Dean fell silent, perplexed at your reaction.

“I- I went looking for Amara, and she-”

“Oh my god, Dean, are you stupid? You went looking for Amara on your own? What if something had happened to you?!” you said in outrage.

“Look, it all worked out, didn’t it? I’m fine!” he said, holding out his arms. He felt pleasantly surprised at the notion that you would have been at all concerned for his wellbeing - god knew he didn’t deserve your worry.

“Anyway, that’s beside the point - the point is, she made me realise that I couldn’t let you just- just keep thinking that I hate you. Because I don’t. I could never hate you, Y/N. And- and I’m so sorry that I could ever make you think that I did.”

You chewed your lower lip, eyes swimming with emotions that Dean couldn’t quite decipher. Eventually, you sighed.

“I owe you an apology, too,” you mumbled, and Dean’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. He shook his head furiously.

“No, Y/N, you absolutely do not-”

“Let me finish,” you interrupted, and Dean obediently fell quiet. You sighed again. “I shouldn’t have made that hex bag without asking you first. It wasn’t cool of me to take that choice away from you, even if I thought I was doing the right thing. And I’m sorry you had to find out about me the way you did. I was just… I was scared,” you admitted, and Dean’s face twisted in pain.

“That’s just it, Y/N. I don’t ever want you to feel scared around me, especially for being you. And- and I get that you were trying to help. I really do, and I appreciate that you care. Cared. Whatever. I guess I’m just… not that great at accepting help.” He chuckled dryly, eyes glued to the floor as the smile died on his lips. “But that doesn’t excuse what I did to you. I’ll spend as long as it takes making it up to you,” he vowed, his eyes finally rising to meet yours. A small, teary smile crossed your face.

“Thanks, Dean,” you whispered, and he opened his arms tentatively, looking at you questioningly. Your smile widened, and when you stepped into his arms, Dean felt complete for the first time since you’d left. You fit perfectly into his embrace, so soft and warm, and when his arms closed protectively around you, he found himself never wanting to let go. It felt so right - like the world could be falling apart around you, but so long as you had one another, everything would somehow work itself out. Even after all that had happened, the press of his body over yours still made your heart race, a pleasant thrill that you momentarily lost yourself in as your buried your face in his shoulder.

You pulled back after a long moment, and Dean cleared his throat. “Look… you have every right to say no to this, okay? But… I would really like to put this behind us and try to pick up where we left off, if that’s… if that’s something you’re open to.”

Your face fell, and Dean quickly backtracked. “Too soon. It’s okay, I get it,” he said quickly, but you shook your head.

“It’s not… well, it is, but… look, Dean. I- I want to make things right here. I really do. But I’ve spent the last week or so thinking that you hated my guts. I… I’ve lost my trust in you,” you admitted, voice tiny, and Dean’s heart broke. He swallowed down his own emotions, and he nodded.

“I get it,” he said quietly, but you weren’t finished.

“And even if we can build that back up again, it’s… things are really complicated,” you continued, and Dean sighed.

“I know - a hunter and a witch, not the most conventional, but-”

“No, no it’s not that,” you interrupted, sparing a glance down the empty corridor that Sam had disappeared down earlier. “Look, Dean, I like you. I do. I have for… for a long time. But… while Sam and I were away, we…” You swallowed hard, and Dean’s stomach dropped.

“You and- you and my brother?” he asked, face contorting as though he had just bitten into something sour. You gave a small nod.

“As much as I care about you - and I do, believe me, I do -, I care about Sam as well. We’ve cooled things down between us, but- but that doesn’t change the fact that I have feelings for him, as well. I just… I can’t make any decisions right now, Dean. I need time to work everything out, to build up our friendship again, to… to work out exactly what it is I feel. Because right now… everything just feels so messy, it’s like my head is so crowded and I just- I don’t know what to do,” you admitted. Dean smiled sympathetically.

“Hey, I get it. Well, not exactly, but- but I get that this is a tricky situation. You take as much time as you need to figure things out, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, but despite the good face he had plastered on, he couldn’t ignore the devastation weighing in his gut. He’d missed his chance. He’d gone and fucked it up, just like he fucked up everything. Of course you had turned to Sam - he hadn’t gone and blown up at you, had he?

And the worst part was, he couldn’t even be angry about it. The only person he could be angry with was himself - he could never deny you or his brother happiness, even if it left him heartbroken. Perhaps he deserved this - after all, wasn’t it the perfect punishment for his crime? You had moved on, and he had to step aside and deal with that on his own. You and Sam deserved one another - deserved to find happiness together, even at Dean’s expense. And he would never dare to step in the way of that. He’d already messed things up enough.

He wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

---

Your room was just as messy as you had left it, and so that night, you busied yourself with cleaning. Piles of clothes still littered your bed, untouched and collecting dust during your time away, weighing down the mattress springs with memories of an easier time. Each item you folded brought with it recollections of that night - desperately clawing through your wardrobe in search of an outfit, only to have all thoughts of clothes fleeing your mind the moment Dean’s eyes fell on you… you remembered his smile, the light in his eyes that you hadn’t seen… ever. How safe you felt with him, the gentle brush of his lips on your own... It had only been a week, but it felt so much longer.

And with memories of yours and Dean’s date came those of yours and Sam’s - your little black dress, the buzz of the alcohol, of his mouth on yours, hot and passionate, erasing any other thoughts from your mind and distracting you from the pain of Dean’s rejection still burning in your chest.

Sighing, you fell back onto your bed, soft flannels pressing in at your sides as you stared tiredly at the roof. What a mess you’d found yourself in - you wished you could go back. Back to a time when everything was easier - when you didn’t have to somehow untangle the complicated feelings inside you. When it was just you, Sam and Dean - when the idea of being with either of them was just a distant dream, and not a crushing burden of a decision.

You thought of Sam’s faltering smile if you chose Dean, of the hardness in Dean’s eyes if you chose Sam… of the pain in both of their faces, and in your own heart, if you chose neither of them. No matter which way you spun it, someone was going to get hurt.

And you had to decide who.

The growling of your stomach drew you from your thoughts, and you begrudgingly got to your feet and headed towards the kitchen to throw together something for dinner. You were halted just outside the door when you heard Sam and Dean quietly speaking inside, paired with the clinking of cutlery and the splashes of water as someone washed up.

“....thought you said there was nothing between you two,” Dean was saying casually, and you heard Sam’s muffled sigh.

“Well, I didn’t think it was a two-way street,” he confessed. “Besides, once you sent her packing… can you really blame her for coming to me?”

A pause. Then a heavy sigh.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right. And now it seems like we’re all stuck between a rock and a hard place,” Dean scoffed.

“Yeah. Feelings for both of us, huh? What are we s’posed to do with that?” Sam muttered. Dean sighed again.

“We let her make her choice. And then, we have to live with it,” he said simply. Another pause, a sullen silence broken only by the clinking of dishes in the sink. You heard the gurgle of water as someone pulled the plug, and you pictured the water draining away, leaving a few stray soap suds behind... and suddenly, you were back there with Dean, his threaded through your wet hair as he crushed his lips to yours...

“I just… I wish she’d get it over with,” Sam admitted, his voice dragging you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, me too.”

“But you know what it’ll mean when she does, right?” Sam pressed. “One of us is gonna have to watch her with the other.”

“You think I don’t know that, Sam?” Dean snapped. “That’s all I’ve thought about since she said…” Dean trailed off, and you could just picture him shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts. “Doesn’t matter. It’s her choice. End of story. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy,” Dean said firmly. “Even if she happens to choose the less handsome Winchester,” he added cheekily, and you could almost hear Sam rolling his eyes, followed by the quick tussle between the two brothers.

“Yeah… yeah, I guess you’re right,” Sam admitted eventually. You heard footsteps approaching the door, but quickly darted back to your room before they could see you - the grumbling of your stomach had passed, and now you felt nauseous as opposed to hungry. Not for the first time, you wished you weren’t a witch - then none of this would have happened.

You felt what you chalked up to another stress headache blooming in your temples, and you winced, sitting back on your bed and resting your head in your hands. You couldn’t let this decision hang over you forever - the longer you waited, the longer they were tormented with not knowing. And they deserved an answer - deserved to know how you felt.

If only you knew how that was.

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Read Part Eight Here!

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[socialdegenerate]

Hmm fic ideas? How about Iggy and Gladio stuck in an elevator? Oh the things that could happen haha

SWERVE

I totally stole this from a conversation I had with @king-in-yellow yesterday, I’m not at all sorry lmao

FFXV | Gladnis | SFW | 851

“She said we might be waiting a while, but at least they know we’re in here.” Hanging up the elevator’s emergency phone and sighing, Gladio turned back to Ignis and shrugged. “Guess all we can do now is wait for them to get us out.”

“Typical,” Ignis groaned, pushing his glasses up onto the top of his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Busy day?” Gladio asked, tossing his bag into the corner of the elevator and slumping down to sit against the wall. Ignis began pacing in front of him, barely managing two short steps before having to turn.

“Aren’t they all? But of course this happens when I don’t have my bag, so I can’t even work on reports for however long we’re stuck in here.”

“The chance to relax might actually help you out,” Gladio said, grinning up at his friend who rolled his eyes. “Sit down, you’re making me dizzy.”

“At least it’s you in here with me, and not one of the many assholes that populate the Citadel.” Taking the spot beside Gladio, Ignis accepted the water bottle that Gladio pulled from his bag and took a short sip. Gladio was too old and mature to think about Ignis’ lips on the bottle when he took his own sip, so he definitely didn’t. Not even a little.

Clearing his throat, Gladio threw the bottle back in his bag and dug around a bit, his eyes lighting up when his fingers closed around the book he’d put in there that morning. “Oh, past me is a genius.”

“If you say so,” Ignis said dryly, making Gladio laugh as he opened the book. It was an old favourite, something he’d found in his mum’s library after she’d passed, and he smiled faintly at her neat handwriting marking the title page with her name and the date she’d bought the book. He could feel Ignis looking over his shoulder at it but he didn’t comment, and Gladio flicked to the start of the story.

Ignis remained silent for a few moments, but he nudged his shoulder into Gladio’s as Gladio reached the bottom of the page. “Is this-”

“Yes, Ignis, it’s a historical romance. Fourth century, set just after the Niffs declared war and started attacking Lucis and Tenebrae. Are you done with this page?”

“I-...Yes,” Ignis admitted, and Gladio smirked as he turned the page.

“Give it a chance, Iggy.”

“Look, the author has clearly done their homework, but I don’t think that it’s realistic for the Tenebraen military to simply accept a Niff deserter without even considering the possibility of it being a double cross.”

“Iggy, there’s historical precedent, I’m telling you.” Tearing his eyes away from the page, Gladio smiled at Ignis, who had shifted closer while reading until he was more or less plastered to Gladio’s side. He didn’t seem particularly uncomfortable to be there, reading Gladio’s stupid novel in their stuck elevator, and it made Gladio’s chest light up with a hope that he’d long since given up on.

“If you can prove it to me I might concede the point, but for now I just don’t believe it.” Ignis met Gladio’s smile with his own, but it quickly morphed into shock when the elevator jolted and dropped.

Gladio’s instincts had him grabbing Ignis before he even thought about it, using his own body to protect Ignis in case they were free falling. But the escalator simply ground to a unsteady halt after a moment, the doors sliding easily open as if the thing hadn’t been stuck for the past two hours.

“Good instincts,” Ignis said, a little muffled from where he was underneath Gladio’s bulk.

“Sorry,” Gladio apologised, quickly jumping to his feet and nodding to the Crownsguard member that had been waiting outside the elevator. Grabbing his bag, he watched Ignis leave first, but he stepped up behind him and snagged Ignis’ arm so that he couldn’t disappear.

“Hey.”

“Haven’t had enough of me yet today?” Ignis asked, looking down at Gladio’s hand on his arm until Gladio realised and let go.

“‘Bout that,” Gladio said, scratching at his head as he finally tried to ask the question he’d been sitting on for years. “I was wondering if you wanna take the book with you? You can tell me all the things wrong with it over coffee or dinner or something?”

Ignis seemed confused for a moment, glancing down at the book in Gladio’s other hand before realisation sparked on his face and he looked up at Gladio with a strange shyness in his eyes. “I...sure.”

“Really?”

“I’d love to,” Ignis said, and he smiled warmly. “I really do have to go, but I’ll text you later.”

Their fingers brushed together when Ignis took the offered book, thanking Gladio as he turned and left the hallway.

“Good on you, Amicitia,” the Crownsguard said as she slapped him on the back, and Gladio couldn’t even bring himself to feel irritated that a third party had witnessed his awkwardness.

Ignis hadn’t turned him down, and that was all that mattered.

#Final Fantasy XV #Gladnis #Gladiolus Amicitia #Ignis Scientia #FFXV #Fanfic #Ficlets #Anon

[murasakiibb]

I can't come up with a pithy title so here have this

I was tagged by @chrisside!

Rules: answer the 30 questions and then tag 20 people you'd like to get to know better. (I'm not sure I can come up with even like five people, so if you see this and want to do it, feel free.)

Nickname(s): Do online handles count lol. I don't really have any nicknames irl, but online I've been called IBB and Murasaki SO.

Gender:  Female!

Sign: Virgo

Height: 5'0", or about 150cm for those using the metric system.

Time: Well I'm starting this at 2:15 pm my time but we'll see how long it takes me to finish this up and post it.

Fav Bands: I... don't usually pay much mind to bands specifically so much as just music lol. My tastes tend to lean towards harder rock/sometimes metal. But if it's good I'll like it regardless.

Fav Solo Artists: See above about bands.

Song Stuck In My Head: At the moment, nothing for once. I've been prone to getting Persona 5 songs stuck in my head lately though. Particularly Life Will Change or Last Surprise lol.

Last Movie I Saw: UUUUUUUUH... I am drawing a blank. I want to say... Lady and the Tramp, maybe?

Last Show I Watched: Probably Steven Universe lol. As far as new shows I've watched, there's the first episode of the Persona 5 anime.

When Did I Create My Blog?: March 28, 2016. My blog's a whole two years old!

What Do I Post?: I reblog a lot of fan art, mostly from Undertale, but also some Persona, Fullmetal Alchemist, cats, and rocks. Lots and lots of rocks lol. I also post about my progress on cosplays and art I've done. Especially the Undertale comic I've been doing for... about two years now, sheesh.

Last Thing I Googled: UUUUUUUH. I think the last thing I googled was actually... right, I was *trying* to find like, a Shujin Academy patch that I could like eventually attach to my costume, but instead I ended up finding like. Someone apparently made the particular plaid pattern for the Shujin Academy pants and made it available for like, actual fabric. I am Highly tempted to get some.

Do I Have Any Other Blogs?: I have like a million RP blogs LMAO. And I've also got a sideblog dedicated to just my Undertale fan comic, @ut-wakingnightmare-comic.

Do I Get Asks?: Sometimes! I kinda hoard all the nice ones like a dragon lol. I tend to get a lot more asks on my RP blogs, really. There is one ask I got here a WHILE back that I keep meaning to doodle something for but we'll see if I ever get around to that within the next century.

Why Did I Choose My URL?: I believe I've made a big post about this before lol. Long story short, it's a username I've had since I was a wee bab that I just sort of default to everywhere.

Following: 448

Followed By: On here, 242

Average Hours Of Sleep: Like about 7-8 hours. I actually try to keep a decent sleep schedule.

Lucky Number: I... don't know, honestly.

Instruments: I picked up a little guitar way way way back when I was in like, junior high/high school, but I haven't really done much with it in... probably at least a decade at this point RIP. I've also collected a few ocarinas thanks to my friend who's a big Legend of Zelda fan and likes to collect them lol.

What Am I Wearing: One of my favorite shirts. It's purple with a glittery, heart-eyed skull on it lol. 

Dream Trip: Probably France or Japan! France because I actually know enough French to get by lol. And Japan because I'm a massive weeb and I think it'd be pretty to go there around like, cherry blossom flowering seasons or something. (Not summer though. According to my former Japanese professor, it's really fucking hot in the summer LMAO.)

Fav Food: If you ask some of my friends, they'd probably either say skittles or goldfish crackers lol. And... to be honest, that's probably not too far off.

Nationality: American, basically. If we're talking nationality based on ethnic background, on my mom's side I'm African and Polish Jew, and on my dad's side I'm white Scots.

Fav Song: Probably something from Persona 5 at the moment lol. I tend to like and listen to a lot of video game music.

Last Book I Read: UH. Hell if I know. Does manga count? Because I've read a little bit of One Punch Man fairly recently. I need to sit down and just read so much stuff.

Top 3 Fictional Universes I Want to Join: That's a tough one. Uh... Undertale honestly seems like a pretty chill place to be.  I'd maybe be okay with the Persona universe. What else... I don't know, there's not a lot of places I can think of that I'm like "I absolutely would love to be there." I mean, I could say something like "oh I'd love to live in a universe with magic in it" but there are plenty of magical universes that are... Not Great to be in.

And that’s it! I’m not going to tag anyone specifically like I said above so if you see this and are like “hey I want to give it a shot” then feel free to snag it and tag me as the one who tagged you!

#the cat rambles #tagged! #long post #this got really long lmao

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Hola! My name is Alaina. I'm 18. Currently residing in ze lovely United States of America. I don't go to college currently. I'm taking a gap year to figure a bunch of stuff out and basically having some sense of direction of what I want to do with my life! I love history, science, medicine, etc. I love art. Photography. Movies. Pinterest. Some of my favorite bands AREEEE: The Smashing Pumpkins, Turnover, Title Fight, Nirvana, The Beatles, Neck Deep, Third Eye Blind, etc. But my music taste is all over the place. I can literally talk about music forever so hopefully I can find someone to do the same. I'm super into vinyl and I've gotten a pretty nice collection happening and tis' my most prized possesion. I'd love to share music and discover new music so !!! Major plus fosho!!! I'm obsessed with time periods before mine lmao. 1920's-1960's. The fashion, the art, the music, the people. Everything. I'm a huge Green Bay Packers fan. I love to cook. I enjoy deep conversations and really looking for someone I can message at like 2 in the morning lmao. 

I'm gay & in a relationship with my super amazing girlfriend for 3 years now so I'm not looking for a relationship at all but having friends who are LGBT+ would be super awesome because all of my friends are straight and BORING. Lmao. Just kidding but it would be nice to relate to more people about certain things honestly so that'd be a plus but I really don't care what you are, what gender you are, how old you are, etc. I'm looking for real genuine friends to text all the time, talk to all the time, etc. About anything and everything. Maybe someday we could meet up #WHOKNOWS I

I'm a great listener and I think it'd be awesome to meet some new people from all over!!!! You can message me on Tumblr for now and I'd give you all my other social media info if we hit it off which will more than likely inevitable happen. Eventually though I'd love to do snag mail :.) Having a penpal from another country would be DOPE AF but like I said it doesn't matter. 

Message me anytime!!! I'm always up. Seriously though. I'm looking forward to hearing from ya :,)

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